Nathan's Journey

Copyrighted "noonehere78" All rights reserved.

All characters involved in sexual situations in this story are eighteen years or older. This is a work of fiction and any names are coincidental and do not portray any real life persons.

***This is my first attempt at an erotic story. I am trying to establish a story that will encompass many chapters and for that reason there is not a lot of sex in the first chapter (although there is some at the end). Any feedback is welcome and appreciated. If this first chapter is not received well I may end this story and try again fresh, but I guess we'll see on that. I would like to thank many of the great writers that submitted stories on this website that inspired me. I will not name them without permission but rest assured, many of them grace the top lists. Thank you and enjoy.

"Hey, you okay?" The voices sounded as if in a dream. Nathan opened his eyes and found himself staring at two strange faces.

"Where am I?" He asked and tenderly touched the large lump on the side of his head with his fingers.

"Montana," the guy on the left said.

"Don't be a moron, he knows he's in Montana." The other guy looked at Nathan, "You do know you're in Montana, right?"

"Yeah," Nathan replied groggily. "What happened?"

"My brother was working on his sinker. The pitch got away from me."

"You gave me the sign for a curveball." The brothers continued to argue until Nathan sat up. "Do you need a ride to the hospital? You could have a concussion."

"I'm okay; I live the next street down. I think I'll be alright." They helped Nathan stand up and made sure he was stable.

"I'm Walt, and this is my brother Will."

"My name's Nate, nice to meet you guys." Nate was still tenderly rubbing the lump on his head.

"You sure you don't need a ride?"

"I'm good but thanks, take it easy guys." Nate walked home wondering what he had done to endure the torture this day had brought him. He was fairly sure he wasn't a bad person. But lady luck was never one to smile on him. In fact he was positive she blamed him for some tragedy that had befallen her. He let out a sigh and walked through the front door.

The best way to describe Nathan was average. He was an average student; mostly B's with a few A's littered here and there. He loved sports and was usually second string on most teams. He was a little of a tech nerd though. He couldn't walk past an electronics store without stopping in for a look.

He walked in the door and was greeted by his sister Amy in the nicest way possible. "Where the hell is my ipod?"

"I don't know, ask Bobby." He really didn't need this right now.

"I'm asking you Nat. Where the hell did you put my ipod?"

Nathan couldn't take anymore. "I don't have your fucking ipod. I don't even like that techno shit you listen too, so why would I take your piece of shit mp3 player? And I hate it when you call me Nat." Nathan stomped upstairs to his room leaving his sister staring at him wide eyed.

He lay down on his bed and started to fall asleep when he heard a knock on his door. He mumbled to himself before getting up and opening the door. He saw a brief look of concern pass over Amy's face.

"What the hell's wrong with you? I don't think I've ever heard you cuss at me."

Nathan sighed heavily. Might as well get it out or she'd just keep bugging him about it. "Cindy and I broke up."

"What?" Amy seemed more surprised than Nathan had when Cindy told him. "You two were dating for over a year. You guys were like the perfect couple. You even said you two were going to the same college."

"Things kinda fell apart the last month. Arguing more and spending less time with each other."

"I'm sorry." She put a hand on his shoulder and saw the bump on the side of his head. "What happened there?"

"Got knocked out with a baseball."

"You need to go to the hospital," she held up a finger to silence his protestations, "and you don't get to argue about it unless you want me to call mom at work." Calling his mother would've have been a very bad idea. He'd have to deal with all that babying on top of her being pissed at taking a half day.

"Fine, let's go. You know when I turned eighteen I thought I'd get to make more decisions in my life. Work where I want, go to college if I want, not go to the hospital if I didn't want."

"Well I am older than you so I've got way more life experience. "

"You're fifteen months older. There is no way you're that much more experienced than I am."

"Well if we're talking sexually, I think I have you beat. Unless you've been cheating on Cindy the past year." She gave Nathan a sidelong glance as they walked to the car.

Nathan cleared his throat, he refused to talk about his sex life, or lack thereof, with his sister. "No I haven't been cheating on her, and no we're not talking about sexual experience."

"Did I touch a nerve?"

"If you keep it up, I'm not going to the hospital."

"Okay okay, don't get you're panties in a bunch. I'll leave you alone." The trip to the hospital turned out to be a waste of time. Although secretly Nathan was relieved to hear nothing was wrong, he'd never live it down from his sister if he thanked her.

"Told you, nothing's wrong, can we go now?

"I just wanted to make sure. I only have two brothers and Bobby is definitely not my favorite."

"I'm your favorite brother? How can you even choose between family?"

"Don't get me wrong, I love Bobby, but do you know the hell he's put me through? I'm so sick of all the pranks he pulls on me." Nathan laughed. Bobby was the oldest at 22 but often acted as the baby of the family.

"Remember when he put a snake in your tub? I think you woke half the block that morning."

Amy slapped his shoulder. "Stop laughing. Dad had to check my bathroom for a month after that."

"Well if I'm your favorite, than how come I keep getting all this shit from you whenever something happens?"

"Why not?" She shrugged and made the turn onto their street.

"Bitch," he said softly.

"Yeah, but I'm a bitch with a date tonight. And you get to stay home and masturbate to that porno you watch all the time." As mad as Nathan was, he was also curious.

"How do you know what I beat off to? Been snooping in my room?"

"I don't snoop, and you play it loud enough for everyone in the house to hear." Nate smiled at the way she was getting flustered.

"No way, I always mute it, how do you know sis? Have you been snooping, or..."

"We're home, I'm glad you're okay. I'm gonna go get ready for my date." With that, she walked in the house and up the stairs to her room. Nathan unconsciously watched her ass as she ascended the staircase.

"Nice," he said to himself. He shook himself out of his trance and touched the tender lump on his head. "Wow, maybe that baseball did do some damage after all." Nate walked to his room and lay down intent on getting an early nights rest. He wanted this day to end more than anything and closed his eyes.

He woke up around midnight with the excuse of using the bathroom. From the hallway he heard voices downstairs, one he recognized as his sister. "Stop, my mom's upstairs, she'll hear us."

"We'll just be quiet then," said a guy's voice he didn't know.

"I mean it, get off, we're not doing this." At that, Nate was already on his way downstairs hearing his sister's objections.

"Look, you're drunk and you've been teasing me all night, a kiss is not going to fix my big problem down here." Nate had reached the bottom of the stairs when he heard a punch followed by a thud. Walking into the living room he saw his sister standing over the guy with her foot pressed against his throat. The first thing Nate noticed was her shirt open revealing her lacy white bra, struggling to contain the most beautiful breasts he'd ever seen.

"Wow, looks like you don't need little brother to save you." Nate said offhandedly. Amy looked at Nate, her eyes showing her anger.

"Could you please get him out of here, before I really hurt him?" she asked Nate breathing heavily.

"I would love to," Nate said with a pleasant smile. He walked over and helped the guy to his feet after kicking him in the ribs a couple times. After walking the guy out the door, he turned him around and took a picture with his camera phone.

"If you ever come near my sister again, I will do so much worse than kick your ass." Nate then hit the would-be rapist in the temple sending him sprawling in the front yard.

"You didn't have to hit him again you know," Amy said from halfway up the steps.

"Did you really think I wouldn't?" Amy gave him a smile, before turning to go to bed. "You look beautiful tonight by the way."

"Thank you sweetie," Amy turned and gave Nate a smile that almost dropped him to his knees. "Good night." Nate stood there, his mouth dry while he watched his sister walk up the stairs, her dress flowing around her perfect legs.

"Pervert," he said to himself before going to the kitchen to get some juice to drink and ice for his hand. His cock was painfully hard in his pants and hurried to his room for some much needed relief. Most of his jack off sessions he thought about Cindy, or he guiltily admitted to himself, one of the cheerleaders from school. When he closed his eyes this time though, images of his sister's bra encased tits and legs made him explode. Thinking about his sister didn't leave any feelings of guilt in him, which he thought was strange.

Amy was his sister obviously and he shouldn't be thinking about her in that way, but she worked hard on her figure. Not even five years ago she was chubby, if not out right fat. Nate was very conscious of her feelings and never teased her about it, and loved her as he always had, but the truth was the truth. Nate remembered how she would wake up at five every morning to go running, giving up all her favorite foods, and work out at night while reading her school books. When the weight started falling off, she took up a self defense class. And now she had an incredible body, the same beautiful face she always had, and a great personality despite the shit she gave him, and enough energy to put a group of hyper-active 10 year olds to shame.

His alarm went off at 6:30 the next morning. Nate wasn't used to feeling so refreshed on a Monday morning, but got up and happily got ready for school. Despite the worst Sunday he may have ever had, with the exception of the day his older brother Bobby tied him to a tree for half the day Monday had started pretty good.

School was like any other day, classes, lunch, talking with friends. He was glad no one had asked him about Cindy. Either, no one knew, or his friends were being considerate, which seemed out of character for them. He even managed to make it all day without seeing Cindy.

"Maybe my luck will finally start to turn around," Nate said absently to himself while walking home from school.

"What's that?" His best friend Marcus had asked. Marcus and Nate had been friends since the first grade. Being three inches taller and much more popular, he was always getting women that Nate could only dream of. Although he had tried to set Nate up with plenty of women, he would inexorably refuse because of Cindy.

"You think you could hook me up with one of the thousands of women fawning over you?" He asked more bravely than he felt.

"Thousands maybe be pushing it, but probably not far from the truth," Marcus said with a chuckle which earned him a light push. "But yeah, no problem. You sure you're ready?"

Nate looked surprised. "You know?"

"Yeah. Just about everyone knows, but I threatened to end the possible sports careers of my front line if anyone gave you problems about it. They agreed to help."

"Wow, I guess it's good to have mob boss for a best friend," Nate countered, which in turn resulted in being shoved himself.

"No problem, any ideas on whom? I'm sure Melanie would be more than willing. Kat's been wanting to jump you're dick too. You know, you should really try out for football, you'd be swimming in pussy."

"Nah, I'll stick with baseball and basketball. Besides, I don't even know where I'd play."

"I think you'd be perfect at corner. You've got speed and quickness and great hands."

"How good can I play back up short stop?"

"Come on, that's only because Conners is short stop. I mean hell; the guy's already being prospected by the Twins?"

"Really? I knew he was good, but I didn't know the Twins was looking at him. You really think I'd do alright?"

"Couldn't hurt to try. I can only do so much on offense. Our defense sucks anyway. One good safety and my receivers have to play corner too. If it wasn't for me, we'd never win any games."

"I guess quarterbacks aren't required to be modest huh?"

"Fuck you mouse prick," Marcus replied laughing.

"I'll see you later, and I'll think about it."

"The girl or the team?"

"Both. Probably the girl first though." Nate ran inside and up to his room discarding his book bag and went to the fridge to find some food. Amy walked in through the backdoor sweating profusely. "Hey sis, you look hot."

"You shouldn't really say things like that about your sister, but thank you. And you look pretty hot yourself." Nate was stunned; did his sister really think he was hot? He felt himself starting to feel warm around his sister.

"I uh, appreciate it, but I meant, uh, you look hot, like its hot outside." Her face fell for a moment before shrugging it off.

"Well forget I said anything if you want." She whispered in his ear as she walked by him, "but only if you want, cause you are kinda hot." His pants around his crotch tightened immediately and he rushed upstairs forgetting all about food. He sat on his bed and for the second time in less than twenty four hours came within thirty seconds of stroking himself.

Nate cleaned up and walked to the refrigerator after remembering he was hungry in the first place. His post orgasm left him a little unwary or else he would've noticed his bedroom door slightly open.

"Feel like talking about Cindy now?" Amy was leaning against the kitchen doorframe. His sister was awesome, just last night she almost got raped and she was worried about Nate. He silently apologized to Lady Luck for all the crap he's ever said about her.

"I'm okay. It doesn't even really hurt. I knew it was coming, but was still pissed when it happened."

"Was it the sex?" She asked seemingly interested. Nate was tired of being embarrassed whenever the subject of sex was brought up. Besides, if he couldn't trust his sister, who could he trust?

"We never had sex, she said she wanted it to be special for us."

"Well that's sweet, a girl's first time should be special." Amy was quiet for a moment before her eyes got big, "Wait, does that mean that, you're a virgin too?"

Nate nodded slowly, "We did plenty of other things, just never, fucked." He looked up quickly into her eyes, "Please don't tell Bobby, he'll never stop giving me shit about it."

"Don't worry little brother, your secret is safe with me. Although..." she said with a smile.

Nate winced, "Here comes the blackmail," he thought.

"Hey bitch," Bobby said walking through the backdoor. Amy's eyes got wide and flashed with anger. "Oh, and Amy's here too." Amy broke out into laughter which Bobby happily joined in. Bobby was 22 years old and worked in a local factory which made metal couplings that were used in a variety of different things. He worked on the machines in the factory and the constant heavy lifting had left him in incredible shape. The constant problems and upgrades the factory was constantly getting left his mind sharp as well. Although Nate and Bobby were the same height, there was no doubt that Bobby would level Nate if it ever came to a fight, which it never had before, to which Nate was very grateful.

"Hey, Tabitha called earlier." Nate said off handedly. Bobby's eyes widened with delight.

"Did she leave a message?" he asked eagerly.

"Yeah, she said next time you fuck her dog, make sure to clean up the mess you leave." Amy laughed so hard Nate saw tears in her eyes.

"Fuck you," Bobby said while laughing.

"After the dog? Do you have no shame?" After everyone had calmed down, Bobby looked at Nate and the hope was still in his eyes.

"Did Tabitha really call for me?"

"Sorry to get your hopes up Rhino."

"It's okay Nat." Nate ground his teeth. He absolutely hated that name.

"So what's wrong?" Bobby asked after looking at him for a second. Amy and Nate both just shook their heads.

"How do you do that?" Amy asked.

"It's harder with you, because you're a little older than him, but after Dad ran off, I practically helped raise him. Mom told me to watch out for you like a big brother should, but she would take care of most of you're problems. She did ask for my help with Nate though. After years of looking out for him, I can just tell when something's bothering him."

Nate and Amy had a new respect for their older brother. Most of the time he acted like a teenager, but they came to the realization that he was much more mature then he let on.

"Cindy broke up with me," he answered a bit sullenly.

"Sorry bro."

"Then I got hit in the head with a baseball."

"Why would you do something like that?"

"Felt like the thing to do at the time," Nate knew this would get him, although Amy would probably be pissed at him. "Then some guy tried to rape Amy last night?"

"What?" Bobby bellowed.

"Nate," Amy shouted. She turned to Bobby, "It's not as bad as he's making it sound. This guy I went out on a date with drank a little much and wouldn't take no for an answer. So I dropped him, almost broke his neck, and then little Nat here came to my rescue, although it wasn't needed."

"And this guy is dead or arrested why?" Bobby asked still fuming.

"Because Nat here took his picture on his phone then threatened to end him if anybody that even looked like him came near me." Nate didn't recall saying exactly that, but she made it sound just like he meant it. "He then hit him so hard I almost felt sorry for the guy. I checked the yard an hour later and the guy was still there, laid out on the lawn."

Bobby's anger had quelled for the moment. "I want to see that picture."

"Not now," Nate refused adamantly. His resolve surprised even himself not to mention his siblings. "Later, when you've calmed down, we can hunt him down as a family."

"Why?" Amy asked.

"So at least one of us will be the voice of reason when the other two want to kill him."

"It won't be me," Amy and Bobby both replied.

"Crap," Nate said. That seemed to break the tension and all three shared a laugh.

That night the mood around the table was light. The siblings continued in their good humored bickering while mom played referee. "So how was work today mom?" Nate asked.

"It was a joy, like every day." She looked around the table and let out a light silvery laugh that was infectious. "Don't get me wrong, I love you guys, but now that I can work, and I have my dream job, I actually get mad when they make me take days off work." At 44, Evelyn was beautiful. Nate didn't see her as hot, nor did he have any fantasies of boning his mother, but he knew she had a beauty that would only get more defined the older she got. After his dad left when he was 10, she was devastated, turning to Bobby for support. Bobby had turned from 14 to 24 over night and took over all the chores and cooking of the house. Evelyn had gone to college when she was younger but never finished when she got pregnant by her future ex-husband. After the kids got a little older she had gone back to finish and ended up with a Masters in Art History and Restoration. After a few years of hard work she is now one of the top five consultants in the country.