HEY READERS!! this one is less erotic, so i you want to wait till the next chapter to read a super erotic story, then first go bust a nut, and then read this one! Or read it anyway, it’s whatever. Also! A revised series of the original Will’s New Home will soon be published on ASSTR, so check that out if you want!

now let us return to our story…..

Will and Brook remained in the shower, cuddling up against each other, while kissing and caressing their naked bodies under the hot steamy water. Almost ten minutes had passed, when the couple heard the noise of shattering glass over the sound of the running water. Will, quickly, turned off the water and jumped from the shower. However, as he did, fate seemed to catch up to him, for as he sprang from the shower, the slippery tile, combined with Will’s soaked skin and the condom he had carelessly thrown on the floor, resulted in the poor boy slipping backwards and falling on his ass.

Brook giggled to herself, but stood and exited from the shower to assist Will.

“You okay, Will?”

“Yeah. I just fell”, He replied, as he rubbed his lower back.

“Alright, well just wait here. I’ll go see what the noise was”, Brook said, grabbing a towel from the cabinet and wrapping it around her exposed breasts.




Brook walked from the bathroom, and then to the stairs, were she quietly crept down and cautiously looked in every direction for some sort of disturbance.

Seeing nothing major, she decided to walk to the TV room. As she crossed the thresh-hold that led from the kitchen to the TV room, she gasped as she saw the sliding glass door had been shattered.

“What the hell?” Brook said quietly to herself. She surveyed the damage from the threshold, so as to avoid the broken glass, and as she did, she noticed a rock laying on the carpet, “Dammit! Someone must have thrown the rock from their backyar-”

But before she could finish her sentence, a shadowy figure stepped behind her and wrapped their arm around her neck.

Brook tried to scream, but the attacker next put their hand over her mouth and dragged the poor girl back to the kitchen. Brook tried to struggle against her attacker, but as she did, she felt herself fall forward, as the attacker next pushed her into a chair that sat around the kitchen table.

Barley catching herself, Brook clumsily landed in the chair and quickly corrected her posture so as to not give the intruder a chance to see either her exposed breasts or twat.

As she adjusted the towel, she looked up at the burglar, and gasped in surprise at who it was.

“Sam?” She yelled in shock.

“Brook”, Sam said in a clam and somewhat angered voice.

“H-how did you find us? And how did you get out of Tucso-”

“I’m here to help you”

“Help?”

“Greene. I want to kill him, and I know that he’s here in San Diego”

“That’s fine, Sam, but why did you-”

“Shut up!” He ordered, putting a hand over Brook’s mouth, “I said I was going to help. That’s the only answer you need. Now tell me were he is, who he’s with, and-”

Brook shook her head to free herself from Sam’s hand, and replied angrily to the boy, “I don’t know where he is, but he has these two followers with him now, one’s named Mark Log-”

“Mark Logan!” Sam yelled.

Brook flinched as Sam suddenly became enraged. He turned around and punched the dry-wall with as much power and force as he could muster.

“Sam-”

“I said shut up!” Sam yelled at Brook, as he next grabbed near by kitchen chair and threw it across the kitchen, resulting in the chair shattering one of its legs upon impact.

“What the hell is going on?” Will demanded, suddenly appearing in the entrance of the kitchen, a towel wrapped around his waist, “Wha-what the fuck? Sam? What the hell-”

“I’m gonna help you two kill Greene and that little cunt, Mark!”

“That’s great, but Sam-”

“And since your girlfriend doesn’t know anything about were he is, I guess I’ll see you two tomorrow.”

“What? No! Sam stay right were you are and don’t-”

But before Will could finish his sentence, Sam dashed from the kitchen, into the TV room, and into the night.

“That guy is fucking insane!” Brook shouted so that Sam could hear her as he ran from the backyard.

Meanwhile, she and Will began to survey the damage he had caused, and the two began the slow and painful process of cleaning up the shattered glass and the broken chair.



Rachel sat in her room. She was curled up in a ball, grasping her pillow and angrily starring off into space. Lying in front of her, a picture of Will and herself hugging, was placed face up on her mattress. She would occasionally glance at the boy she loved before quickly turning her head to stare at something else.

“How…how could that not work…”, She thought to herself as she drew her attention back to Will’s face, “How could she not dump him?”

Rachel starred at Will’s face for about another minute, before taking a deep breath and letting a silent sob escape from her mouth. Yet, before long, the girl began to cry uncontrollably, and let her head drop, so her face would rest on the pillow she was tightly holding.



As she cried, Rachel began to recall the first day she had ever laid eyes on Will Reed. It was about five years ago, back when she and Will would have been around 9 or ten, and she had been walking back from the park with a stray puppy she had found rummaging through the garbage in an alley. Rachel had developed early as a young girl, and though she was ten at the time, she looked almost twelve or thirteen. Rachel remembered feeling proud of herself back then, she had been the first girl in the grade to wear a bra, and the first girl in the grade to get their period, both of which made Rachel the eye candy of the many boys in, not only her grade, but the elementary school.

Rachel remembered walking home that day, smiling and laughing as the small puppy licked her face, and snuggled up to her chest.