Chapter 1: The Setup

My name is Eric Andrews. By the end of this story, you probably won't like me very much. That's OK, I'm not always too fond of myself. While that's not to say that I haven't done anything good in my life, because I have. But that's not why we're here, is it? The way I see it, I've been put on this earth for a reason, to look out for me, #1. Noble? Nah. Then again, life hasn't dealt me a very good hand, but shit happens. You just have to roll with the punches, or something. Me? I try to avoid punches in general. Doesn't always work out that way, but oh well.

I guess if I'm going to start somewhere, the beginning might not be a bad place. I was born in 1990, in Stockton, California. My dad was a full blooded Serrano, my mother? I guess white trash would be the best way to describe her. I grew up in a trailer park on the outskirts of Stockton, and what family life I had ended in 1998 when my mom and dad tore out of a local bar to avoid a tab at last call and a semi found them running a red light.

The only family I really have is Ashley. I call her my sister, but I doubt she really is. We're the same age, but have different birthdays. When we lived in the trailer park, some "neighbors" once said my dad knocked up some bitch down in Visalia and Ashley was the result. Some others said that my mom found her on the street (which I don't doubt, she has a thing for strays). I suppose I'll really never know for sure. She's been around me all my life, and she's my best friend, lover, partner in crime and the best thing that ever happened to me. If Ashley hadn't been around, I suppose I might have pulled the trigger one of these times that I'd put my nine to my head.

Ashley and me did the foster home circuit after the cops found out our folks were dead. To be honest, this was better than the trailer park, that's for sure. The first foster parents we had were pretty cool, they were an older couple, probably sixty or so, and they treated us pretty well. They had never had kids, so they were thrilled to have us around. The wife, Mrs. Robinson (I'm totally serious, although she wasn't hot in any way, shape, or form) spoiled Ashley rotten, dolling her up in dresses and having little tea parties. It was pretty sick.

Mr. Robinson was an OK guy. We played catch and did guy stuff. He was pretty old though, at least ten years older than his wife, but he was a pretty vigorous guy. I guess the best memories I had with him were working with him on his computer. That guy was brilliant, I'll give him that. He worked for Sun Microsystems since they were a startup, and he was one of the guys who worked on the original Solaris language. While he didn't teach me everything he knew, he taught me enough to get in a lot of trouble.

I started hacking when I was 12 years old. The first big job I did was crack into the website of our school (what else?) and change the grades of some kids I didn't like. That was child's play. By the time I was 12 I could program Perl, Fortran, C++, UNIX, Java, and I had a pretty good start on Assembly. Robinson made sure I was up to date on the hardware side too.

So far, you're probably wondering what was wrong with our lives. I mean, if things had kept up the way they were, I probably wouldn't be telling this story. I'd probably be some big shot computer programmer for some firm up in Silicon Valley, and things would be all good. Sheeit. I wish. That's not the way the world works. I was just starting to discover girls, and when I say girls, I mean girl, singular, as in my "sister" Ashley. From this point forwards, I'll just call her my sister, even though she probably wasn't. What difference does it make? Incest? Messing up the gene pool? The world's been trying to naturally select me and my sister out of the gene pool, so I don't have a care in the world if we're fucking things up or if our kids are a little weird. If I live to have kids, I'll be a happy camper.

Right now, I'll probably have people complaining about me corrupting my sister and all that, and sorry to disappoint, but that's just not the way it worked out. My darling sister had gotten Mrs. Robinson to put her on the pill at 13. I'll never know how she managed to do that, but she's got skills, I'll give you that. Anyways, that crazy girl waited a month for those pills to take effect, then one day she decided she didn't want to be a virgin anymore. One nice Saturday morning she slipped into my room, found me with a morning hard-on, and devirginated herself. Man, waking up with some chick sitting on you bleeding on your cock is overrated, let me tell you. After the tears stopped and she started moving again, things got better.

We had separate rooms when we lived at the Robinson place, which was a change for us. When we lived in the trailer, we not only slept in the same room, but in the same bed. It's not like there was any privacy in that single wide. That was the only thing that I didn't like about the Robinson's. They didn't let me and Ash spend too much time with each other. Sure, we were still best friends, confidants, and close and all that, but they tried to limit us, and we didn't like that. We slipped away to talk, kiss, cuddle, that sort of stuff, but nothing much happened till that day. Anyways, back to the devirgination.

As I'd said before, when I woke up, Ash was crying her eyes out, and that wasn't cool. I might be talking a good game and you might think I'm a hardass, but my sis was definitely my soft spot. I hugged her and tried to comfort her, as confused as I was. I mean, shit, she was CRUSHING my cock with that tight little virgin pussy. "Oh Eric... I'm sorry, but I just had to do it," sobbed Ash.

"Listen sis, if you wanted to sit on my cock you didn't have to do it when I was asleep. All you had to do was ask..."

"Eric you're such an asshole..." Damnit, I said the wrong thing again. This definitely wouldn't be the last time, I wasn't exactly smooth around the ladies back then, and I'm not much better now, according to my sweet sis.

"It'll be OK babe..." Ok that WAS the right thing to say, as she kissed me passionately and it looked like the pain was gone as she started humping me like crazy. Damn this felt good. "Ohmigod..." Ash cried, starting to writhe in ecstasy. Ok, I have to interject here. My sister is a sex bomb. She can be set off by anything, and when I say anything, I mean anything at all. I swear, you can give her a sexy look and she'll start moaning. It's weird, but trust me, I'm not complaining. Sometimes I wonder if its me, or if this happens with other guys, but Ash never wants to find out. She's stuck on me like glue. I mean, I've been with other girls, a lot of them in fact, and it's not like we're married. She can go with whoever she wants, but she chooses to stay right here, which is perfectly fine with me.