She knew she could never admit to anyone what she thought. It was taboo. But she couldn't help herself.
Whenever she looked at him, either with his knowledge or not, every muscle in her body twitched and moisture gathered rapidly at the apex of her thighs. At first, she'd tried to deny it, telling herself it was just the rampage of adolescent hormones. Then she told herself she was just curious and that if anything were to happen, it would remove all desire. Lately though, she'd been giving in to the urge to watch him.
He made her weak.
And he wasn't even aware of it. He couldn't be. She'd heard him late at night in the room across the hall. She knew how he refused to give up a challenge. Not that she'd be a really great challenge.
Oh no.
All he had to do was ask and she'd fall at his feet, begging for release.
Today, she stood at her bedroom window and watched as he mowed the lawn. Forgetting for the moment the obvious parallel that brought to mind, Charlotte bit her lip as she studied the lines of his naked chest.
God help her, he was shirtless today and the sun was beating down hard on their suburban neighborhood. He was glistening with sweat and she tightened the muscles of her thighs as she watched the moisture dribble down his muscular back. The tanned muscles of his arms bunched and shifted as he moved to one end of the lawn and turned back. Now she could see his face beneath the brim of the baseball cap and knew he had a day old growth of whiskers behind the shadow. His eyes she knew were a sparkling deep blue and his grin was enough to make her come right in her pants.
A moment later she realized she was panting, just watching him out there.
I should not have come home this weekend, she thought and bit back a moan as he whipped his hat off and rubbed his forehead. The motion stretched his muscles, better displaying his six pack of abs.
"Oh god," Charlotte moaned and whirled away from the window before she leapt out.
She flopped on her bed face down and squirmed when the dull ache between her legs wouldn't go away. She sighed and twisted one arm beneath her, sliding her fingers under the waist of her panties and rubbing herself.
Lord, she was soaking wet and every pass of her fingertip over her engorged clit made her twitch. But no matter how long she rubbed herself like this, or how hard she might come in another minute, it wouldn't be enough.
She wanted him. She wanted Nick between her legs, his cock inside of her and his lips on her body.
She'd never quite adapted to the fact that he was her stepfather. Or rather, she'd been in denial for years.
As an adolescent, she'd ignored her urges, unsure what they might have been. Now that she'd been in college for half a year, been out with a few boys and fought off the advances of more than a few, she knew exactly what was going on. Thanksgiving had been a surprise, coming home to find him just as attractive, if not more so now that she was legal. Christmas had been a real trial, with him looking delightfully sexy compared to the cretin who'd tried to force sex on her at the Christmas Ball back at her college. Spring break had been slightly easier since she'd only been home for one night before heading south with friends to party.
She evidently hadn't partied hard enough.
Here it was, two weeks later and she was taking a break from her roommate who was a little shrill at times.
Nick was just as sexy, just as distracting. And her mother was nowhere to be found.
He'd told her she was away on a business trip until the following Tuesday. Charlotte had nodded and smiled weakly, all the while cursing herself silently for her luck.
If she was being completely honest with herself though, she had hoped, dreamt for an opportunity like this.
Only she had no idea what to do with it.
So she kept rubbing herself, breathing heavily into her pillow and begging her body to release at least some of the pressure. She kept at it for so long and so intently that she didn't hear the back door slam shut or the footsteps on the stairs.
"Char?" Nick's familiar voice called out, dangerously close to her bedroom door.
Too late, she realized she'd left it open and she froze where she was; face down, pajama pants down over her ass and her hand beneath the center of her body.
"Char, the lawn's done if you still wanted to sit out and sunba-" he stopped short and Charlotte knew without looking that he'd reached her doorway. "Oh," he said. "Oh wow, I...uh..." He trailed off and Charlotte turned her head ever so slightly to see him standing just outside her room, face flushed from being outside or from seeing her like this, she'd never know.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, lifting his hat off to reveal damp, dark hair as he scratched his forehead. "I'll just...I'll go."
No.
"No!" Charlotte called and rolled off the bed, stifling a moan at the sharp movement of her finger from between her legs. "Don't go."
Nick stopped as he turned and didn't go any further. He didn't look back at her though.
"I..." She started to speak as she crossed the room to stand beside him. "Nick, I..." She didn't know what she was trying to say. Her mouth was dry, her heart was pounding and she was still horny as hell.
"I shouldn't have seen that," Nick said then, when she couldn't seem to form a full sentence.
"Probably not," Charlotte agreed with a light laugh.
She saw the curve of a smile from this angle and couldn't help the hopeful twinge in her belly at the sight.
"I have to shower," he said then and glanced at her for the briefest of moments before walking the rest of the way down the hall to the bathroom.
I'd like to join you, the words echoed in Charlotte's head but she couldn't make her mouth work to get them out of her.
Instead, she watched him disappear behind the bathroom door and listened for a long time as the water ran on the other side.
Breathing out a noisy sigh, she turned back into her room and, leaving the door wide open, she crawled onto her bed to resume pleasuring herself. She pulled her shirt off over her head and tossed it to the floor. Then she wriggled out of her pajama pants and tossed them beside the shirt. Then she lay on her back, legs spread wide and slid her fingers inside her soaking hole.
She moaned at the feeling and rubbed hard for a few seconds, drawing forth more juice from inside her pussy. Then she circled her clit a few times with her middle finger. She pictured Nick going down on her, sucking her clit into his mouth and making her come all over his chin. Her breathing began to increase in pace and she lowered her other hand to fuck her aching hole as she pinched and rubbed at her clit.
God, give me relief, she thought to herself, biting down on her lip and lifting her hips up off the bed.
She imagined Nick over her, looking down into her face and telling her that he was going to give it to her good. Make her forget about ever fucking another man. His cock was hot on her thigh and she was begging, absolutely pleading for him to slide it into her. She added another finger to the hand that was driving in and out of her pussy and groaned loudly. Then she dragged a nail lightly over her clit with her other hand and barely kept from crying out as her orgasm took hold.
She bucked against her hand a few times, moaning in between gasping breaths and then she rolled to her side, pressing her hot cheek to the cool pillow.
Her vision cleared and she saw a familiar shape in her bedroom doorway.
