The Nerd – Part 1
Geek. Nerd. Dweeb. Take your pick, any one of them would describe Pete just fine. At sixteen, he’d never kissed a girl, never even held hands, and was more at home with his books than with people. Yes, books. Although he was perfectly good with a computer, the kind who’d teach himself how to program it, he’d rather read an actual book than surf the Internet.
He wasn’t interested in Facebook, or Twitter, or any of those things. Didn’t even really like to watch TV or movies. When he did, he was always trying to figure out how he would re-write the scripts to make them better. Or how he would re-cast the roles. His imagination served as his movie theatre, and it was one with few limits.
He wasn’t into sports much, either. A skinny 5′ 6″ he wasn’t exactly the right size for most of them anyway. He was in good shape, just not very big or competitive.
His s!ster Cassie had a completely different personality. She was always hanging out with her friends, and she had plenty of them. She was in the popular group at school, while Pete wasn’t really in any group at all. Or he was his own group by himself, depending on how you looked at it. 4teen years old, Cassie was pretty, with long blonde hair, green eyes, and a pale complexion. She was thin, like Pete, and had just started to develop some curves. And she thought her br0ther was just a weird as most everybody else did.
Pete was twelve when he discovered that his dick was for more than just peeing through. He was on the computer looking for something he needed for school, when he accidentally landed on a site with pictures of naked women. As he stared at things he’d never seen before, he felt his dick growing, hardening. It didn’t take much experimentation for him to figure out what happened when he touched it in that condition.
After that, he spent as much time jerking off as he could. Once in a while he watched some porn or read some stories on the Internet, to get new ideas, but most of the time he simply lost himself in fantasies of his own creation when he was masturbating. And most of the time the girl in those fantasies was the only girl he really spent much time around. His s!ster, Cassie.
When Pete saw the announcement that his favourite band, which almost never toured, was going to be playing in his hometown, he just about went through the roof. Music was about the only thing that took him out of his fantasies. Or maybe it just let him climb deeper into them while still being part of the real world. Either way, he was going to that concert.
It was going to be a big one, too, outdoors, with half a dozen other bands playing, lasting pretty much all day. Since it was close to home, he didn’t have too much trouble talking his parents into letting him buy a ticket. He even convinced them that he should be able to drive there himself, rather than have them drop him off.
There was only one catch. He had to take Cassie along. He could live with that, though. She wasn’t too bad as little s!sters went. And she did have pretty good taste in music for a girl, so she wouldn’t complain about what she was listening to.
“Cassie, hurry up, we need to get going!” Typical girl, took forever to get ready for anything.
“Why, it doesn’t start for a couple of hours yet.”
“Yeah, but I want to get a spot close to the stage.” Pete intended to be as close as he could get to the bands, so he could watch them playing.
Cassie sighed, finished putting on her shoes. God, her br0ther was such a dork. Any other guy his age would be going to the concert to try to pick up a chick. He actually wanted to listen to the music. She’d never even seen him look at a girl. Sometimes she wondered if he was gay, but mostly it just seemed like he wasn’t interested in anything like that.
Cassie was interested, she just hadn’t done much yet. She’d kissed a couple of guys and let one feel her boobs, but that was about it. She didn’t really have many chances to be alone with guys. Maybe she could find one at the concert while Pete was busy drooling over the guitars. She had on jeans, as low-cut as her parents would let her have, and a tank top. She had to wear a bra, her mother wouldn’t let her out of the house otherwise, but she had a plan about that, too.
Pete grabbed Cassie by the arm and practically dragged her out to the car when she finally got downstairs. The concert was on the other side of town, so it would take a little while to get there. Pete took the back way, down by the river. Less traffic there, but it was also a nice twisty road, and Pete liked driving it.
Driving along the river, with no other traffic, was just fine as far as Cassie was concerned. She said, “Don’t look,” pulled up her tank top, and quickly unfastened and slipped off her bra.
“Damn, s*s, what are you doing?” Pete almost drove off the road. It was absolutely the first time he’d ever seen a pair of tits in person.
“I told you not to look!” Cassie blushed, pulled down her tank top. But she didn’t really feel very embarrassed about having a boy see her boobs. Even if the boy was her br0ther.
“Come on, you know that if you tell somebody not to look they have to look.” Pete chuckled, and Cassie smiled. She did know that. Maybe she’d done it on purpose. Heck, she could have just waited until they got to the concert and gone into the restroom to take it off. She stuffed her bra into the glove compartment.
“Just don’t tell Mom I took it off.”
“Don’t worry.” Pete wondered if he’d ever get another chance to see his s!ster’s tits.
There were people everywhere, but most were sitting in the grandstands. Only the hard-core fans were on the grass in front of the stage, and only the hardest of those moved to the front of the pack to be next to the fence, which was only a few feet from the stage. The sound there would be intense, not to mention the smell of pot smoke. That was where Pete wanted to be.
The first band was just setting up. Good, they hadn’t missed anything. Pete led Cassie through the maze, holding her hand so they didn’t get separated. That was all he’d need, to lose his s!ster in this crowd. His parents wouldn’t let him out of the house again till he was thirty. They reached the fence, and Pete stood there, watching the roadies set up the equipment, check the tuning on the guitars. For a while he barely remembered Cassie was there with him.
For her part, Cassie shook her head as she watched her br0ther ogling the stage. God, what a geek. Well, there were better things than that to do, for her at least. She was checking out the guys. And getting more depressed by the minute. Most of them were obviously with somebody. Most of the ones who weren’t looked like clones of her twit of a br0ther, staring at the set-up on the stage. There were a few who looked like they were checking out the girls. They were mostly older, and hunky. And the girls they were checking out didn’t look like Cassie. They ones they were looking at were older, and had better bodies. This was going to be a long day.
The first band was onstage and ready to go. Pete scooted back from the fence a little, motioned Cassie to move in front of him. Short as he was, he was taller than Cassie, who was barely above five feet. No way she’d be able to see over anybody, so he let her get up against the fence while he stood behind her.
That first band wasn’t bad for an opener. Of course, this wasn’t just a normal concert, so there weren’t any real clunkers like you get sometimes. Pete was in his own world again, moving with the music, letting his body sway back and forth, eyes and ears focused on the stage. Nothing else existed. Until he caught the scent floating up from Cassie. It was sweet, and almost made him high. He realized he’d never been close enough to a girl before to actually find out what they smelled like. He licked his lips nervously and focused his attention back on the band.
During the break between bands, most of the people in the crowd wandered off to get a hot dog, or lit up a joint, or talked about the last band. Pete just stood and watched the roadies again, breaking down the stuff from one band, setting up for the next. Cassie couldn’t stand it. She liked the music well enough, but just couldn’t get into the rest of it. Her mind and eyes wandered again. Looking at hot guys that she knew she couldn’t have was starting to give her fluttery feelings in the lower part of her belly. She almost envied Pete. He didn’t seem to care about things like that, didn’t have any worries about it.
Things started to pick up during the second band’s set. The music was livelier, Pete was really getting into it now, even more than usual. Of course, the fact that he’d taken a couple of hits off of the joints that were being passed around didn’t hurt, either. He hadn’t tried to hide it from Cassie, although he knew she could get him into serious trouble with their parents if she said anything. He was pretty sure she already knew he did that, and she hadn’t said anything yet.
Cassie was starting to rock out a little, too, kind of dancing in place. Pete caught more whiffs of her scent, and a couple of times they brushed together as they swayed in time with the music, Cassie’s shoulders leaning back against Pete’s chest. Pete felt his dick twitch every time it happened. He’d had fantasies about his s!ster since he was old enough to have that kind of fantasy. Actually being this close made him weak in the knees, especially after seeing her tits in the car.
By the time the main band came on, the one Pete really wanted to see, he was ready to go nuts. During each set, he’d smelled Cassie a little more, felt her brush against him a little more. His dick was hard as a fuckin’ rock, and he was afraid he was going to shoot right there in his pants.
Cassie was giggling to herself at the situation she’d put her br0ther in. She knew exactly what affect she was having on him. She made sure she bumped against him a little harder, and a little longer, every time another band played its set. Poor guy, it was probably the first time he’d ever had a boner. He probably wouldn’t even know what to do about it. She’d gotten the idea when his eyes almost popped out in the car when she took off her bra and he got a peek at her boobs. Now she was having fun with it, since she obviously wasn’t going to find anybody to hook up with.
About half-way through the last set Pete couldn’t take it anymore. He reached out, slipped his arms around Cassie’s waist, and pulled her back against him. He was half afraid she’d scream, but he’d reach the point where his self-control was basically shot. He was willing to take the chance. She didn’t scream, and Pete almost shot his load right there as he felt the warmth of her leaning against him.
“Are you trying to get us arrested?” Cassie sounded nervous, but not mad.
“Why? I’m not doing anything the rest of the guys aren’t doing with their girlfriends.” Actually, there were plenty of make-out sessions going on with some fairly serious action, a lot more than just two k!ds leaning up against each other.
“I’m not your girlfriend, remember, I’m your s!ster.” She at least had enough sense to say it so Pete was the only one who could hear.
“Nobody here knows that unless you tell them.”
Cassie didn’t say anything more, didn’t try to pull away. Pete took a bigger chance. As the next song started up, he slid one hand under the bottom of Cassie’s tank top, let his fingers graze over her belly. She twitched a little, her butt moved back against him. Pete bit his lip, concentrated on the music, anything to keep his mind off his dick for a couple of minutes. Cassie’s skin was soft, warm. Pete’s fingers roamed up and down slightly, tracing along her rib cage, then down to her belly button and just below. He didn’t let them go too far either way. He was still afraid of what Cassie might do.
Pete discovered something new during the next couple of songs. He could concentrate on the music and Cassie at the same time, and each made the other more fun.
Cassie had almost jumped out of her skin when Pete put his arms around her. Not because she minded, but she really didn’t think he had it in him. She figured he was never going to touch any girl, let alone his own s!ster. Cassie figured it was cool that he did, though. She wasn’t going to get any other action here today. Believe it or not, it was the first time a guy had ever touched her anywhere on her skin. The one who’d felt her boobs had done it through her blouse. Great life. 4teen years old and this was the most action she’d ever gotten. She relaxed, closed her eyes, and let the feeling of her br0ther’s fingers on her skin wash over her.
As the evening wore on, and the high of the pot and music carried Pete along, he got braver. He let his fingers move more on Cassie’s belly. His left hand joined his right. The first moved up, closer and closer to her tits, the other down, farther past her belly button, the tips of his fingers playing along the waistband of her jeans.
He felt Cassie’s hand close over his wrist. He’d finally gone too far, she was going to stop him from moving his hand down any more. But no, she was shoving his hand down into her jeans. Pete felt the light hair between Cassie’s legs as his fingers reached lower. She leaned back against him, her head resting on his shoulder, legs spread apart, and he thought he heard her let out a soft moan.
Cassie still couldn’t believe Pete was brave enough to do what he was doing, but she was going to take advantage of it before he came to his senses. When she felt his fingers at the waistband of her jeans, she f0rced the issue before he could stop. Now she felt his fingers inside her panties, creeping toward her slit. She moved her legs apart to give him room, moaned his fingertip brushed over the top of her slit. She was right up against the fence, so nobody could really see what was going on.
Pete’s fingers were moving on their own again now, cupping her crotch, rubbing it. His other hand had reached the bottom of her boobs. Cassie’s body tingled with new sensations. The one time a guy had played with her boobs it had been just a couple of quick squeezes. She’d never played with herself. She’d thought about it, but wanted the first time she got touched to be by a boy. Not that she wanted it to be her br0ther, but today she was going to take what she could get.
“Can I put a finger in?” It was a hoarse whisper, barely audible in her ear with the music echoing around them. She wasn’t really even sure Pete had said it, maybe she only imagined it. But she didn’t care.
“God, yes!” she hissed. Her body shivered as Pete’s finger slipped between her lips and up into her. She shoved her hips out, taking the finger deeper, then bit her lip as she tried to control herself. Up against the fence or not, if she started humping Pete’s finger like some kind of wild an!mal, somebody was going to notice.
Shit, it was hot and wet and he could feel it like squeezing his finger. Pete was almost in a trance, his s!ster writhing against him with his finger up her pussy. Yeah, his finger was in her pussy. Damn. But she was enjoying it maybe a little too much. They didn’t need anybody paying attention to what they were doing.
“Don’t go crazy, we’ll get to go back to the car pretty soon.” He felt her relax, stop wiggling so much. He didn’t take his finger out, though. In fact, he let it move in and out of her a few times. Her body trembled against him when he did that, and he heard her breathing get heavy. It was all he could do to keep from shooting, and to keep from ripping his s!ster’s clothes off.
They stood there like that through a couple more songs, then the concert was done. Pete knew there wouldn’t be an encore, these guys never did that. He whispered to Cassie again.
“We can head back to the car now.” He slowly slipped his finger out of her, let his hands pull out of her clothes. But before he could turn to start walking, Cassie whipped around, still in his arms, and reached her face up to his. Their lips met, parted. It was the first time he’d ever kissed a girl, but he knew what to do, letting his tongue slip into her mouth, start to explore. He got the feeling that it wasn’t the first time Cassie had been kissed. Her body was plastered against his, he could feel her tits through his t-shirt and her tank top. Her hips were grinding against him, torturing his cock even more.
Cassie was stunned that her br0ther kissed so well. She was sure he’d never done it before, but it was a lot better, and a lot more exciting, than the other guys she’d kissed. His hands were on her ass, pulling her tighter against him, and she had to fight an urge to wrap her legs around his hips.
Then he was pushing her away, saying, “Come on, let’s get back to the car.” He took her hand, the way he had when they’d come in, but it had a different meaning now. She watched him kind of waddle across the field.
“You’re walking funny.” She giggled. He turned around, glared at her for a second, then relaxed and smiled.
“I don’t wanna hear about it, it’s your fault.”
“Hey, don’t blame me, you started it.”
“Just come on.” He was in such a hurry he almost pulled her off her feet.