Chapter 2

The heady aroma of charred meat greeted Nate as soon as he climbed out of the car. The mouthwatering scent caused his stomach to loudly grumble a complaint at him. The sweet and sour pork he had eaten at lunch left him wanting something more substantial. He waved his friend on and went inside. The door closed nearly silently behind him. He could hear the faint sound of conversation coming from the back yard as he ambled through the living room. All of the hunger fueled thoughts of the delicious smelling food melted away the instant he entered the kitchen and caught a glimpse of the devilish girl that haunted his dreams.

There she stood with her hair pulled back in that all too familiar messy ponytail. She did not seem to realize that he was there which was fine with him. His gaze slowly traveled down her body as he savored her true beauty. He had never realized how much her slight boyish form had filled out over the past few months. His little sister had blossomed into a young woman right under his nose. He ached to touch her, to experience the feel of her body as he languidly explored every inch of it. The urge to touch her soft skin overrode all logic. He could feel his cock quicken in his pants. He took a cautious step toward her as she stood there with her back to him. The sound of the blade hitting the heavy wooden cutting board seemed so distant.

His hand trembled slightly as he lifted it from his side. Just as he was about to reach for her she turned her head a little to the right. That was when he saw it. A solitary tear rolled down her flawless cheek. He stopped dead in his tracks and his hand dropped. In that moment he realized just how badly that bastard had hurt her. She quickly wiped it away with the back of her hand. He finally understood everything about the introduction that she had wrote on the site. He hated himself with each passing second for the thoughts that crossed his mind as he read it the night before.

From the time they were both quite young he had always had that hard wired need to protect his sister, whether it was from the neighbor's dog, to the boy that made fun of her in junior high. He had beaten up bullies for her, and taken the fall on those rare occasions when she actually did something wrong and her parents almost caught her. He had always been there to put himself in harm's way to protect her. It hurt him so deeply now to see her like that. She no longer confided in him like she once did when they were younger. He felt helpless. When he first read her post and saw the photos of her naked body protecting her was the farthest thing from his mind.

He saw her as an easy conquest that was just begging to be used and abused, and he knew that was the same thing that all those other men who were fawning over her were thinking as well. He knew that he had to do something to keep her safe but at that moment he was not sure what his next move would be.

Thankfully his mother entered the kitchen carrying a large platter of grilled steak into the kitchen. The distraction of the freshly prepared food was a welcomed one. His appetite for Kayla had diminished but not his hunger for food. He wolfed down his food in hopes of escaping her company before his thoughts began to slip once again. Once he was alone again in the sanctuary of his bedroom he tried to figure out what he could do to intervene before one of the deviants got their hooks into her. He thought about calling her out on it, or even telling their parents about her activities but he simply could not bring himself to do either. He soon realized that there was only one viable solution. He had to seduce her and convince her to ignore all of those idiots. It was not going to be an easy task but he had no other choice.

The moment that he sat down at his computer he typed in the address that led him quickly to her profile. Dozens upon dozens of new comments from horny men who wished to exploit her vulnerability appeared on her page. They were desperate to be the one to give her what she had asked for. Some of the replies were degrading. Others were that were purely sexual in nature. Lastly there were those one that dripped with false sincerity. He knew he would have to move swiftly to keep her broken heart from leading her down a very dangerous path that she had decided to embark upon.

For that he would need to create an account, one that would be impossible for her to connect to him. It only took him a couple of minutes to type up a heartfelt profile. He was careful with words in case she chose to check it out. For it to work she could never expect that it was him behind the façade. Once everything was in order he began to write a private message.

"Forgive the intrusion into your world but after reading all that you have shared I felt compelled to speak my mind. Physical pain can be an impressive tool to distract one from the emotional pain that has been inflicted upon them. Administered correctly, it can also be quite pleasurable. To see one so young offer herself up on a silver platter to any depraved soul that wished to abuse her is saddens me. I have seen many girls in similar situations never recover from the mistake of offering up any level submission to the masses. It would be a shame to see one so young and beautiful make that mistake. If it simply distraction you crave then I shall offer up my services. I will not make any false professions of love in order to gain your favor nor shall I allow you to be viewed as merely a piece of meat to be used for masturbatory purposes. I feel that you possess the substance to be much more than that. I shall be awaiting your reply."

The moment he hit send he realized that the tiny green light next to her name was illuminated. He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he failed to realize that she was on. His mouth felt instantly dry and the knot in his stomach returned. He knew that she had to be looking through the massive response her profile and words had warranted from the crowd. He nervously waited to see if she would respond to him at all. Time dragged on slowly over the next several minutes as he watched for the tiny pop up box to appear stating that he had a new message but nothing came. He cursed himself for writing her as he did, but no amount of self-loathing could change what was already done.