Hat Trick Ch. 01bydellagordo©
An Oedipus County Tale
This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. It's all pretend, folks.
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There I was at my first college party, and me only a senior in high school. I'd taken the weekend to go visit my sister Ashley at State, with the added purpose of getting a feel for the campus in case I wanted to apply there myself. At least, that was the reason I'd given my mother to take off for the weekend. Ash knew better, which was why I was drinking shitty beer and ogling the long-legged, big-titted, and incredibly hot college chicks dancing around the basement of the frat to which Ash had dragged me. Well, "dragged" is a strong word. I'd gone more than willingly.
This being a Friday night (and me being only eighteen) Ashley decided not to go into town, but took me to fraternity row instead. Loud music blared from a half-dozen houses along the street, and students congregated on lawns, porches, and street corners, enjoying the surprisingly mild October evening. Ash knew some guys at Beta, so we went there first. The dudes at the door waved her in with a knowing smile that caused a surge of protectiveness in me, but they started to give me shit when I tried to enter. "He's my little brother," Ash told the mook, and he grudgingly relented. I decided to ignore that unwelcome vibe and try to enjoy myself.
It wasn't that hard. The beer was cheap and lukewarm, but there was plenty of it, and the darkened basement had been converted into a dance floor. As I said, there were quite a few hotties bouncing around out there, and I noticed a few of them checking me out. Ash stayed with me long enough to get me a beer, then pealed off to find her friends. That was fine with me. Hard to score with chicks when your sister is hanging off your arm, even if, and I say this with all possible objectivity, the sister in question is the most beautiful woman in the room.
Ash is a tall girl, only a little shorter than me, with a peaches and cream complexion and a wild shock of vibrant red hair that she enhances with a little bit of dye, enough to give her crimson highlights. Her eyes are a soft hazel, warm and intelligent, her mouth wide and lips full. Her nose is a little thick, with a smattering of freckles across the bridge, and when she was in junior high she used to beg Mom to get her a nose job. I'm glad she didn't; that slight imperfection makes the rest of her beautiful face look all the more stunning. Not that most guys notice her face first. Ashley has the kind of body women want to have and men lust after, a luscious and curvy hourglass form that she usually squeezes into tight jeans and provocative halter tops. Not only does Ash know she's a looker, she knows how to use it.
The evening in question, she'd glammed it up something fierce, slipping into a powder blue dress that was cut low at the top and high on the thigh, showing off her considerable charms. Blue eyeshadow accented her eyes, and she'd put three different sets of silver, dangly earrings into her lobes, with a silver pendant around her neck and hanging down into her considerable cleavage. Since I was crashing in her single for the weekend, I was forced to wait in the lounge while she dressed for the evening, and I had to admit, if only to myself, that it had been well worth the wait. My sister was a total fox. And if I wished every once in a while that she wasn't my sister, well, you could hardly blame a guy, could you?
At any rate, the music was too loud for conversation and Ash wasn't dressed like that for my benefit, so she left me on the dance floor before too long. I saluted her with my can of Beast Ice and started to pick my own way through the throng, heading for a tight bodied little blonde who kept giving me surreptitious glances. I sidled up and did my thing. She asked me how much I could bench, I mentioned playing football, she was dutifully impressed, and then I let it slip that I was still in high school and it was over before I even knew what happened. Hoping no one could see me bright red cheeks, I headed for the bar and got myself another beer. I tried again with a cute looking brunette, but her boyfriend stepped between us and that was pretty much that. Feeling like a self-conscious and outnumbered, I eased my way back across the dance floor and headed upstairs, looking for Ashley.
I couldn't find her. It looked like she had disappeared. Which was unlike her. I mean, yeah, she was definitely looking to hook up, but she wouldn't have just abandoned me to do so. At least, I hoped. We were typical for siblings separated by only a few years, but the fights of our youth had cooled since she went off to college and I grew up a little myself. The question was, had she ditched me, or did she have too much faith in my own skills of seduction?
I was beginning to get annoyed at her by the time I'd reached the house's second floor and still seen no sign of her. Then I passed a slightly ajar door, and I thought I heard Ashley's voice. "Let... GO!"
I froze, cocking my head and giving the door a hard look. When the echo of the slap hit my ears, followed by a yelp and a body crashing to the floor, my blood turned to ice. I reached out with a shaking hand and pushed the door open all the way. Inside was a typical frat guy's pad, decorated with a glowing Red Dog sign and posters of scantily clad women. Ashley was splayed across the floor next to the bed, the front of her dress torn and a dark haired guy in a polo shirt standing over her. There was another guy with a crewcut standing a few feet away, grinning and drinking a beer. He saw me out of the corner of his eye and turned in my direction, the grin replaced with a cruel grimace. "Beat it, perv."
Wrong thing to say.
I don't really remember the next few minutes. All I recall is a red haze in my eyes and a roaring in my ears, and then Ashley and I back on the street, leaving the frat with all due haste. At the security office the next morning, Ash described what had happened, and given the skinned flesh on my knuckles I guess it was an accurate description. Apparently I burst into the room, grabbed the crewcut guy by the throat and threw him into the dresser. The dark haired stood there in shock, and took my fist in the side of his head with a dazed look on his face. That first punch wasn't the last one, and apparently it took crewcut guy and Ashley to pull me off the dark-haired dude. Crewcut guy, who turned out to be named Todd, seemed to have realized he and his buddy Brandon had wildly miscalculated, and let us leave the frat house unmolested.
Ash and I were both shaking as we walked down fraternity row. I had wrapped my flannel around her shoulders to hide her torn dress, and pulled her close. She slipped an arm around my waist and clutched tightly, lips trembling and a flood of tears threatening to loose. We walked stiffly, wordlessly, clumsily, back to her dorm, both of us in shock, feeling ill and uncertain.
Once the door was shut behind us, Ashley collapsed on her bed and finally let the tears come. She buried her head in her arms and shook with huge wracking sobs. I stood there silent and awkward for a long moment, and then finally knelt down beside her and put my arms around her shoulders. For some reason that made her cry even harder. I didn't know what to do. I could feel sympathetic tears of my own pooling in my eyes, about to spill. At last she subsided.
She pulled away, rolling onto her side and looked at me through reddened eyes, a lock of red hair falling across her face. She rubbed the back of her against her nose. "They were going to..."
"But they didn't," I said, a little harshly.
Ashley nodded and swallowed. Then her eyes widened. "Matt, your hand," she said, grabbing for my fingers and pulling my hand towards her. I saw the blood on my knuckles and blanched. Ashley was no less alarmed, but with a problem to solve, her own trauma was forgotten. "We need to get that cleaned." She stood and dragged me over to the sink in her room. With a flick of her wrist she had the water running and she dunked my hands beneath the flood. She went digging in her toiletry supplies and came up with a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and some cotton balls, and proceeded to dab at my knuckles. I hissed as the chemical bubbled on my wounds, and Ashley jabbed me playfully in the gut. "Baby," she said.
I chuckled. She looked up at me and smiled. She produced a towel and started to dry my hands, but I pulled it away from her and took care of the chore myself. Ashley watched me with an odd look in her eyes. "What?" I asked.
In response she stepped into me and wrapped her arms around me, laying her head across my shoulder. I was suddenly aware of the lushness of her body, the clean strawberry scent of her hair, the sweetness of her perfume. "Thank you, Matt," she said softly. "My big little brother."
I returned the hug, deeply ashamed of the lascivious thoughts in my head.
She released me first, wiping her eyes again. "Man, I think the adrenaline is wearing off. I'm exhausted."
"Me too," I said, growing aware of a deep weariness of my own.
"You don't mind if we turn in? I know you wanted to go to some parties, but..."
Ashley smiled. She ducked her head, suddenly shy. "This may sound weird, but... do you mind if we shared the bed?" I blinked. Ash looked up. "That is, I'd feel, I don't know, safer, with a warm body beside me." She forced a laugh. "Unless you had your heart set on the floor."
"No," I said, "it's okay."
"Thanks." The word was so soft, I thought for a moment I had imagined it. Ash kicked off her heels. She scrubbed the makeup off her face, took of her jewelry, and turned out the lights. For a moment, I actually thought she would lose the dress as well, but mentally slapped myself when she slid under the covers fully clothed. I felt a stab of guilt and almost didn't go through with it, but I'd always been a bit protective of Ashley, and the evening's events had only strengthened that feeling. I pulled off my sneakers and socks and climbed in behind her, still in jeans and t-shirt. She took my arm and wrapped it around her stomach, inches from her breasts, and laid her head back against my throat. Once again her perfume enveloped me. I busied my mind with a list of Coach Zimmerman's plays and tried to get comfortable.
It was surprisingly easy. Sleep came quickly.
I woke up only once in the middle of the night, a warm and pleasant weight filling my left hand. With a surge of alarm I realized I was cupping one of Ashley's breasts. I sucked in a sharp breath, but she was blissfully slumbering away. Carefully I began to ease my hand free. The temptation to do something horrible was very strong, but so was the guilt welling up in my chest. This was so wrong. I tried not to think about how soft and warm, pliant and resilient, Ashley's flesh had felt.
"Jesus Christ," I muttered to myself. I splayed my hand across the bed and tried to forget how she had felt in my palm. Sleep took longer this time, but eventually I faded again.
My embarrassment didn't end there, of course. When a shaft of morning light fell across my face, awakening me, I realized that Ashley's plump and springy ass was pressed tightly against my crotch. Sometime during the night, the hem of her dress had risen, bunching up around her waist so that her panty clad globes rubbed up against the front of my jeans. Where, nature haven taken it's course, my dick had swollen to mammoth proportions. Instinctively and stupidly, I jerked away. The bed shook beneath me and I toppled to the floor with a crash, taking enough of the covers with me to reveal that Ashley wasn't wearing panties, but a powder blue thong. I stifled a groan as she rolled over and regarded me.
Her hazel eyes didn't look terribly sleepy, despite the tousled hair and slow grin spreading across her lips. My flannel short had slipped off one shoulder, revealing her torn dress and the bra clad breast beneath. The scene was so damn sexy it hurt. "You okay, tiger?"
"I... uh... fell."
Her eyes dropped to the lump in my jeans which, despite the situation, didn't appear to be shrinking. "Don't be embarrassed, Matt."
"How long have you been awake?" I asked slowly. I still hadn't moved from my position on the floor.
She arched an eyebrow. "Longer than you. But I didn't want to freak you out by flailing wildly or doing something equally stupid."
"Thanks," I grumbled sarcastically.
Ashley laughed. She sat up straighter and stretched her arms out, yawning. The movement thrust her large breasts further into prominence, pressing them together and deepening the enticing line of her cleavage. I tried to ignore it.
"And thank you," she said. "Again. I was expecting some serious nightmares last night, but you kept them at bay." Her full lips quirked into a smile. "I hope that's worth a little embarrassment?"
I pretended to think about it. She threw the pillow at me. "Some hero!" she laughed.
I picked myself up and threw the pillow back at her. My erection had not flagged, and I moved a little awkwardly, but I think I covered it mostly. "Hero?" I echoed.
"Yeah. Don't think I'm going to forget it, either. I'll pay you back somehow, Matt."
I fought the blush that rose to my cheeks. "Jesus, Ash, it's not like I could have done anything differently. You're my sister."
"Familial obligation aside, Matt, you were something else." She sighed. "Could you do me one more favor?"
"Sure. What is it?"
"I need to go down to the security office and report last night. We do, actually. Those guys might want to press charges against you. You broke Brandon's nose."
I did? I didn't remember that, but I wasn't going to tell Ashley that. "Let 'em try," I said. "But yeah, I'll go with you."
She shooed me out and I went down to the men's bathroom to take a long and lukewarm shower. The lack of decently warm water at least managed to cool my inappropriate ardor. I ended up waiting in the lounge for Ashley again, but not nearly as long, and when she emerged she was dressed more practically. Blue jeans, white blouse, hair pulled into a severe ponytail. Having slept in her contacts, she'd traded them out for her glasses to give her eyes a rest.
Ashley had regained much of her humor during the night, and after a little while, I felt mine creeping back. In the daylight, the night's events didn't seem quite so unsettling. Until I thought of Ash lying on the floor with her dress torn. Then the anger would surge back and I'd grit my teeth and Ashley would have to jab me playfully in the stomach to get me to smile again.
The security office was a nightmare. Once we'd explained ourselves and told our story to three different security personnel, they called in the real police and we had to go over it again. Brandon and Todd and a few of the other Beta brothers ended up at the emergency room the night previous, but apparently they didn't name me or Ash, so there weren't any charges against me. Ash was reluctant to press charges of her own, despite my urging. It was late afternoon by the time we got out of there, after a long day of talking and talking and nothing much of anything decided. But at the end of it all, I was able to leave the place under my own power, and not in handcuffs. When the real cops had shown up, I realized my own arrest was a real possibility, despite the fact that Brandon and Todd got less than they deserved.
Once we were outside, Ash put her hand to her forehead and sighed theatrically. "That could have gone better. But at least it's dealt with."
"Not really," I disagreed. "Those two assholes are still free to try their little trick on some other poor girl."
Ashley sighed. "I hope not. God, I hope not. But Jesus, Matt, you sent a guy to the emergency room. Right now they're being cool about the whole thing, but what happens if we do press charges? I'm not going to see my little brother in jail. And can you imagine what Mom would do if I let that happen?"
Mom. Right. What were we going to tell her?
Ashley rounded on me and pointed a finger in my face. As if sensing my thoughts, she said, "Keep your mouth shut. The less Mom knows, the better. The last thing we need to do is worry her about a little nothing."
"Nothing? Ashley, those bastards tried to --"
"Nothing, Matthew," Ash repeated, stressing the first word and staring me in the eyes. She was serious. And a little unnerving.
I relented."Okay, okay. Whatever."
She looked away for a moment. When she turned back, she wore a mostly sincere smile. "So, what do you want to do about dinner? Cafeteria food is definitely hazardous to your health. There is an Olive Garden in town, though." I shrugged. Ashley smiled more widely. "My treat?"
I relented again, unable to hide a smile of my own. "Okay."
Dinner was strained, at least at first. But once I had some hot food in me and Ash had a glass of wine, we both began to relax. Finally. Ash asked me how school was going, how the football season was shaping up, what else was going on. She asked if I was dating anyone at the moment, which was kind of odd. She'd never shown much interest in my love life before. I didn't have much to tell her at the time, either. I was between girlfriends that fall. What with school and football and trying to get into a decent college, I didn't have the time or energy to invest in a full time girlfriend. And I wasn't going to tell Ash about a quick snog or grope under a cheerleader's shirt at a kegger.
I was reluctant to change the subject to ask her how her school year was going, with last night's events fresh in my mind. But Ash never let something like that affect her. "So what do you think of the campus so far?" She paused, then added, "Ignoring, y'know."
"It's nice. I mean, it looks like a state school, like all the buildings were designed and built by the lowest bidder. But I can't really complain about the scenery." I coughed. "That is, all the trees turning colors and everything. And I know the business department is solid, even if the football team sucks."
"Yeah," Ash agreed. "but the basketball team kicks ass. They made it to the sweet sixteen last year. Who cares about football, anyway?"
"Oh, no you didn't," I said. I grabbed a breadstick and lobbed it at her. It bounced off her forehead and landed on the floor. Ash's mouth dropped open in mock horror. She scooped up some noodles and sent them sailing across the table at me. I retaliated with a meatball.
They threw us out of the Olive Garden, giggling and smeared with food. "That was fun," Ash said. She pulled a string of pasta off her shoulder and flung it to the ground. "If a bit disgusting. When was the last time we did something like that?"
"I think I was seven." I looked around. Besides the people still in the restaurant staring at us, people going inside or walking along the street were giving us the eye as well.
Ash put a hand against her forehead. "That's right. God, Mom was pissed."
"That's just because Dad gummed up the ceiling fan with the mashed potatoes."
Ash started laughing, gripping her sides and doubling over. "Oh my God, I'd forgotten about that." She was smearing red sauce across her white blouse as she laughed. "I'm ruining my clothes," she said, fighting to get control of herself.
"Should have thought of that before you questioned the validity of the greatest sport on Earth."
"My brother, the jock." Ash looked up at me with a weird look in her eye. "We should probably get home, get cleaned up. What do you want to do tonight?
"Up to you."
"Well. . . I know you had your heart set on partying. I'm not really in the mood for that sort of thing myself. How do you feel about a night in with your sister and a couple of movies?"