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Family Matters, pt 4 (an erotic story)
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Family Matters, pt 4 (an erotic story) 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<b> kiss </font></b>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<b> kiss </font></b>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<b> kiss </font></b>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  "We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." ] |
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6/23/2007 5:31 am |
that was very hot and erotic.
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