Family Matters, pt 4 (an erotic story)
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Posted:Jun 10, 2007 9:40 am
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I showered in fairly cold water, hoping it would curb my desire for Charley, but it didn’t help much. I toweled off, only slightly less horny, and dressed. Putting on his t-shirt and shorts, that smelled faintly of his cologne and fresh soap, completely negated any effect the shower had. I ran my hands through my shoulder length red hair, tossed it a bit to help it dry, and opened the bathroom door. I didn’t see Charley, and his bedroom door was closed, so I figured he’d gone to bed. I was, admittedly, ashamedly, disappointed. I don’t know that I really truly wanted to have any contact with him that night, but I knew I was enjoying the whole cat and mouse game immensely. Flirting is like a sport to me, and I love to play. Somewhat relieved, I walked down the hall to the guest room.
I pushed open the door and was startled to see Charley sitting on the bed. My, but he did look yummy. I can never get Todd to wear boxers, and I love them. I think they’re so sexy. Trying to force aside the rush of desire at the sight of him sitting on the bed that I intended to sleep on, I gulped and said, “Um, hi Charley. Thanks for making the bed for me. Well, goodnight then.”
He stood up and walked toward me, slowly, purposefully.
“Charley, innocent, remember?” I said, breathlessly, because the way he was looking at me made it hard to get air in my lungs.
“I know what I said. But I can’t leave without giving you something to think about.” He was very close to me now, and I knew I should turn away, but I just couldn’t. My legs felt like they were rooted in concrete and I simply could not move.
Charley took me in his arms, lowered his head to mine, and slowly, ever so slowly, brushed his lips softly over mine, teasingly. When I thought I would melt from his kiss, he began to gently nibble on my bottom lip, while his thumb and forefinger caressed my earlobe and his other hand massaged my neck. He was standing very close to me, but our bodies were not yet touching. I knew that if they did, I’d be done for. He kept kissing me, ever so softly, until I thought I would go mad with the need to feel him against me hard and hot and passionate. These soft, tender kisses were exquisite torture, and he knew it.
I couldn’t stand it anymore. I lifted my arms and wrapped them around his neck, preparing to press my body against his in a full on invitation. All rational thoughts had long since left my head, and my capacity for reason was nil. All I could think about, see, feel, touch, want…was Charley.
I tightened my hands and started to lean in, and suddenly, Charley slipped out of my grasp and stepped away from me, ending our kiss and leaving me utterly breathless with desire. I opened my glazed eyes and looked at him, and damned if he didn’t look smug.
“Sweet dreams, Sunny. I know mine will be.” Charley said, and as he walked away, leaving me slack-jawed and speechless, I heard him add, “yep…dreams about scrubbing your back in the shower…..very, very sweet…”
Damn tease! I thought, and knew I’d just been bested at my favorite game. I climbed into bed and groaned in frustration, knowing it was going to be a long night.
I awoke at eight the next morning, not having slept much. The first thoughts in my head were of Charley and his lips…followed immediately by waves of guilt. What in the hell did I do? I thought, why am I thinking about Charley when I’m married to his brother??? I shook my head and climbed out of bed. I knew that I just had to end this…this…whatever it was, before it went any farther. My mind made up, I started to look around for my clothes, and realized that I left them in the bathroom. I started for the door when I heard a knock, and Charley’s voice saying,
“Good morning sunshine!”
I whipped the door open and glared at him. He was still in his boxers from last night, sans t-shirt, and it was all I could do not to drool.
“Uh-oh, maybe not so good. What’s the matter, Sunny, didn’t sleep well?” he quipped. At my responding snarl, he held out my jeans and panties and a t-shirt I didn’t recognize. “Thought you might need these. Also thought you’d like a fresh shirt, so here’s an old one of mine.”
“Um, thanks. I left them in the bath last night, I was a little…flustered. Gee, I wonder why???” I said as I continued to glare at him. “Thanks for the shirt.” I offered grudgingly.
“No problem. I like seeing you in my clothes.” Charley smiled that sexy, suggestive smile of his and started to walk away.
“Bite me, Charley!” I cursed at him.
“Hmm…tempting…maybe a little later!” And he walked away whistling to himself, smug as could be.
I slammed the door and got dressed in a huff. I made the bed, gathered the nightclothes he lent me, along with my shirt, and went to the bathroom to freshen up. Looking through the medicine cabinet for some deodorant, I came across Charley’s cologne. Remembering the way I reacted smelling it even faintly on his t-shirt from last night, I knew I shouldn’t even look at it, but I couldn’t resist. I took it down, smelled it, and spritzed a little on my neck. It had a clean, woodsy, smoky, utterly manly smell…exactly like Charley. And Todd. Feeling a fresh wave of guilt, I hurriedly put the cologne away and left the bathroom.
As I started downstairs, I smelled the divine scent of fresh coffee. I let my nose carry me into the kitchen, where Charley was waiting with a steaming pot and two large mugs. He was wearing faded jeans and another white t-shirt, and had obviously just showered. He looked better than the coffee smelled, and for a minute I couldn’t decide which I wanted more. The coffee won out, though, as it was easily accessible….not to mention much more reasonable.
“Ah, French roast…nectar of the Gods…” I said, pouring myself a mugfull.
Charley finished the last dregs of his mug and poured another. “I’ll make another pot, I have a feeling we’re going to need it.” He said.
“What’s wrong, Charley, didn’t you sleep well last night?” I asked, feigning innocence.
“You know damn well I didn’t. You had me so worked up last night that I had to, shall we say, relieve some pressure, before I could even sleep!”
I knew he was trying to get a rise out of me, talking about that. I wasn’t going to fall for it, so I decided to fight fire with fire. I musingly quipped back, “Hmm, maybe I should have done that, too. I might have slept better that way.”
My comment had the desired effect. Charley’s jaw dropped. I just smiled to myself and took another long, satisfying drink of coffee. It was almost a full minute before he regained the power of speech.
“Okay, Sunny, now that you’ve had your fun for the morning, we need to talk. We have a problem.” Charley said seriously.
“Problem? Whatever could you mean, Charley? Oh, right, the whole I’ve been making out with my husbands’ brother all night situation, well, yeah, I’d say that’s a little bit of a problem!!!!” I said sarcastically.
“Yeah, that. And, the fact that even as bad as I feel about that, as guilty as I feel for kissing you, I still want nothing more than to do it again right now.” Charley admitted.
I just looked at him, saw the hunger in his eyes, and knew that I felt exactly the same way. “Yeah, that’s a problem, alright.” I replied.
“I know if I get the opportunity, I’ll kiss you again. I’m being completely honest here, Sunny. And I don’t know what to do about this.” Charley said, frowning.
“I don’t know, either. I do know that if you tried to kiss me again, much as I know we shouldn’t, I wouldn’t do anything to stop you. And that scares me.”
“Yeah, it’s a scary prospect. But we have to face reality, there are going to be times when we’re alone together, when we’ll have opportunity. We can’t just pounce on each other every chance we get.”
“Oh please, I think I have a little more self control than that!” I said.
“You know what I mean. And I’m not entirely sure you do!”
“Damn you, Charley!” I said, not really seriously. I thought in silence for a moment, then suggested, “We could try aversion therapy! I could give you some horrible pictures Todd took of me back when I was huge and fat and ugly, and you could just look at them everytime you think about kissing me!”
“Well, that wouldn’t work, Sunny, because I’ve been attracted to you from day one, and I’ve never thought you were ugly in the least. Besides which, what aversion therapy would work for you? You were attracted to me even when I was 400 pounds!”
I was floored by his admission. It made me feel so special, so…beautiful. I had to do something to express to him how much that meant to me.
-to be continued
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Family Matters, pt 3 (an erotic story)
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Posted:Jun 10, 2007 9:38 am
Last Updated:May 8, 2024 7:53 am
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When I realized that my thoughts were heading in that direction, and I wasn’t all too keen on stopping them, I pulled away from his embrace. “Charley, we need to find a way to deal with this. Our lives are too connected to just avoid each other altogether and hope that these feelings blow over.”
“I know, Sunny. I know. Maybe if we just avoid being alone together, you know, don’t give ourselves the opportunity, then we’ll stop wanting it.” He offered.
“Maybe…” I said, knowing full well that the feelings were too strong to simply fade away from non-use. Glancing at Charley, I knew he felt the same way. “At any rate,” I said, “not being alone together sounds like a plan. We’re both mature enough to not go seeking out an opportunity for anything untoward. As long as we avoid another situation like this, we’ll be fine, and we’ll just go back to being siblings-in-law and nothing more.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Charley said. He looked at me again, still kneeling in front of me, and sighed. Then he stood up and returned to his chair. He sat there quietly for a minute, both of us lost in our thoughts.
I looked over at him, feeling an intense, magnetic pull. I wanted, no, absolutely needed, to be closer to him. The frustration, the physical and emotional loneliness, was almost unbearable. I knew I had to do something.
“Charley, we’re going to have to get used to being around each other. We can’t stay on opposite ends of the room every time we’re together.” I said, and sighed. “Besides, it might be easier if you were sitting over here, forbidden fruit and all.” I said, knowing he would understand me. He and I think a lot alike, we both have very analytical minds, reading beneath the surface and catching drifts easily.
“Okay, yeah.” He said, and he moved over to sit on the couch with me. While this lessened the pull, it by no means abated it. I still desperately wanted to kiss him again.
“I think I need to leave. I’ll go home and take a nice cold shower.” I said, starting to get up.
“Yeah, maybe that’s for the best.” He agreed. Then, trying to change the subject, “Todd gets home tomorrow, right?”
“No, he called last night and said he’s gonna stay up there a couple of days, visit your folks and all. He hasn’t been up there in awhile, and I know he misses them”
“Why didn’t you go with him, then?” Charley asked curiously.
“I’m on call for work this weekend. I have 3 days off, but still have to stick around, just in case.” I replied.
“How’s work and school going lately, anyways?” Charley asked.
I settled back down onto the couch and proceeded to talk to him. We always could talk easily, and it did lessen the tension to just talk like friends. I could tell Charley was relaxing, too. It was such a pleasant change from the tense, anxiety filled encounters of earlier that evening that we were both reluctant to leave it. Either that, or we were just reluctant to leave each other. At any rate, we talked for a long time, about the farm, about school, about the houses, about the business, family, future plans, anything and everything. When I began to yawn, Charley looked up at the clock above the mantle and gave a yelp.
“Oh man, it’s two in the morning! You must be exhausted!” He exclaimed.
“Wow, yeah, I am. I’ve been up since six. Man…” I said, yawning again. I really was tired. “Its been so nice just sitting here talking, I guess I lost track of the time. Funny though, I didn’t really feel tired until I saw the clock!” I said truthfully.
All at once there was a huge thunderclap, and we both startled. We looked out of the picture window behind us and realized that it was pouring rain outside.
“Are you gonna be okay driving home, Sunny?” Charley asked worriedly. He knew that I have bad night vision, especially in wet weather. I can’t see the lines on the roads when they’re wet, the headlights glare too much on my eyes. And with me being so tired to boot, he had reason to worry. Its about a 90 minute drive from the farm to the town where Todd and I live. I knew I shouldn’t be driving, but I also knew I shouldn’t even think about staying there, not after all that had transpired that evening.
“Yeah, I should be fine.” I lied, yawning. “I’ll get going now, before it gets any worse.”
Just then another huge thunderclap sounded, and the rain started coming down harder. “Looks like someone doesn’t want you to be on the road tonight.” Charley said.
“Yeah, I see that. I’m just worried about who that someone is.” I replied pointedly.
“Come on, Sunny. You know damn well you shouldn’t be driving tonight, and as your brother-in-law, I can’t knowingly let you. You’ll stay here tonight. You can stay in the guest room upstairs. I just bought new bedding for Mom’s upcoming visit next month. I’ll go get it ready.”
“Charley,…” I started to say.
“No arguments, Sunny. And no worries. Its perfectly innocent. Todd would not want you driving in this condition.” Charley reminded me.
“Yeah, okay, I guess you’re right.” I reluctantly agreed. Then I remembered that I was wearing jeans that would not be very comfortable to sleep in. Since I wouldn’t want to prance around the house in just my shirt and panties if I had to go to the bathroom, which is right next to Charley’s room. I asked him, “Um, Charley, would you have anything I could sleep in? A long t-shirt, a pair of sweats maybe?”
He looked at me oddly for a minute, his mouth hanging open slightly, and I got the distinct impression that he was imagining me in just one of his t-shirts. I was surprised to find that I wasn’t at all offended by that. He shut his mouth long enough to reply, “Uh, yeah…sure thing. I’ll find something for you. Just give me a minute.” And he sprinted up the stairs.
After a minute, I got up and walked upstairs to the bathroom. Once inside, I sat down on the toilet to think. We’re both adults, I thought, we can control ourselves, this is perfectly innocent. The guest room is way down the hall from Charley’s room, at the opposite end of the house. Everything will be fine. I’ll get up in the morning, we’ll have coffee, and I’ll go home and pretend that none of this ever happened.
I was so lost in thought that Charley’s knock on the bathroom door startled me, and I yelped.
“You okay, Sunny?” he asked.
“Ah, yeah, fine. You just…startled me is all. I’ll…I’ll be right out.” I stammered.
I washed my face and hands and took a few deep breaths to steady myself before exiting the bathroom. Charley was waiting for me, leaning against the wall outside the bathroom. He was wearing a pair of boxers and a white t-shirt, and my breath caught in my throat. He looked so…yummy. It was my turn for my jaw to drop.
Charley kind of smirked and held out his hand, which held the clothes I’d asked for. “I found you a nice t-shirt and a pair of shorts, they should fit okay, maybe a bit big on you now.” He was looking hungrily at me, his eyes raking up and down my body. I had the crazy urge to do something to tease and shock him, like strip off my jeans and blouse right there in the hall. Charley must have saw the mischievous glint in my eye, because he looked sideways at me and asked, “What? These okay?”
“Yeah, that’ll be fine. Thanks.” I felt the need for a good cold shower right then, so I asked, “You mind if I take a quick shower before I turn in?”
“Not at all. Here, I’ll show you where everything is.” He walked into the bathroom past me, and brushed up against me as he went. Just that brief contact made my insides do flip flops, and by the catch of his breath, I knew he felt the same way. He pulled down a towel and washcloth for me out of the linen closet, and turned to leave.
“Need anything else before I go?” he asked, almost hopefully.
I couldn’t resist teasing a little. “If I decide I need my back scrubbed, could I call on you to help?” I asked coyly.
His jaw about hit the floor. He stammered his way to a “uh…um, ah…well…” and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Thank you, Charley. I’ll be fine.” I said, closing the door in his still shocked face. I have to admit, that was fun. Really mean, but fun 
-to be continued
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Family Matters, pt 3 (an erotic story)
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Posted:Jun 10, 2007 9:38 am
Last Updated:Jun 23, 2007 8:54 am
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When I realized that my thoughts were heading in that direction, and I wasn’t all too keen on stopping them, I pulled away from his embrace. “Charley, we need to find a way to deal with this. Our lives are too connected to just avoid each other altogether and hope that these feelings blow over.”
“I know, Sunny. I know. Maybe if we just avoid being alone together, you know, don’t give ourselves the opportunity, then we’ll stop wanting it.” He offered.
“Maybe…” I said, knowing full well that the feelings were too strong to simply fade away from non-use. Glancing at Charley, I knew he felt the same way. “At any rate,” I said, “not being alone together sounds like a plan. We’re both mature enough to not go seeking out an opportunity for anything untoward. As long as we avoid another situation like this, we’ll be fine, and we’ll just go back to being siblings-in-law and nothing more.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Charley said. He looked at me again, still kneeling in front of me, and sighed. Then he stood up and returned to his chair. He sat there quietly for a minute, both of us lost in our thoughts.
I looked over at him, feeling an intense, magnetic pull. I wanted, no, absolutely needed, to be closer to him. The frustration, the physical and emotional loneliness, was almost unbearable. I knew I had to do something.
“Charley, we’re going to have to get used to being around each other. We can’t stay on opposite ends of the room every time we’re together.” I said, and sighed. “Besides, it might be easier if you were sitting over here, forbidden fruit and all.” I said, knowing he would understand me. He and I think a lot alike, we both have very analytical minds, reading beneath the surface and catching drifts easily.
“Okay, yeah.” He said, and he moved over to sit on the couch with me. While this lessened the pull, it by no means abated it. I still desperately wanted to kiss him again.
“I think I need to leave. I’ll go home and take a nice cold shower.” I said, starting to get up.
“Yeah, maybe that’s for the best.” He agreed. Then, trying to change the subject, “Todd gets home tomorrow, right?”
“No, he called last night and said he’s gonna stay up there a couple of days, visit your folks and all. He hasn’t been up there in awhile, and I know he misses them”
“Why didn’t you go with him, then?” Charley asked curiously.
“I’m on call for work this weekend. I have 3 days off, but still have to stick around, just in case.” I replied.
“How’s work and school going lately, anyways?” Charley asked.
I settled back down onto the couch and proceeded to talk to him. We always could talk easily, and it did lessen the tension to just talk like friends. I could tell Charley was relaxing, too. It was such a pleasant change from the tense, anxiety filled encounters of earlier that evening that we were both reluctant to leave it. Either that, or we were just reluctant to leave each other. At any rate, we talked for a long time, about the farm, about school, about the houses, about the business, family, future plans, anything and everything. When I began to yawn, Charley looked up at the clock above the mantle and gave a yelp.
“Oh man, it’s two in the morning! You must be exhausted!” He exclaimed.
“Wow, yeah, I am. I’ve been up since six. Man…” I said, yawning again. I really was tired. “Its been so nice just sitting here talking, I guess I lost track of the time. Funny though, I didn’t really feel tired until I saw the clock!” I said truthfully.
All at once there was a huge thunderclap, and we both startled. We looked out of the picture window behind us and realized that it was pouring rain outside.
“Are you gonna be okay driving home, Sunny?” Charley asked worriedly. He knew that I have bad night vision, especially in wet weather. I can’t see the lines on the roads when they’re wet, the headlights glare too much on my eyes. And with me being so tired to boot, he had reason to worry. Its about a 90 minute drive from the farm to the town where Todd and I live. I knew I shouldn’t be driving, but I also knew I shouldn’t even think about staying there, not after all that had transpired that evening.
“Yeah, I should be fine.” I lied, yawning. “I’ll get going now, before it gets any worse.”
Just then another huge thunderclap sounded, and the rain started coming down harder. “Looks like someone doesn’t want you to be on the road tonight.” Charley said.
“Yeah, I see that. I’m just worried about who that someone is.” I replied pointedly.
“Come on, Sunny. You know damn well you shouldn’t be driving tonight, and as your brother-in-law, I can’t knowingly let you. You’ll stay here tonight. You can stay in the guest room upstairs. I just bought new bedding for Mom’s upcoming visit next month. I’ll go get it ready.”
“Charley,…” I started to say.
“No arguments, Sunny. And no worries. Its perfectly innocent. Todd would not want you driving in this condition.” Charley reminded me.
“Yeah, okay, I guess you’re right.” I reluctantly agreed. Then I remembered that I was wearing jeans that would not be very comfortable to sleep in. Since I wouldn’t want to prance around the house in just my shirt and panties if I had to go to the bathroom, which is right next to Charley’s room. I asked him, “Um, Charley, would you have anything I could sleep in? A long t-shirt, a pair of sweats maybe?”
He looked at me oddly for a minute, his mouth hanging open slightly, and I got the distinct impression that he was imagining me in just one of his t-shirts. I was surprised to find that I wasn’t at all offended by that. He shut his mouth long enough to reply, “Uh, yeah…sure thing. I’ll find something for you. Just give me a minute.” And he sprinted up the stairs.
After a minute, I got up and walked upstairs to the bathroom. Once inside, I sat down on the toilet to think. We’re both adults, I thought, we can control ourselves, this is perfectly innocent. The guest room is way down the hall from Charley’s room, at the opposite end of the house. Everything will be fine. I’ll get up in the morning, we’ll have coffee, and I’ll go home and pretend that none of this ever happened.
I was so lost in thought that Charley’s knock on the bathroom door startled me, and I yelped.
“You okay, Sunny?” he asked.
“Ah, yeah, fine. You just…startled me is all. I’ll…I’ll be right out.” I stammered.
I washed my face and hands and took a few deep breaths to steady myself before exiting the bathroom. Charley was waiting for me, leaning against the wall outside the bathroom. He was wearing a pair of boxers and a white t-shirt, and my breath caught in my throat. He looked so…yummy. It was my turn for my jaw to drop.
Charley kind of smirked and held out his hand, which held the clothes I’d asked for. “I found you a nice t-shirt and a pair of shorts, they should fit okay, maybe a bit big on you now.” He was looking hungrily at me, his eyes raking up and down my body. I had the crazy urge to do something to tease and shock him, like strip off my jeans and blouse right there in the hall. Charley must have saw the mischievous glint in my eye, because he looked sideways at me and asked, “What? These okay?”
“Yeah, that’ll be fine. Thanks.” I felt the need for a good cold shower right then, so I asked, “You mind if I take a quick shower before I turn in?”
“Not at all. Here, I’ll show you where everything is.” He walked into the bathroom past me, and brushed up against me as he went. Just that brief contact made my insides do flip flops, and by the catch of his breath, I knew he felt the same way. He pulled down a towel and washcloth for me out of the linen closet, and turned to leave.
“Need anything else before I go?” he asked, almost hopefully.
I couldn’t resist teasing a little. “If I decide I need my back scrubbed, could I call on you to help?” I asked coyly.
His jaw about hit the floor. He stammered his way to a “uh…um, ah…well…” and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Thank you, Charley. I’ll be fine.” I said, closing the door in his still shocked face. I have to admit, that was fun. Really mean, but fun
-to be continued
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Family Matters, pt 2 (an erotic story)
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Posted:Jun 10, 2007 9:36 am
Last Updated:Jun 23, 2007 8:54 am
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“I’m not sure...it just…seemed right.”
“Well, obviously it wasn’t!”
“You don’t have to tell me that! I’m married to your brother, for god’s sake! I think I KNOW that it’s not right to kiss you…”
“You think???” he replied sarcastically. “But it still happened…and lord if it didn’t feel good…”
“Yeah…” I echoed, without even thinking about what I was saying. I looked at him, wide eyed with shock at my own statement. Charley was looking back, but not with shock. I could have sworn it was desire I saw in his eyes. They turned a darker shade of blue, went kind of opaque…the same way Todd’s do.
“Yeah??” Charley questioned, his voice softening now, getting even huskier than it normally was. I recognized the signs, and this time, the guilty warning signs went off before my body had time to react and betray me.
“Charley, I don’t know why I said that, I mean….I shouldn’t have…I mean…it ..did..not..feel..good….necessarily…it …oh, I don’t know!!!” I stammered.
“Maybe this will clear things up, then.” Charley said, just seconds before he put his hands on my shoulders and captured my mouth with his in a forceful, passionate kiss. Much to my chagrin, I responded instantly. My lips softened under his, and parted slightly to allow him to deepen the kiss. My hands wound around him, one on the back of his neck, the other rubbing his strong back. His tongue started caressing mine, slow, silken caresses, and I was lost. I tightened my hold on him, getting a little closer but still not pressed against him like I wanted to be, as our kiss became more passionate. I heard a soft groan, and wasn’t sure who it came from, him or me.
I was so into the kiss, it was so hot. I felt the need to be closer to him, to feel more of his body against mine. I was lost in the passion of the kiss, and as his hands caressed the small of my back, two fingers slipping inside the waistband of my jeans to caress lower down my back, I started to slide closer to him, willing him to pull me against him. His lips left my mouth and began to travel down my neck, down my collarbone, making me shiver with pleasure. This time I knew the groan came from me. Charley heard it to, and gently pushed me backwards on the couch, sliding on top of me, never breaking contact with my neck. My hands were beginning to claw at his back as my body was arching against his. Charley’s hands came around, sliding up my sides and finding my breasts. I have large, full, and very sensitive breasts. He began to caress them slowly, gently, as if getting the feel for them. His mouth found my breast through the fabric of my shirt, and we both moaned. I arched against him again, and his leg came up between mine. I was on fire with desire for him, but I knew this was going way too far.
“Charley….god….please….we have to stop…” I moaned.
“Tell me it felt good, admit it to me and to yourself, and I’ll stop.” He said huskily but clearly.
“Yes, oh god in heaven, YES, it felt, feels, amazing.” I said honestly.
Charley sat up, somewhat triumphantly, then his face fell. “Well, that didn’t help.” He said, dejectedly.
I sat up, trying to catch my breath, and just looked at him for a minute, before saying, “What the hell, Charley?? Why….just why??”
“I just needed to, that’s all. I had to know…” he said, trailing off when his eyes met mine again. Seeing the desire for him still present in my eyes, along with the confusion, he stood up and said, “I need to get away from you.”
“Charley?? What’s wrong, besides the obvious? Why are you walking away from me? We need to talk about this!” I said as he started walking across the room toward the door.
Charley came back in at my words, and sat in the chair across from the couch, facing me, but with a table and about 8 feet between us. “Okay, I agree, we need to talk, but we’ll talk from here.” He said.
“Why did you move away from me, Charley?”
“Because if I stayed next to you, I’d do it again, and we wouldn’t get much talking done.” He said frankly.
I looked at him incredulously for a moment, then just hung my head. “I don’t know what to say, I just don’t know. I don’t understand why this happened, why it happened again, or why it felt so damn good, so right??”
Charley just looked at me for a minute, as if trying to read my thoughts, then he gave up and shook his head, as if trying to clear it. “Girl, you make me steam.” I felt myself flush deeply at his passionate comment. “It has been a very long time since I’ve reacted like that to anyone. Why in the hell did it have to be you?”
I just shot him a dirty look, and said, sarcastically, “Gee, thanks!”
“I didn’t mean it like that and you know it, Sunny.”
“Do I? I thought you weren’t at all attracted to me, that I wasn’t your type, so to speak. I mean, don’t you normally go for those early-blooming adolescent types?” I asked.
Charley just stared at me, openmouthed, as if dumbfounded at my comment. “How can you ask me that? Don’t you know?” he asked incredulously.
“Know what??”
“Man oh man, you don’t. Huh.”
“Know what, Charley?? What are you talking about?”
“You really don’t have any clue, do you? How could you not?” he said, almost to himself.
“Charley, just fucking tell me already! What are you talking about?” I asked exasperatedly.
“Sunny, I’ve had a crush on you for years. I tried to ignore it, but the more I got to know you, what a great person you are, how much you’ve done and are glad to do for my family…how could I not?” he admitted.
It was my turn to be dumbfounded, utterly speechless. That doesn’t happen often. I just stared at him, my mouth hanging open. I truly had believed that he was totally repulsed by me, that he wasn’t in the least little bit attracted to me.
“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly.
“Um, no. No, I’m not okay….but….you always flirted with any cute little chippie around, you ignored me totally, you talked around me like I was one of the guys, a non-entity as a woman. Every time you talked about women you liked, your type, it was skinny, big-boobed, airheaded bimbos. What the hell was I supposed to think??”
“Well, exactly what you did, I guess. I mean, you were, are, Todd’s. I couldn’t very well let on that I found you attractive, now could I? But I thought it was obvious, especially to you, you’re so perceptive.” He still sounded awed by the fact that I was clueless, and more than a little proud of himself!
“No, I guess not, but stop looking so smug. You never should have had those feeling towards me in the first place, Charley!”
“Well, true, but what about you? You can’t tell me that you don’t feel something for me, after the way you kissed me, almost climbing me for God’s sake!” he countered.
“I did not climb you, Charley!” I said indignantly.
“Like hell you didn’t!” I looked defensive at that comment, so he added, “What do you call it then?”
“I…damnit!” I huffed, admitting defeat.
“Uh-huh…now, answer my question. Can you honestly tell me that you don’t have feelings for me?” He asked pointedly.
“No, Charley, I can’t. Honestly, I’ve always been very attracted to you. Todd knows, and though he laughed about it sometimes, I think it pissed him off sometimes, too. I always told him he had nothing to worry about, because you weren’t at all attracted to me.” I laughed sardonically at that one, and looked guilty as hell.
“Yeah, I kinda knew. You didn’t hide it very well. But I guess I did…huh..” There was that infernal smugness again.
“You knew?? Then why did you always get so uncomfortable whenever we were alone together?” I asked, then realized the answer…”Oh.”
Charley laughed. “Yeah, Oh. I was trying my damndest to make sure something like this never happened.” Now it was his turn to look guilty as hell.
“Well, now it has. Now we have to deal with it and make sure it never happens again.” He looked lost in thought, and I didn’t think he heard me. “Charley??” I asked.
“I heard you, Sunny. I’m just not sure I can do that.” He looked up at me then, and his eyes were a shade darker, again.
“Why, Charley?” I pleaded.
He stood up and came back over to the couch, kneeling in front of me and looking into my eyes. “Sunny, tell me honestly that you don’t want me to kiss you again right now.”
I looked at him, his dark blue eyes, his strong jaw, his soft, full lips….and I couldn’t lie. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. I did want him to kiss me, very much. I just shook my head and looked away from him, my eyes filling with tears.
“That’s why.” Charley said, and he took me in his arms and just held me as I cried. They were tears of guilt, but also of frustration, and sadness. I wasn’t prepared to deal with the sadness, not yet. I tried to stave off the flow and pull myself together.
“Yeah, I see your point.” I admitted. I sighed, and leaned against him, laying my head on his shoulder and taking comfort in his strong, gentle arms.
It felt so comfortable being with him like that, even though now there was this almost palpable undercurrent of electricity. I was very aware of it, but it didn’t make the friendly embrace uncomfortable in the least, and it should have. It really should have. I’d been around enough to know that that sort of comfort could easily lead into passion, and even love. That sort of comfort made the act of making love seem like the next natural, logical step.
- to be continued
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Family Matters, pt 1 (an erotic story)
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Posted:Jun 10, 2007 9:33 am
Last Updated:Jun 23, 2007 8:53 am
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I’m not even sure how it all began. All I know is, my life was going good until that day, and then my whole world just spun completely out of orbit.
Don’t get me wrong, these feelings didn’t just spontaneously arise. I guess I’d always had a bit of a crush on him…it’s not as if he wasn’t my type after all. Still, admitting these feelings to myself, or to you, is one thing, but I would never have acted on them, not if he hadn’t…
Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself here. Let me back up, do the whole introduction thing so you know where I’m coming from, before I get to where I’m going.
My name is Sunny…cool, huh? My middle name is Moonbeam. My parents like to think they were hippies, but personally, I think they just smoked too much pot. I had this theory when I was younger that they named me Sunny because my Dad really wanted a boy, and after I was born, my Mom couldn’t have any more (yup...only here...yeah me!). I think that may explain my tomboyish qualities. I tried to be both a boy and a girl to my parents. Yeah, as a I was a real people pleaser. That lasted until I was about 16 and my first serious boyfriend took serious advantage of that fact. Since then, I’ve tried not to give a shit what other people want, and just please myself. Of course, even that has its drawbacks, as I’m sure you can imagine.
Maybe because of the whole tomboy / hippie / free love thing, I also developed a more masculine attitude about sex. I’ve never bought into that whole, “wait for true love, make him beg for it” thing. My opinion is, if it feels good, and it’s not hurting anyone, then go for it! Not one of my relationships were celibate for more than a day or two, some not even an hour or two! So anyway,…where are we now? I’m a free spirit, I like sex, and I’ve got a ‘screw public opinion’ attitude. Anything else you need to know about me, for the purposes of this recounting? Oh well, if there are, I’m sure you’ll pick them up along the way!
Oh yeah…I’m married, very happily, to a wonderful man whom I love with all my heart and soul. His name is Todd. Besides my parents and myself, he is the one person whose feelings and opinions I take to heart. I would never do anything to hurt him, not on purpose. Or so I thought….
A little background about our life as it stood before this whole mess went down. Todd and I live in West Virginia, just on the border between Kentucky, WV, and Ohio. I’m finishing up my graduate degree in Psychology, and Todd and his brother Charley work together on this farm/woodworking business they started. We’ve been married about 3 years, together for 5. No yet, we’re waiting for me to finish school. My family lives about three hours away, and most of Todd’s lives about 7 hours away, except for Charley, and a few distant relatives still living in the backwoods and hollers. We live in town, in a little house built into the side of the hill. I love it, but I’m looking forward to when our log home is done. The boys built Charley’s house as a prototype. It’s all logs, a large two-story cabin, 3 bedrooms, 1 bath, nice place. It also has a two car garage with an apartment over it. Charley’s , Jared, insisted he build it for the few and far between times he visits home from college. Jared plays football for Florida State and thinks he’s God’s gift to women. Charley says Jared wanted the apartment because he was worried about his Dad “cramping his style” when he visited. Of course, I don’t know just exactly how much “style” he expected to have in what I have come to affectionately call “Podunk Kentucky”, but to each his own. Nevertheless, as I said, Charley’s house is nice. Personally, I want something a bit larger, more palatial, with a two room office for the private practice I’m going to start. The boys look at me like I’m nuts everytime I describe it, but they’re drawing up plans nonetheless. I can’t wait!
Todd, as I said before, is a wonderful man. He’s thoughtful, considerate, loving, romantic, sexy, a wonderful lover…I could go on all day, but I can already hear you retching. I’ve loved him since the moment I met him, if not before, and I couldn’t ask for more. He cares a great deal about his family, as do I. That’s one of the things that drew us to each other in the beginning. He’s really close with his family, especially his brother.
Charley’s a nice guy, underneath it all. He’s a former trucker who’s been seriously burned by women too many times, and he doesn’t really trust them, but he tolerates me. Mostly because I refuse to go away, but hey, whatever works. He’s a hard guy to get to know, because he hides under a layer of crass trucker-humor, and has a shock’n y’all type of attitude. After 5 years of trying to crack the guy, I still haven’t made much of a dent. He’s also a really sexy guy, though he doesn’t recognize it. Neither does Todd, for that matter. I think it’s a family trait. Charley really put on a lot of weight after his second divorce, and I think he still sees himself as that guy, even though he’s lost quite a bit of the weight. He’s still kinda heavy, but nothing can hide the twinkling blue eyes and sexy smile that are definitely a family trait. Both boys also have thick, dark brown hair. Unfortunately, Todd keeps his cut very short, almost a buzz cut, while Charley shaves his head completely. As much as I enjoy running my fingers through thick hair, they both look incredibly sexy like they are. Charley wears a bandana on his head usually, and has a goatee. Todd is clean-shaven. I tried for years to get him to grow a goatee like Charley, but he insisted that it made him itch, so I eventually gave up. Todd’s built like brick shit house. He’s a bit beefy, but in all the right places. I adore his body, among other things! It continuously boggles my mind why he’s so in love with me. I was almost as heavy as Charley was when we met, but Todd thought I was beautiful, and still does... Charley doesn’t. He’s into little skinny girls with big tits who look like over-developed twelve year olds. To each his own, I guess. I used to worry that Charley would convince Todd that I was too fat for him, and he should go find someone skinny, but after 3 years of marriage, I think I’m finally past it. Of course, I’ve tried to lose weight, and its coming off slowly but surely. Todd always says, ‘it didn’t go on overnight, it won’t come off that way, either.’ I’ve lost over a hundred pounds since we’ve been married, and I look a lot better, but I’m still fat.
That’s enough background info, I’m sure you get the picture. Up to the recent past….
About a month ago, Todd was making a trip up to Ohio to get some supplies for the farm. I was off for a long weekend, but couldn’t go with him because I was on call for my clinic job. I was lonely at home without him, and I missed the country, so I decided to go over and hang out with Charley for awhile. I also wanted to see how plans were coming on our house.
He didn’t seem entirely pleased to see me, but then he never does. I’ve learned not to take it to heart, it’s just part of his gruff exterior. In the few brief glimpses he’s allowed me into the person he truly is, I’ve learned that he does like me as a person, at least enough to hang out with me for an hour or so. He (grudgingly) offered me a soda and got out the plans he and Todd had been working on. We sat down on the couch and started talking. Before long, we were laughing and joking about all the problems we all had encountered when building Charley’s cabin.
“Yeah, I don’t know what we were thinking just jumping into it with no experience….but at least it worked out okay.” Charley said.
“It definitely did, this house looks great, Charley. You guys did a really fantastic job.” I replied.
He paused for awhile, and just looked at me. Then he said, “Thank you. That really means a lot.” He was still looking right into my eyes, and I started to feel this old familiar tingling feeling in my stomach. I realized that I was anticipating a kiss, as I would with Todd if he looked at me that way. I was more than a little startled to realize what I was feeling, and for whom. I started to open my mouth to say something to break the (albeit pleasant) tension, when he leaned in toward me. Those familiar eyes caught me in their spell, and I was lost.
I just let it happen.
The next thing I knew, I was turned full toward him, wrapped in his arms on the couch, as he started kissing my neck. My neck is extremely sensitive. His lips were so soft, I remembered thinking that he was better at this that Todd. The worst part was, the guilt that should have immediately followed that thought took a few more seconds to reach my head. When it finally did, Charley was gently pushing me backwards onto the couch. I knew where this was headed, and I knew that I had to stop it. Right then.
“Charley, wait… this can’t happen…god…” I said as I pushed him away, gently but forcefully.
He sat up, looking more than a little dazed, and rubbed his hands over his face, as if trying to wake up from a dream. Then he looked at me, and as his glazed expression wore off, it became replaced by one that was simply horrified. He slid down to the other end of the couch as if I was a fire he’d gotten to close to. Exactly like that, come to think of it. We sat like book ends, both of us with our elbows on our knees, our heads in our hands, trying to figure out exactly what just happened, and why. Actually, I don’t think either of us was at the why yet, we were too much in shock. I took a second to glance at him sideways, and found him staring at me, looking like he was about to say something.
“Um….ah, well….what….w-what just, ah, ..damn..” Charley stammered. He took a couple of deep breaths, as if to steady his nerves, and tried again. “I don’t know why that just happened…I don’t even know what…well, I know what, but….oh god…”
“Yeah, my sentiments exactly. Charley, why did you kiss me?” I asked.
“I don’t know!!! Why did you let me??!” He responded, somewhat vehemently.
“I’m not sure...it just…seemed right.”
- to be continued
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