Geek. Nerd. Dweeb. Take your pick, any one of them would describe Pete just fine. At sixteen, he'd never kissed a girl, never even held hands, and was more at home with his books than with people. Yes, books. Although he was perfectly good with a computer, the kind who'd teach himself how to program it, he'd rather read an actual book than surf the Internet. He wasn't interested in Facebook, or Twitter, or any of those things. Didn't even really like to watch TV or movies. When he did, he was always trying to figure out how he would re-write the scripts to make them better. Or how he would re-cast the roles. His imagination served as his movie theater, and it was one with few limits.
He wasn't into sports much, either. A skinny 5' 6" he wasn't exactly the right size for most of them anyway. He was in good shape, just not very big or competitive.
His sister Cassie had a completely different personality. She was always hanging out with her friends, and she had plenty of them. She was in the popular group at school, while Pete wasn't really in any group at all. Or he was his own group by himself, depending on how you looked at it. Fourteen years old, Cassie was pretty, with long blonde hair, green eyes, and a pale complexion. She was thin, like Pete, and had just started to develop some curves. And she thought her brother was just a weird as most everybody else did.
Pete was ten when he discovered that his dick was for more than just peeing through. He was on the computer looking for something he needed for school, when he accidentally landed on a site with pictures of naked women. As he stared at things he'd never seen before, he felt his dick growing, hardening. It didn't take much experimentation for him to figure out what happened when he touched it in that condition. After that, he spent as much time jerking off as he could. Once in a while he watched some porn or read some stories on the Internet, to get new ideas, but most of the time he simply lost himself in fantasies of his own creation when he was masturbating. And most of the time the girl in those fantasies was the only girl he really spent much time around. His sister, Cassie.
*****
When Pete saw the announcement that his favorite band, which almost never toured, was going to be playing in his hometown, he just about went through the roof. Music was about the only thing that took him out of his fantasies. Or maybe it just let him climb deeper into them while still being part of the real world. Either way, he was going to that concert. It was going to be a big one, too, outdoors, with half a dozen other bands playing, lasting pretty much all day. Since it was close to home, he didn't have too much trouble talking his parents into letting him buy a ticket. He even convinced them that he should be able to drive there himself, rather than have them drop him off. There was only one catch. He had to take Cassie along. He could live with that, though. She wasn't too bad as little sisters went. And she did have pretty good taste in music for a girl, so she wouldn't complain about what she was listening to.
*****
"Cassie, hurry up, we need to get going!" Typical girl, took forever to get ready for anything.
"Why, it doesn't start for a couple of hours yet."
"Yeah, but I want to get a spot close to the stage." Pete intended to be as close as he could get to the bands, so he could watch them playing.
Cassie sighed, finished putting on her shoes. God, her brother was such a dork. Any other guy his age would be going to the concert to try to pick up a chick. He actually wanted to listen to the music. She'd never even seen him look at a girl. Sometimes she wondered if he was gay, but mostly it just seemed like he wasn't interested in anything like that.
Cassie was interested, she just hadn't done much yet. She'd kissed a couple of guys and let one feel her boobs, but that was about it. She didn't really have many chances to be alone with guys. Maybe she could find one at the concert while Pete was busy drooling over the guitars. She had on jeans, as low-cut as her parents would let her have, and a tank top. She had to wear a bra, her mother wouldn't let her out of the house otherwise, but she had a plan about that, too.
Pete grabbed Cassie by the arm and practically dragged her out to the car when she finally got downstairs. The concert was on the other side of town, so it would take a little while to get there. Pete took the back way, down by the river. Less traffic there, but it was also a nice twisty road, and Pete liked driving it.
Driving along the river, with no other traffic, was just fine as far as Cassie was concerned. She said, "Don't look," pulled up her tank top, and quickly unfastened and slipped off her bra.
"Damn, sis, what are you doing?" Pete almost drove off the road. It was absolutely the first time he'd ever seen a pair of tits in person.
"I told you not to look!" Cassie blushed, pulled down her tank top. But she didn't really feel very embarrassed about having a boy see her boobs. Even if the boy was her brother.
"Come on, you know that if you tell somebody not to look they have to look." Pete chuckled, and Cassie smiled. She did know that. Maybe she'd done it on purpose. Heck, she could have just waited until they got to the concert and gone into the restroom to take it off. She stuffed her bra into the glove compartment.
"Just don't tell Mom I took it off."
"Don't worry." Pete wondered if he'd ever get another chance to see his sister's tits.
**
There were people everywhere, but most were sitting in the grandstands. Only the hard-core fans were on the grass in front of the stage, and only the hardest of those moved to the front of the pack to be next to the fence, which was only a few feet from the stage. The sound there would be intense, not to mention the smell of pot smoke. That was where Pete wanted to be.
The first band was just setting up. Good, they hadn't missed anything. Pete led Cassie through the maze, holding her hand so they didn't get separated. That was all he'd need, to lose his sister in this crowd. His parents wouldn't let him out of the house again til he was thirty. They reached the fence, and Pete stood there, watching the roadies set up the equipment, check the tuning on the guitars. For a while he barely remembered Cassie was there with him.
For her part, Cassie shook her head as she watched her brother ogling the stage. God, what a geek. Well, there were better things than that to do, for her at least. She was checking out the guys. And getting more depressed by the minute. Most of them were obviously with somebody. Most of the ones who weren't looked like clones of her twit of a brother, staring at the set-up on the stage. There were a few who looked like they were checking out the girls. They were mostly older, and hunky. And the girls they were checking out didn't look like Cassie. They ones they were looking at were older, and had better bodies. This was going to be a long day.
*
The first band was onstage and ready to go. Pete scooted back from the fence a little, motioned Cassie to move in front of him. Short as he was, he was taller than Cassie, who was barely above five feet. No way she'd be able to see over anybody, so he let her get up against the fence while he stood behind her.
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He wasn't into sports much, either. A skinny 5' 6" he wasn't exactly the right size for most of them anyway. He was in good shape, just not very big or competitive.
His sister Cassie had a completely different personality. She was always hanging out with her friends, and she had plenty of them. She was in the popular group at school, while Pete wasn't really in any group at all. Or he was his own group by himself, depending on how you looked at it. Fourteen years old, Cassie was pretty, with long blonde hair, green eyes, and a pale complexion. She was thin, like Pete, and had just started to develop some curves. And she thought her brother was just a weird as most everybody else did.
Pete was ten when he discovered that his dick was for more than just peeing through. He was on the computer looking for something he needed for school, when he accidentally landed on a site with pictures of naked women. As he stared at things he'd never seen before, he felt his dick growing, hardening. It didn't take much experimentation for him to figure out what happened when he touched it in that condition. After that, he spent as much time jerking off as he could. Once in a while he watched some porn or read some stories on the Internet, to get new ideas, but most of the time he simply lost himself in fantasies of his own creation when he was masturbating. And most of the time the girl in those fantasies was the only girl he really spent much time around. His sister, Cassie.
*****
When Pete saw the announcement that his favorite band, which almost never toured, was going to be playing in his hometown, he just about went through the roof. Music was about the only thing that took him out of his fantasies. Or maybe it just let him climb deeper into them while still being part of the real world. Either way, he was going to that concert. It was going to be a big one, too, outdoors, with half a dozen other bands playing, lasting pretty much all day. Since it was close to home, he didn't have too much trouble talking his parents into letting him buy a ticket. He even convinced them that he should be able to drive there himself, rather than have them drop him off. There was only one catch. He had to take Cassie along. He could live with that, though. She wasn't too bad as little sisters went. And she did have pretty good taste in music for a girl, so she wouldn't complain about what she was listening to.
*****
"Cassie, hurry up, we need to get going!" Typical girl, took forever to get ready for anything.
"Why, it doesn't start for a couple of hours yet."
"Yeah, but I want to get a spot close to the stage." Pete intended to be as close as he could get to the bands, so he could watch them playing.
Cassie sighed, finished putting on her shoes. God, her brother was such a dork. Any other guy his age would be going to the concert to try to pick up a chick. He actually wanted to listen to the music. She'd never even seen him look at a girl. Sometimes she wondered if he was gay, but mostly it just seemed like he wasn't interested in anything like that.
Cassie was interested, she just hadn't done much yet. She'd kissed a couple of guys and let one feel her boobs, but that was about it. She didn't really have many chances to be alone with guys. Maybe she could find one at the concert while Pete was busy drooling over the guitars. She had on jeans, as low-cut as her parents would let her have, and a tank top. She had to wear a bra, her mother wouldn't let her out of the house otherwise, but she had a plan about that, too.
Pete grabbed Cassie by the arm and practically dragged her out to the car when she finally got downstairs. The concert was on the other side of town, so it would take a little while to get there. Pete took the back way, down by the river. Less traffic there, but it was also a nice twisty road, and Pete liked driving it.
Driving along the river, with no other traffic, was just fine as far as Cassie was concerned. She said, "Don't look," pulled up her tank top, and quickly unfastened and slipped off her bra.
"Damn, sis, what are you doing?" Pete almost drove off the road. It was absolutely the first time he'd ever seen a pair of tits in person.
"I told you not to look!" Cassie blushed, pulled down her tank top. But she didn't really feel very embarrassed about having a boy see her boobs. Even if the boy was her brother.
"Come on, you know that if you tell somebody not to look they have to look." Pete chuckled, and Cassie smiled. She did know that. Maybe she'd done it on purpose. Heck, she could have just waited until they got to the concert and gone into the restroom to take it off. She stuffed her bra into the glove compartment.
"Just don't tell Mom I took it off."
"Don't worry." Pete wondered if he'd ever get another chance to see his sister's tits.
**
There were people everywhere, but most were sitting in the grandstands. Only the hard-core fans were on the grass in front of the stage, and only the hardest of those moved to the front of the pack to be next to the fence, which was only a few feet from the stage. The sound there would be intense, not to mention the smell of pot smoke. That was where Pete wanted to be.
The first band was just setting up. Good, they hadn't missed anything. Pete led Cassie through the maze, holding her hand so they didn't get separated. That was all he'd need, to lose his sister in this crowd. His parents wouldn't let him out of the house again til he was thirty. They reached the fence, and Pete stood there, watching the roadies set up the equipment, check the tuning on the guitars. For a while he barely remembered Cassie was there with him.
For her part, Cassie shook her head as she watched her brother ogling the stage. God, what a geek. Well, there were better things than that to do, for her at least. She was checking out the guys. And getting more depressed by the minute. Most of them were obviously with somebody. Most of the ones who weren't looked like clones of her twit of a brother, staring at the set-up on the stage. There were a few who looked like they were checking out the girls. They were mostly older, and hunky. And the girls they were checking out didn't look like Cassie. They ones they were looking at were older, and had better bodies. This was going to be a long day.
*
The first band was onstage and ready to go. Pete scooted back from the fence a little, motioned Cassie to move in front of him. Short as he was, he was taller than Cassie, who was barely above five feet. No way she'd be able to see over anybody, so he let her get up against the fence while he stood behind her.
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