Part 1: Groinstorming

It all started when William and Marsha Higgins went on a two-week vacation with their 13-year-old son, Jack, leaving the house to their two older children, James and Alexandra.

Jimmy and Alex did not want to join their family's vacation. Alexandra had a major essay to finish and Jimmy, who hated family vacations, thought it would be a great opportunity to have the house all to himself without the nagging little brother and without mom and dad. Both Jimmy and Alex were thrilled to have the house for themselves. A little peace and quiet for a change.

They had a few conversations here and there, with much less arguments between them than usual. For some reason, the quiet at home attributed to a cooler atmosphere between the brother and sister.

Most of the time, though, they left each other alone, and barely even seen each other, as each of them spent most of the time with his/her friends.

One night, just a few days after their parents left, Jimmy invited his three closest friends: Mike Madison, Nick Goldstein and Kyle Sweeney. On the exact same night Alex has invited her best friend, Natalie, but the two of them were mostly in Alex's room, leaving the four boys to themselves.

The four boys, ranging between 17-18 years of age, were spending the evening playing cards and drinking beer among other drinks.

Mike was not much of a beer fan, so he was the only one who did not drink it, although he did participate in purchasing the beer, supplied by Nick's older brother (with their money plus a little buyer's fee).

The four were very close even though they weren't exactly the same types of people. Mike, unlike the other three, was a little chubby, and wasn't as socially dominant as the others, although everyone knew he was a little on the wild side, and respected him. Everyone knew he could turn from nerd-boy to Psycho-boy in the blink of an eye. That's why he fit so well into the drama department, which was where he met Nick, the "star" of the Emory High. The good thing about theatre class is that it's a cooperative class. You don't sit alone with your face in the book, but interact with the other students, knowing that all of the different types of people have one thing in common. They LOVE expressing themselves every way they can.

Nick, the most muscular, good looking and popular among the four, met James at the beginning of the previous semester, just days before starting to form a friendship with Mike, who was with him in the same 2nd period Drama class. The three soon spent their lunchtime together, talking and laughing and playing cards on a daily basis. James and Mike, although meeting through Nick, became best friends, and their bond was much stronger than they had with anyone else, including Nick.

Kyle, the toughest looking of the four, was an old friend of Nick, and through him got acquainted with the other two. Especially with James, who was sitting next to him in Math.

Kyle had the reputation of a troublemaker, having been charged for assault after getting drunk, although his friends knew he was a nice guy with a great sense of humor. Luckily for all of them, Kyle's schedule has changed in such a way that he soon shared the lunch period with his three friends.

Tonight, sitting in James' kitchen, The four boys did not pay much attention to the two 15 year old girls who were in the house, mostly in Alex's room. The girls didn't feel like getting out of the room much either. Alex and Natalie, like most girls their age, did not have much love for Kyle, who's been rumored to have hit his girlfriends often, and usually of having more than one at a time. Alex was shocked and appalled when she found out her brother James was hanging with this animal, and worried more and more as the two boys have gotten so close until they formed a "clique" with the other two guys. Alex knew Mike better than she knew the other two friends of James and was worried that he too would learn Kyle's mean habits.

As for Nick, everyone knew he was friends with Kyle but none of the girls at school held a grudge against him for that. Both Alex and Natalie, like every other girl at Emory High, hated Kyle's guts but had a crush on Nick. If it were up to the girls at Emory, Nick would be allowed to get away with murder just for being SOOOOO CUUUUUUTE! James, Mike and Kyle would often tease Nick about it whenever some little freshman would go up to him or try to talk to him. But Nick didn't care about their teasing. When it came to his friends' teasing, he was ice cold, and joined his friends in laughing at the little twerps who thought they had a shot with him.

The lives of the six high school students in the Higgins home were (much like the paragraphs above) very regular, routine-filled, with little special moments here and there. But tonight...

As the four boys were sitting and talking about girls and beer and fights and girls and other stuff (and girls again), Kyle drew everyone's attention to the young guest in the other room.

"So," Kyle asked. "What's the deal with Alex's friend?"

"What do you mean?" James asked.

"Is she Hispanic or what?"

"No." Answered James as he was finishing dealing the cards again.

"Why?" Mike asked. "You wanna get into her holes?"

"Fuck you, man." Kyle replied.

"I'd love to." Mike teased.

"No, seriously, man. What's her last name again? Moms?"

"Marmesh," replied Nick. "She's an Arab."

"No shit." Kyle responded. "I'm sure she gives great blow jobs. Get it? Arabs! BLOW jobs!"

"Hey, she's a good girl." James said.

Nick backed him up: "This country owes a great deal to her father. Give her some respect. He defected from Iraq or something and did a great job for this country. Lots of Intel."

James looked at Nick with surprise. "How the fuck do you know that?"

Mike laughed. "You sure know a lot about her, Nicky. Anything you'd like to tell us?"

"Look, one time we both came here when there was no one home. I was gonna visit Jimmy while she was gonna see Alex, but none of you were home. We had a lot of time to talk on our way back home so she pretty much told me everything about her life. How her father escaped through Syria, then Israel, and then sent to live in the US. Now he is married, and got three American kids, Including Nat."

Mike smiled. "Nat?"

"Another fucking parasite, if you ask me." Muttered Kyle.

Nick turned to Kyle. "The information he had helped us a great deal. He did it out of ideology, not greed."

"So I guess you better show her some respect, okay, Kyle?" James pleaded. " I don't want any shit from my folks."

Kyle sat back in his chair, lighting a cigarette. "Hey, if her dad's a hero, good for him, okay? It doesn't mean I'm gonna treat each member of his fucking family like a saint. He might be a good guy but his son is an asshole and his daughter is a fucking cockteaser."

"No, she's not." Mike argued.

Just as Mike finished his sentence, Alex's bedroom door opened. Her friend Natalie stepped out, wearing her tight blue jeans and a tight white undershirt that revealed her dark skin and made her nipples quite noticeable from under the undershirt and bra. Natalie had a very dark skin, which prevented her from ever being mistaken as Caucasian. She wasn't a beautiful girl, but was attractive in her own way, and the complexion of her skin definitely attributed to her good looks and fit in great with her black eyes and her thick black shoulder-length hair. Although some would define her as ugly, she did look rather attractive to most guys, including the four boys at the table.

The four stopped talking and watched as Natalie started walking towards the kitchen.

"Good evening." James greeted her.

"Hello!" she smiled. "Hi, Mike!"

"Hi!" Mike replied, trying to seem indifferent as he picked up his cards and examined them.

"Hey, Nick!" She said, smiling a wide smile and sort of pulling the last word as she greeted Nick.

"Hello." Hick smiled pleasantly at her.

"You look good tonight." She complimented him.

"You look good every night." He said in return, smiling his big, famous smile that had practically become his trademark.

Natalie opened the refrigerator door and grabbed a Diet Coke bottle. After getting herself a drink she went back to Alex's room. "See ya around, Nicky." She smiled again.

"Yeah, you bet." Nick replied.

As Natalie closed the door, Kyle turned to the others. "I gotta fuck an Arab cheek some day. Just to know what it feels."

"Shut up and play." Said James.

"What, you don't think she was a cockteaser? And did you see the way she ignored me? I'm telling you, I wouldn't mind teaching the little cunt a lesson."

"Yeah," Nick agreed. "I guess she's fuckable."

Kyle smiled. "What do you say, Mikey? Wanna play with us? We can all do her together."

"Shut up." James rebuked him.

"I'd fuck her." Mike replied coldly.

"Nick, are you with me?" Kyle asked.

"You know me, man. When I fuck a girl, it has to be the prettiest of the bunch. And in that room there's a prettier girl than Natalie Marmesh the Arab cheek."

"Hey, man, that's disgusting." James replied, as he realized Nick was referring to his sister.

"Tell me something, James." Kyle asked. "Don't you ever feel like nailing your sister?"

"FUCK YOU!"

"No, really, Jimmy. If she wasn't your sis... You never noticed how FUCKING HOT she is? Especially for a fifteen year old."

"Leave him alone, dude." Mike defended James. But Kyle continued his teasing.

"Hey, man. I'm just being honest. I'm telling what I THINK. I'm not trying to sugarcoat it. James knows I would love to have his sister's ass, and any other man would feel the same."

At this point Mike started getting uneasy. He was the only virgin at the table, and was VERY sexually frustrated. But what was the point of talking about sex if they're not gonna do anything about it? They can talk about more serious issues at the moment and jerk off later in the privacy of their rooms.

"Great, Kyle. You talked about sex. Now you're a real man. We all are, since we talked about fucking the girls in the next room."

"What, you don't think I can do it?" Kyle asked.

"You can. Technically. Physically." Mike replied in a dry tone.

"James, would you mind if we fuck your sister?" Kyle asked.

"Be my guest." Was the answer of the guy who did not mind if the Earth would swallow his sister.

James did not like Alex in particular. The only real positive feeling he had for her was attraction. He noticed she was a beautiful girl. He noticed her beautiful long black shoulder-length hair and her deep blue eyes that one can easily get lost in. He noticed her fairly large boobs, just begging for attention. If she wasn't his sister...

Still, he wouldn't mind watching other people do her. And he wouldn't mind doing some things himself if he felt that he could get away with it.

"Your sis is cool." Mike said.

"Good, so what are we waiting for?" Kyle asked. "Come on, Mike. You're the one who got us all so turned on to those rape websites. How bout making the stories a reality?" He asked Bluntly.

"You're shitting me." Said Nick.

"It's not so hard." Replied Kyle. "And besides, Nick, you can have any one of them tonight anyway. You can have each one you want. Especially the Arab girl. Let's see you hit on the Arab girl. That would be hilarious."

"Yeah," said Mike. "She's a cockteaser. Even if you don't fuck her, just lead her on, that would teach her a lesson."

"I'll bet you whatever you want you ain't got the guts to ask her out." Kyle challenged Nick, knowing exactly what would happen next. Kyle was good at controlling people, especially his friends.

"Ok, Kyle. You know what? Fuck the money. I'm gonna lead her on tonight, and make some poor excuse later."

"Hang on, hang on." Mike said as Nick was getting up. "What about all of this rape stuff? What happens next? You want us to fuck or what?"

"Mikey, nobody is gonna sleep with her tonight." Nick reassured him.

Kyle laughed. "Guys, you're all a bunch of cowards. Here we are, with the chance to have the night of our fucking lives. We got Alex the pussy and Natalie the cockteaser, and frankly I would love to use their breasts as a pillow. You all keep reading about force fantasies but don't have the guts to get a girl who doesn't open her legs for you first. It's up to the fucking guys to get the fucking. It's been that way since humans lived in caves. Are you all turning to pussies on me? James, say something here. You don't mind what would happen to your sister, do you?"

James, who was a little drunk at this point, looked up at Kyle. "You know what? I'm sick of you blabbing all the time. You wanna fuck'em? Go on and fuck'em. I dare you."

"Ok." Kyle said. "As long as Nick does his dare first."

"Piece of cake." Said Nick and rose up again.

"Hang on," Mike interrupted once more. "Are we talking about fucking them both no matter what?"

"Yeah." Kyle replied casually.

"Yeah." James repeated.

"Sounds good to me." Nick said as he rose up.

Mike was looking at his three friends. How could this conversation have gone this far? Was it sexual frustration? Hormones? Psychopathy on Kyle's part? On all of their parts? Mike needed a moment to let the idea sink in. What if the girls would object? Would they really go all the way? Do they have the guts? Does HE have the guts?

As he continued to roll the situation in his head, Nick has already started heading to where the girls were. Mike heard Nick knocking on Alex's door. He heard the door open and Nick asking Natalie if she could come for a sec. He heard her hesitating "yeah, ok" and watched Nick leading the girl by hand into the room of Jack, James' and Alex's little brother.

As Nick closed the door Mike kept thinking. He kept thinking of the roles he had in the school plays. He usually played a villain of some sort, or at least some crazy madman. But was he really able to do THIS? He always wondered how good of an actor he is. To what an extreme could he really take that "evil" exercise? Could he, as an actor, despite his high moral stance, watch a rape and not stop it or report it? Could he take an active part in what he sees as a vicious crime against another human being? If so, he's a better actor than he thought.

It was as if he was engineering his brain. Some people are BORN with inherent psychological problems. Blocks in the emigdala of their brain that cause them to block emotions and be Psychopaths. They can't help it. But Mike... He was going to turn himself into something most people try to find a cure for. He was going to try to turn himself into a Psychopath, and earn something as an actor. Hell, earn something as a human being, as he shall experience the ultimate freedom and practice his darkest fantasies. But does he have the balls?

James and Kyle sipped their beers and smiled at each other as the three teens were hearing Nick's soothing voice through the wall, talking to Natalie, leading her on to believe he liked her.

After a few seconds, Alex went out of her room, her thick black hair sliding over her long T-shirt she was wearing as a pajama. Her big tits dancing in front of her, teasing the boys to jump in and play. Her smooth thighs visible to all as she only wore a pair of panties that were only slightly visible under the T-Shirt. Usually she had a big smile on her face. An inviting smile that made Mike just wanna ram into her. But this time she wasn't smiling. This time she approached the boys with an angry look on her face, an expression that made her look even sexier in Mike's eyes.

She walked up to the table and banged on it with her hand.

"James, what the fuck is that all about with Nick?"

"What do you mean, little sister?" He asked innocently, sipping from his bottle.

Mike was mesmerized. How is it all going to end? Tune in!

He realized that he could either jump in and interfere, or just sit back and examine it all from an anthropological perspective. See how a society of, let's say, a couple of teenagers, handles the given situation they were in. He should probably sit back and let his friends set the pace. See how serious they are before trying to establish what is the given situation he was actually in.

"Jim, I'll tell mom and dad that you're drinking. Tell me what's going on!"

"Alex, he's just asking her out."

"I don't want him to use her."

"Alex, he's my friend."

"Get out of here, little bitch." Kyle interfered.

"What was that?" Alex asked angrily.

"Fuck off, cunt!" Kyle yelled at her once more.

"Okay, James." Alex said calmly. "Either your friend is leaving, or I'm calling mom and dad and tell them you've been drinking all night."

"Permission to act freely, Sir!" Kyle announced dramatically.

"Permission granted." James replied.

With that said, Kyle got up, reached at Alex's left breast, and squeezed it. "Honk-honk!"

With the look of shock in her face, Alex quickly moved her hand to slap Kyle on the cheek. Unfortunately for her, he was fast enough to grab her wrist at the nick of time.

He left her boob alone as she raised her other hand and grabbed her other wrist. He tried to control her as she put up a fight to break free. Kyle was laughing at the situation.

"James, TELL him!" Alex cried!

James got up and went to help his friend, grabbing his sister's waist and pulling her hair backwards.

Kyle leaned over and kissed her to shut her up. Each of the three boys started feeling hard pretty quickly. James grabbed one of Alex's arms as she put out a hopeless fight.

As Kyle was done with kissing Alex, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head away from him as he put one hand on her mouth and shut her up. "Hey, Jimmy. Do you mind letting me play with your sister in your room? I'll be the doctor and she'll be the naughty patient."

Alex whimpered as the two boys held her tight. They took control of her and lifted her up in the air. James was holding her legs while Kyle had one hand on her back and another on her mouth, squeezing the back of her head against his chest, letting her wild soft hair rest on his shirt. Chuckling quietly, the two boys started carrying her towards her room.

Alexandra looked at Mike, her eyes filled with terror as she could not yell for his help. Mike just sat there and lit one of Kyle's cigarettes, sucking it deep as he watched his friends disappear into Alex's room. He took a bite from his last Pizza slice and smiled as his friends went out of sight with their luggage.

He was so hard now. Here he was, an 18 year old virgin, sitting with a Pizza, drinks, cigarettes and a hard-on, while in two different rooms there are two beautiful 15 year old Brunettes he can pick and choose from. What to do... What to do...

In the meantime, in Jack's room, Nick and Natalie were sitting on the bed, kissing passionately after he told her he has been thinking about her for a while now. He told her how he couldn't concentrate in his schoolwork anymore, and she just bought into it like a fish on a hook. All he had to do is roll her up.

In between kisses, as they were looking into each other's eyes, she suddenly turned her head back as she thought she heard a noise. That happened just as Kyle and Jimmy were moving Alex around the hallway like a piece of furniture.

"What was that noise?" She asked.

Nick, who was guessing what was happening outside, said: "That's my heart pounding." He put his hand on her cheek and leaned to kiss her again.

That was one of many cheap, stupid lines that have been going around for years, yet she was touched by it, that stupid cunt! In fact, that particular line was so old it has been used by Larry King when he was a boy. Nick read it in some book about Jewish Mobsters. He just hoped that unlike the CNN anchor, he won't ever forget a cigarette in his mouth while kissing a girl.

As he kept making out with Natalie, (who was a great kisser, by the way) Nick Goldstein thought of how funny it would be to introduce this girl to his mother. That would sure be hilarious. The old lady had a problem with people from Natalie's ethnic group. Not that it matters. He won't date her anyway. Not because of her background, but because she was an ugly little 15 year old child and he had better pussies waiting for him.

As they went on kissing, Nick noticed someone standing outside the room, looking through the crack in the slightly open door. It was Mike with a cigarette in one hand and a beer bottle in the other. He was looking at Nick and smiled as Nick looked up at him. Nick winked at Mike. Mike winked back and started stepping towards little Alex's room.

Meanwhile in Alex's room, James and Kyle laid the girl on her bed. James got on the bed, bowing near her head while holding her arms together, so that Kyle, who was on top of her, facing James, would be free to play. Kyle was still holding her mouth, whispering at her, telling her he will hurt her and Natalie if she'll scream.

Poor Alex did not know if it was a joke or something more serious, but she nodded, planning to do as he says and be quiet. She couldn't let him hurt Natalie over this stupid joke. Might as well cooperate.

Kyle took his hand off her mouth and started moving his hands all over her upper body, pinching and tickling her, pinching and massaging her breasts.

"Please, stop! I'm sorry!"

"Fuck you!", said Kyle, matter-of-factly

"You promise you won't tell mom and dad anything?" James asked, looking at her with a thoughtful face.

"Fine." She replied angrily.

"Hey, tell me something, Alex. About that new boyfriend of yours. Did he pop you yet?" Kyle teased.

"I don't have a boyfriend. Cut it out, ok? Let me go, Kyle."

"Are you sorry about what you said earlier?" Kyle asked, putting both hands on her breasts.

She knew she won't be able to release her hands from her brother's grip, let alone fighting two guys off, so she said what they wanted to hear: "Yeah, ok, fine. I'm sorry, Kyle. I won't make you leave, and I won't tell anyone about the booze."

James started laughing. "You won't make US leave? Honey, if anything, we won't make YOU."

"Fuck you James!" The girl yelled. She then turned to Kyle. "And I do not have a boyfriend. We just dated like once."

"One is enough for the cherry."

"Fuck off, Kyle!"

The two boys looked at each other. "Okay." Kyle chuckled, as he started to slowly lift the rubber of Alex's panties with his fingers.

"Hey, cut that out. Not there!"

"I'm just playing. I think you can put out with a little teasing after the way you treated me."

"She can put out in general."

The three of them turned their heads to the door as they heard those words. It was Mike, standing in the doorway, chuckling. "Cute. Oh, don't stop at my account. Please, I'm air!"

Alex felt relieved to finally see a friendly face, though Mike's behavior didn't add up. He was acting as one of them, but she knew he was different. And besides, right now, he was her best shot at getting out of this situation.

"Mikey, thank god. Please tell them to cut off this joke."

"Nah, I think I'll just keep watching."

"Mike, please! It's not funny anymore. Tell them!"

"I'm air, baby. I'm a fly on the wall."

Alex did not know what to do. It was bad enough this stinking scumfuck Kyle was on top of her, playing with her. His behavior did not surprise her. Jimmy was an asshole too. But having Mike Madison in this room watching it... It just wasn't right. She didn't want him to see her that way. She didn't want him to think of her as a slut. She knew what people like Kyle and James thought about when they were looking at women. And she was no different for them. Not even for her own brother. She knew that from now on, every time she'll encounter Mike, he'll have that image in his mind of her lying on her bed in her T-Shirt and panties, with Kyle putting his dirty fingers down her panties.

"You heard the man. He's air. Probably the luckiest piece of air in the atmosphere." Kyle said, moving his face closer to Alex's. "What do you think, Alex?" He whispered. " Do you think he's hot? You want him to see me fingering you?"

Kyle quickly put his right hand on Alex's mouth as he lowered his left-hand fingers into her vagina.

He quickly removed his right hand back as he felt Alex's teeth sink into it.

"AAHH! YOU BITCH!" Kyle started slapping the girl's face openhanded. James' instinct was to try and restrain him, but he knew that in order to do that, he'll have to let go of his sister's arms and let her fight back, but between the two of them, he preferred restraining Alex, rather than restraining Kyle.

Mike, on the other hand, ran towards Kyle and tried to grab Kyle and move him away.

Alex cried and whimpered as she was trying to kick Kyle, who was slapping her across the face. She was trying to break free from James' grip, but there was no use.

As she was kissing Nick, letting him grope every inch of her body, Natalie heard what was going on in Alex's room. She heard Kyle yelling in pain and Alex crying right afterwards. She thought she could hear one of the boys, possibly Kyle, cursing the whole time. She was certain it was coming from Alex's room.

Natalie pushed Nick away and looked towards the door.

"What is it?" Nick asked.

"I definitely heard something, Nick."

"No, you didn't."

"I fucking did, Nick. They're hurting Alex."

"Don't be silly." He put his arms around him, pulling her towards him, but she pushed away.

"No, Nick! Come with me! Something's up!"

Nick was thinking for a moment about the situation and decided to go along with it. It would be interesting to see what happens. Just like in theatre: To follow the other person's ques. To improvise.

"Okay, let's go."

He held her hand and let her lead him out of the room, towards Alex's room. As she slowly opened Alex's door, she could not believe what she has seen.

Alex was lying on her bed, crying, with James lying on top of her (in the same fashion as Kyle was lying on her earlier), holding her arms, while Mike was calming Kyle down and taking a look at his hand.

As soon as she entered the room they all became quiet and looked at her. She was in shock. She didn't know what to say.

"Nattie..." Alex whimpered.

The door shutting behind her brought Natalie back to reality. She turned to see Nick leaning with his back to the door, locking it. From the look on his face she knew he wasn't surprised by the scene they had just witnessed. He was in on it...

"Relax, Nattie. Loosen up, try to have fun." Nick said.

Natalie didn't know what to do. She looked at Nick, at Alex, and then at Kyle, who was staring at her. She knew exactly what was about to take place, and without thinking, she just turned to the door and started storming towards it.

Kyle ran after her, but she didn't get too far anyhow. She was running right into Nick's arms. Nick charged at her and grabbed her with both arms, hugging her with his hands on her back, holding her tight. "Shhhh! Relax. Everything is okay." He said in a soothing tone as he hugged her.

Natalie just leaned her head against his chest, more perplexed than ever. Knowing what to expect, but not knowing. Once again, reality hit her smack in her face as she felt someone grabbing her hair and pulling her hard away from Nick.

Kyle forced her down on the floor as she yelled at him.

"Fuck! Please, no! Kyle, please, no!"

"Shut the fuck up, you little bitch, or your girlfriend is fucking dead." He yelled. After a second he relaxed all of the sudden, and spoke to her again: "Oh, and since you're already on your knees, how bout a blowjob?"

Natalie was sickened by the thought, but was helpless as Nick grabbed her mouth and forced it open with his hands, and Kyle forced her head forward into his groins.

Alex started crying as she saw that.

Mike, who's been watching the whole thing, laughed and turned his head from Natalie and Kyle to Alex. He got on the bed and moved Jimmy aside, wanting to take a hold of his sister, as he decided what will take place tonight.

"Hello, Alexandra. How are you feeling?"

"Please, Mike. Don't hurt me."

Mike heard Kyle moaning as Natalie started putting his cockhead in her mouth, after being forced to open Kyle's zipper and take out his cock.

"Well," Mike said, "I think they already set the atmosphere. Let's take it from here."

James grabbed Alex's arms and started laughing as Mike unzipped his pants.

Alex started struggling again like crazy as Mike started taking off her panties.

"No, please! Mike, you're not one of them! You're not like that!" she yelled as Mike slapped hard across the face.

"Shut the fuck up and don't tell me who to be! I'll do whatever I want!"

Desperate from her attempt, Alex turned to James. "Jimmy, please. You're my brother."