Chapter 5

The next day Nate did everything he could to avoid seeing his sister. He knew if he faced her there was a very real chance that he would betray himself and she would finally know his secret. He could only imagine how disgusted and upset she would be if she knew that he was one of those men who sat there hungrily watching her fuck herself with her favored toy. He was also determined to keep from logging on to the site. He knew if he did he would only end up on her profile once again. He knew that there would be dozens of messages from admirers who watched the show and that would only anger him. So instead he spent most of his day doing yard work. He was just putting the tools he had been working with away in the garage when he saw her exit the house.

He remained very quiet and still as he watched her cross the garage and climb into the maroon Camry. She was so preoccupied that she did not even notice him watching her from the shadows. She turned the car on and pulled slowly down the driveway before driving off. He was shocked to see her wearing that skimpy little black halter dress and the strappy black sandals with the impossibly high heels. He had only seen her wear it a couple of times and that was when she was still with that jerk she was dating. He felt that icy cold dread building inside of him as soon as he realized where she was most likely going. He was irate. Even after he had went through the trouble of having Claire reach out and warn Kayla it didn't do any good.

"It's her god damn decision and she'll have to live with the consequences." He told himself rather unconvincingly.

It was a struggle for him not to hope in his car and follow her but he knew if he did it would only make matters worse. He just couldn't out himself like that no matter how badly he wanted to protect his younger sister. He went back into the house and stopped at the fridge. He needed a drink and lucky for him there were several cold bottles of Yuengling in there. He cracked open one as he sat down at the kitchen table. He knew right then that he could not save her. She had to save herself. After polishing off almost the whole 6 pack he finally went upstairs. He took a quick shower to wash the layer of sweat and grim off, slipped on a pair of baggy grey shorts, and went to lie down on his bed while he gathered his thoughts. The hours of yard work had worn him out more than he realized.

It wasn't long until sleep was upon him. With sleep came dreams that filled his head with disturbing images of his sister being gang fucked by hundreds of men who quickly swarmed her and took whatever orifice was empty. She was moaning and gagging on cocks and covered with so much semen that her body shimmered with an opalescent glow. Her voice boomed in his head repeating the same things over and over. "You like to watch me don't you, you fucking pervert. You wish it was you fucking me. You let them do this." It was ripping him apart. Luckily for him the loud sound of a door slamming in the room next door pulled him from the personal hell.

Nate bolted upright in bed and frantically scanned the darkened room for where the noise could have come from. The only light that filtered into the room came from his computer screen. It took him a couple minutes to realize that it was his sister's bedroom door slamming that roused him from his sleep. He glanced at the clock and realized he had been asleep for nearly 4 hours. Still groggy from sleep and alcohol he decided to climb out of his bed and see what was going on. He rationalized that checking on her wouldn't be something so out of the ordinary that it would arouse her suspicions.

He reached for the doorknob and paused. There was a part of him that screamed for him to keep from going on this fool's errand. There was still enough alcohol in his system to trip him up if he was put on the spot. He wasn't a good liar under the best of circumstances. Still, curiosity surged through him. He had to know what happened. He sighed heavily and exited his room, heading directly for hers. His fist raised and froze inches from the door as he heard the sound of her crying. His heart sank. The only sane thing for him to do was retreat to his room and this time the voice won.

He was careful to be quiet as he returned and closed his bedroom door tight. His eyes moved to the illuminated computer screen. It was just as risky as going to her room but at least there he had the chance to try to hide behind the anonymity of his screen name. He quickly checked his inbox to find several things including a group message that had been sent out earlier that day from none other than JollyRoger inviting him and dozens of other guys to a private party that his sister would be the prime attraction. His blood boiled. He decided that since no one else seemed to bother turning in the idiot to staff he would at least forward the mail onto them in hopes they would finally remove him. Just as he finished clearing out the rest of the spam in his box a new message appeared. This time it was one from Claire.

"Hey. Not sure if you are up but JR nearly struck again. That girl you asked me to warn just told me that he invited her over. Don't forget you still owe me for that one."

He stared at the message almost too afraid to type a response but he had to know more. "I know. We can hook up next Wednesday. Did she say what happened?" He typed as quickly as his drunken fingers would let him.

He had just hit the send button when another box popped up. His entire world came to a screeching halt as he clicked it and saw that it originated from his sister's account. For a moment he had visions of the horror and bloodshed that would ensue if she told him that they had touched her. The message opened and much to his surprise it was actually pleasant.

"Interesting way to prove you aren't like the rest of them. Your friend just told me you were the one who put her up to warning me. I guess this is where I should thank you. I have no idea why you have taken such an interest in me that you would go through such trouble but I am glad that you did. You may have saved my life or at the very least my sanity. For that I owe the benefit of the doubt. If you feel like chatting hop on your messenger and I will add you."

He sat there in stunned silence as he reread it. The message had gotten through to her. Just as he was signing in another message from Claire appeared.

"She drove by the house and saw that it was crawling with perverts. This one was smart enough to keep driving instead of thinking that it was an innocent little surprise party. Bet those guys were pissed.

The smile that broke on his lips could not have been broader. The second that it finished the sign in process he had a friend request appear on the screen. There was a moment of sheer panic as he started to think about the possibilities that this opened up for him. The most enticing was that he could have her to herself. The conversation was tense at first as she asked him a lot of questions and only gave him superficial answers to his. It did not matter. He was happier than he had been in a long time as she started to open up a little. It wasn't typical of Kayla to do so. She was starting to trust him and that was a plus.

It occurred to him that the newly budding relationship would be the perfect way to help her get over the idiot and the relationship she was still obviously mourning. He would have tried to keep it a platonic and very innocent relationship if only he had not lusted so greatly after her. He quickly began to rationalize watching her perform dirty little acts for him if they were just viewed from the privacy of his laptop. If he didn't touch her, he wasn't a sick pervert. Deep down he knew that he would never be able to maintain it long. He wanted her too badly for that. He just had to keep it up until she healed and was ready to move on. He was doing fine until she asked him a rather simple, straightforward question that should have been easy for him to answer.

"So my name is Kayla, most people call me Kay. What's yours?"

His fingers started to type before his brain could catch up. He quickly tapped the delete button until it erased "Nate". He could have chosen any of a million names but being slightly drunk he wasn't at his best.

"Alistair" He replied before he thought about it anymore.

The way that she paused made him nervous. He quickly rechecked what he had written to make sure he hadn't said anything too obvious that would lead her to him. It was then that he realized just how uncommon the name was. He tried to remember the last time his mother had called him by his full name in hopes of finding a sense of calm in the knowledge that she could not possibly remember it was her brother's middle name. The conversation began again a few moments later which relieved him greatly until she asked him if would like to see her on cam.

It was as if she was purposely mocking him by dangling such an irresistible offer in front of him. The temptation quickly proved to be too much for him. As badly as he wanted to keep from heading further down that path of the taboo his urge to see her was too great. It only took a minute or so for him to succumb to the need. His cock was already twitching in his shorts as he typed in those three little letters. She did not hesitate to turn her cam on for him. He was happy to see that she removed that sleazy dress and slipped into her pale blue tank. He imagined that she was also sporting the matching shorts that were covered with pictures of Eeyore.