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Family Matters, pt 3 (an erotic story)
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Family Matters, pt 3 (an erotic story) 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<b> kiss </font></b>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  "We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." ] |
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6/23/2007 5:32 am |
that was very hot and erotic.
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