A.N. First off, I'm sorry guys for taking so long to publish a new story. I read all your pm's about when am I writing a new story, and frankly, I'm sorry. It's hard coming up with something original, which is what a lot of you like about my stories. Since I am posting late I am going to put out two stories this month instead of one. Although one might be a oneshot it's still a story.

I was nervous when I stood on the doorstep. This was going to be my new home, in a new city, away from everyone I knew. I didn't know what it would be like, or what I would do if I didn't like it.

I knew a little bit about the home. My foster parent was a woman in her early forties. Seven years ago she had taken in another foster kid, and recently had adopted her. She was a girl, sixteen, two years older than me.

I had just reached the age where I was becoming interested in girls, rather than avoiding them. Still, I doubted it would turn out that way with this girl.

It was the second week of summer, which meant she'd be the only person around my age I'd be likely to see. Once school started in September, I'd get a chance to meet some friends of my own.

Finally, I rang the doorbell. A few moments later a girl answered it. She was small, about my height, and had shoulder length hair, slightly curly and dark black. She was wearing an all black punk-rock jacket with a tank top and shorts. She was very pretty, and had large innocent blue eyes.

She introduced herself as Thalia, and called for her adoptive mother Hera. Introductions and a tour took a few minutes. The house was three stories high, and had a small basement with a rec-room. The main floor had a washroom, kitchen, dining room, and living room. The second story had a mostly unused playroom, with several chests that were probably full of old toys, two bedrooms (a sparsely furnished one that would be mine, and Thalia's own dark blue room), as well as a bathroom we would share. The third floor had Hera's room, her attached bathroom, and an office.

It took me an hour to get settled, unpack my few possessions, and get everything set up. By the time I was done, Hera sent Thalia up to get me for dinner. They had left me alone while I unpacked, which I was grateful for.

After supper, we had a 'family meeting,' they explained the ground rules, (pretty standard stuff that I didn't have a problem with), and went through what to expect over the summer. Hera worked Monday to Friday for most of the day, so a lot of the time it would be just Thalia and I.

We talked about our lives a bit, and I got along well with them. Hera had been abused by her father and, and Thalia been neglected attention by her father, and her mother died drink driving. I felt a sense of kinship with them.

They seemed happy that I was well behaved, and took the change so well. I went to bed early, the move having exhausted me. Before I went to bed, Thalia and Hera assured me that I would fit in well with them.

Last year, I had discovered how to masturbate. These days I did it before bed, because it helped me get to sleep. Instead of one of the fantasies I normally used, I thought about Thalia. Picturing her small, but well shaped breasts, and slim figure I got hard quickly, and had no problem blowing my load.

The first week passed quickly and I really got to know Thalia. She spent most of her time at home, so that I wouldn't be bored out of my mind. I found that we had lots in common; we enjoyed similar clothes, and both enjoyed the same music. We had long discussions about rock bands that we had both listened to, and played against each other in Halo a few times.

I learned quickly that in addition to being pretty, Thalia was smart.

I liked Hera, she was kind, and didn't impose or try and get my life's story out of me. She knew that I'd open up in time, and respected that. It was nice to have a little space to breath.

I was in the process of falling asleep a week after I had arrived, when there was a quiet knock at my door. I opened it to the sight of Thalia, wearing a translucent nightgown. Even in the dim light, I could clearly see her nipples, as well as the outlines of her breasts. My breath slightly quickened, and a million thoughts went through my head. I had stayed up late reading, and Thalia had gone to bed an hour and a half ago. Why was she here now? And why did she look so scared?

She crept up to me. "I'm sorry to bug you, but I just had a nightmare, and well, I don't want to be alone. Thing were pretty bad before Hera took me in, and sometimes it's all so scary…"

I could barely see her blush in the orange glow that leaked through my window from the lamps outside.

I was just wearing boxers, and I thought my rapidly growing erection was painfully obvious, still, I returned to my bed, and drew aside the covers for her. "Sure, I know how it can be."

She smiled at me, and climbed in next to me. She lay facing me for a while, just staring into my eyes. I didn't really know what to look at. Uncomfortable, I turned my back on her. A minute later, when I felt her breasts press against my back, I realized she was curling up next to me. Eventually, and with that pleasant sensation, I drifted off to sleep. When I awoke, she was gone.

I didn't mention her nocturnal visit that morning at breakfast, but once Hera had left, Thalia thanked me. I told her that anytime she needed to head into my room, she could. She smiled, and thanked me again. Then we went back to eating breakfast.

It was almost too excited to go to sleep that night, hoping that Thalia would come into my room. She never showed up, and eventually sleep snuck up on me.

It was two days before Thalia returned to my bed. It started much like the last time, but once she climbed in, I tentatively wrapped an arm around her. She snuggled up to me, so that my nose rested against the nape of her neck. I couldn't help kissing it once, gently. She shivered, and moved closer to me. That's how we drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, I was again alone.

That night, I decided to masturbate after reading for a bit, figuring Thalia wouldn't come to my room again so soon. I was so focused on jerking off that I didn't even notice her come in, until she was right next to the bed. Suddenly, I was dying of embarrassment and fear.

Was she going to tell Hera? Was I going to get in trouble? I frantically tried to make excuses, but I couldn't open my mouth

A.N. Will Nico get into trouble? Will Thalia tell Hera? You'll just have to wait and see in chapter two.