Change Of Plans Pt 03

Part 3

The next week was the most exhilarating and stressful time of my life. Unfortunately, Mum and Dad decided to hole up at home every day, so the only time Charley and I could continue our secret affair was late at night, after they'd gone to sleep. Three times, we'd quietly gone at it under the covers, hands over each other's mouths and wincing every time the bed creaked or our bare skin slapped together.

That was why I'd been eagerly anticipating today. It was Saturday, and Mum and Dad had told us they were off to a doctor's appointment for something or other. I had kind of stopped listening as soon as I'd got the news that they'd be out of the house.

I did feel a little guilty about dismissing it though, so in the morning I headed down to see them off before they left. I caught them as they were just about to leave, putting on their shoes.

"So, you guys never told me what this appointment is for. It's nothing serious, right?"

"It's fine," my dad said curtly. "Just a consultation."

My stepmum smiled and leaned over to me.

"He's going to get a vasectomy,"

she stage whispered.

Dad shot her a look, and I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "Ugh, come on Mum. He was right, I didn't need to know that."

"My mistake," Mum laughed. "Should have known the men in this household weren't mature enough to talk about something like this."

"Sure, sure," I replied. "But in all seriousness, aren't you guys a bit past the age where this kind of thing is necessary?"

Now it was my stepmum's turn to shoot

me

a look. "Hey! We're both still young, we're just in our forties! And believe me, you and Charley have been enough of a bother, we don't need to risk getting pregnant with a third."

I froze, though not really because of what she'd actually been talking about. But there were two words in there that sent a shock through my body.

Pregnant

and

Charley.

Suddenly, all the times I had cum inside her flashed in my mind -- slowly pulling out of her snatch, watching as my seed dripped out, running down her legs. Possibly the hottest thing a guy can ever see. And now, I was realizing, the most irresponsible.

Shit.

How had I never considered this? I'd just been so caught up in the consequences of what would happen if people found out that I hadn't even thought about the possibility of this happening.

Charley pregnant. Oh, fuck.

That would not be good. Not good at all. It would be pretty fucking hard to hide the fact that Charley was sleeping with someone if she literally had a baby bump. And that's not even thinking about the actual

baby.

I

seriously

doubted that it would fit into Charley's plan.

I must have been silent for a little too long, because my Dad noticed. "What's wrong?" He suddenly frowned. "I very much hope you're being smart about your

own

private life. You must always use protection. You're far too young to be in a situation like that, you have your studies!"

"Oh, yep," I squeaked. "Protection, of course I do. Nothing to worry about." I slowly backed up towards the stairs. "Um... hope everything goes well with your... testicles, or tubes or whatever they do!"

Hoping they'd just brush off how weird I was being, I turned and scampered up the stairs to Charley's room, breathing heavily. Once I heard the front door close, I relaxed.

Okay, Luke, calm down. You just need to talk to her like an adult. It's only been two weeks since the first time, it's definitely fine.

I opened the door to find her at her desk, working at her laptop. When she heard me come in, she quickly glanced up but carried on working. "Hey. Was that Mum and Dad leaving?"

"Oh... yeah." I had no idea how to bring up what I was worried about.

She smirked, still focused on the screen. "They tell you about the vasectomy? Crazy, right?"

"Uh-huh." I took a deep breath. "Actually... I wanted to talk to you about that."

She made a face. "Ew. You want to talk about how Dad's getting his tubes tied?"

"No, I... want to talk about you. And me."

"

You

want to get your tubes tied?" she giggled.

I sighed, exasperated. "No Charley, for god's sake." I decided to just spit it out. "I mean... we've never used a condom or anything. Is there a chance we... might end up with you pregnant?"

"What? Of course not," she scoffed. "I'm on the pill, and I can take a test every once in a while to be safe. We're good."

I suddenly felt like a complete idiot. This was Charley we're talking about -- she was never going to be dumb enough to overlook something of this magnitude. I flopped down on her bed. "Ok.

Phew.

Not gonna lie, I was kind of shitting myself for a moment."

My relief must have seemed a bit over the top, because she burst out laughing. "Jesus, Luke. Do you not normally think about this? Do I just have a bunch of step nieces and nephews running around out there somewhere?"

Highly unlikely, given that she was the only person I had ever slept with. "Yeah... don't think we have to worry about that."

She must have caught something in my voice, because she finally stopped writing and turned to face me, with a slight look of concern. "Wait. Are you a virgin?"

I frowned. "Did you hit your head?"

She rolled her eyes. "

Were

a virgin. I mean before me."

There didn't really seem to be any reason to hide it anymore, given everything that we'd done now. I shrugged. "Yes, I was."

"Oh my god," she groaned, resting her head in her hands. "I deflowered my little brother."

I snickered. "Yeah. You're despicable."

"I... I don't understand," she said. "You're at university. You're cute, you're fun to hang out with... how did it never happen?"

"Well, I got close a few times," I replied. "One time I was with a girl and just as we were about to, she told me she had a boyfriend. Another time, I was super drunk and couldn't... get it up. It just never ended up happening."

She paused, thinking about what I'd said. "Then how are you so... good at it?" She eyed me suspiciously.

I'm not gonna lie, hearing that felt pretty amazing. "I am?"

She gave me a look. "Funnily enough, I'm not sleeping with you because of how hot I find guys who are addicted to Fortnite."

I was riding such a massive high after her previous comment that I didn't even bother to correct her about what games I play. "Maybe you just bring out the best in me."

She snorted and turned her attention back to her laptop. "Nice."

But I didn't feel like leaving just yet.

I slowly walked over, and gently rubbed both my hands over her shoulders, making her jump a little. Her eyes never left her laptop, but she breathed out hard as I ran my hands down to her waist. "Luke... I'm busy."

"Seriously? Mum and Dad are finally both out the house. Besides, it feels like such a shame to leave it like this. You know, since I'm

so

good at it."

"Ten seconds later and I already regret saying that."

"No takebacks."

"Ugh." She slammed her laptop shut. "If I'm late sorting out my renter's insurance, it's on you."

"That's a risk I'm willing to take," I replied cheekily.

"Jerk." She got up and shoved me back onto the bed, before quickly unbuttoning her shirt and climbing onto my lap. Taking my face with both hands, she leaned down and kissed me hard, plunging her tongue into mouth.

After a few moments, I reached around to her back and unhooking her bra, before breaking the kiss and burying my face in her perky tits. I latched onto the right side, twirling my tongue around and sucking on her rigid nipple.

Charley gasped. "Agh... you fucking perv." She reached down and began to pull my shirt off of me, and I pulled back from her boob with a groan of annoyance as I let her take it all the way off.

Now both of us were half-naked, I picked her up and dropped her on her back, quickly pulling down my trousers to allow my erection to burst free, while she scrambled out of her jeans and panties. Once we were both in our birthday suits, I clambered on top of her and kissed her again, while bringing my hand down to plunge two fingers into her already moist pussy.

She moaned into my mouth as I fingered her, feeling the ridges of her cunt get slicker and slicker. Our tongues dancing together, I traced my fingers up and began to give her clit some love, caressing it and coating it with her own pussy juice. Maneuvering over, I let my rock-hard cock rest above her nether region, lining it up and sliding up and down her twat as we continued to make out.

After a minute or two, Charley gently grabbed the back of my head and pulled me off of her, and I saw that she was pretty much on the brink already, red-faced and eyes half-closed. "Fuck, you got me... ah, just

fuck

me already!"

I smirked, pleased with the effect my foreplay had had on her. I pushed myself up and walked back on my knees until I was looking down on her laying on the bed, and lined my dick up with her now well lubed pussy.

I sighed as I slowly pushed into her, savoring the now familiar feeling of my wood sinking all the way into her tight pussy, and slowly began to build up a rhythm. With Charley already as turned on as she was, after only a minute or two she gasped and clamped down on my cock as her orgasm tore through her.

But I wasn't about to give her a break -- I continued pounding away. I stared down between her legs, watching my cock, coated with juices, sawing in and out of my stepsister's sopping wet snatch. She was sweating hard now, and the moisture made her skin glisten, somehow making her look even more sexy.

Her breasts shook and jiggled with every thrust, hypnotizing me like a clock. Acting on instinct, I leaned down and took one into my mouth again, sucking on one nipple and nibbling on it gently, before kissing around her cleavage and moving onto the other side.

My cheeks went concave as I sucked her areola hard, pushing my tongue against the underside before swirling it around her hard nub.

"Fuck... you like my boobs today... huh?" Charley moaned.

I pulled back from her breasts with a wet pop and grinned. "They're perfect. And... oh, fuck... all that baby talk, you know..."

Out of nowhere, there was a gleam in her eye. "Oh yeah? You know... I don't have any...

shit

... any Plan B left."

I stared down at her. "Ugh... what?"

"If you... cum inside me... I'll get pregnant."

In the back of my head, I knew she was just saying shit to get me riled up. This was

Charley

, she wasn't going to risk something like that. But the words still had the intended effect. I grabbed both her legs and placed her ankles over my shoulders, allowing me to lean forward and drive even deeper inside of her.

"Oh... fuck," she groaned. "You like that? You gonna... ugh... put your baby in me?"

All I could do in response was whimper, her dirty talk sending all the blood rushing down from brain to my cock, as I felt it grow even larger inside her pussy. Charley reached down and began rubbing her clit in earnest, as I continued to hammer away at her snatch.

Out of nowhere, on a particularly hard thrust, Charley suddenly cried out loudly. "Shit!"

I almost instinctively reached down to cover her mouth, before I remembered.

We're all alone. No need to hold back anymore.

I picked up the pace, fucking her so hard that her bed was rocking from our movements, her headboard colliding off of the wall as my hips collided off the back of her thighs.

Reaching down, I took one of her tits in each hand, fondling them as I plowed into her slick, tight pussy.

Charley squealed beneath me, her face as flushed as I'd ever seen it. "You fucking...

ugh

... you want to, don't you?" she panted. "I can... feel it."

All sense of reasoning had left my body by that point. "Fuck. Yes," I grunted in response.

She tried to smirk, but it quickly devolved into a gasp of pleasure. "

Ooh

... fuck me. Knock me up!"

Charley lifted her legs up and crossed them behind my back, like she was preventing me from escaping. Every time I bottomed out, I could feel her warm pussy juice flowing down and coating my thighs and balls. The whole thing was overwhelming, and I could feel my orgasm rearing its head.

"Charley... oh,

fuck

. I'm gonna cum... inside you."

"Do it," she howled. "Fill me... with your seed!"

With that she cried out in pleasure, coming for the second time, and began writhing beneath me as I erupted inside her. My body acting on instinct, I pushed my twitching cock as deep inside her as it could go, doing my absolute best to squirt as much of my potent seed directly into her fertile young womb as possible.

It seemed like it lasted hours, sending thick streams of my cum deep within the mess I'd made of her pussy, but after a weak final spurt I groaned, fully spent.

I rolled off of her and closed my eyes as I rested my head against the pillow. "Holy shit... what the hell was that?" I breathed.

Beside me, I could hear Charley giggle. "I don't know, all that pregnancy and vasectomy talk earlier gave me an idea. And I didn't see you slowing down, you perv."

"Yeah... I guess not." Honestly, she was right. The dirty talk had definitely gotten to me -- that was probably the hardest I'd come since our first time. But I just had to make sure of one thing. "Just to be clear... it was all talk, right?"

She rolled her eyes. "Come on, Luke. Obviously."

"Well, you can never be too careful. And you can be a little unhinged sometimes."

She snorted. "Of course, because I can't

wait

to have your nocturnal, videogame-addicted babies."

"Hilarious," I grumbled as I got up and put my clothes back on. Charley sat up but stayed under the covers, reaching over to grab her laptop and carry on with whatever she was working on.

I was one foot out the door when Charley spoke up behind me. "Hey."

"Yeah?"

She paused. "Aren't you gonna tell me that I'm good at it too?" She was still typing away, in an obvious attempt to pretend like she didn't care about my answer.

I grinned. "Eh. I've had better."

The pillow came flying at my head in a flash, but I managed to catch it before it did any damage. Back in bed, Charley sat with her arms crossed, staring defiantly at the wall, but I could tell she was trying not to smile.

I wasn't as strong as her and couldn't help myself from cracking up as I gently threw the pillow back at her and walked out. "See you later."

*****

It carried on like that for a while -- sneaking around, capitalizing on the rare occasions that Charley staying at home coincided with Mum and Dad going out.

But the days and weeks flew by, and finally, August was here. And with it, the beginning of Charley's lease at her new place.

Naturally, I'd been conscripted into the moving effort without any say in the matter, but I couldn't say I was really mad about it. I was kind of getting second-hand excitement from Charley, and it would honestly be pretty cool seeing her apartment in person, after being shown extensive pictures online.

Now, I'd been happy to hear about Charley moving out ever since she'd told me, the day she got back at the end of June. But obviously, it had been for an entirely different reason: back then, I couldn't wait to get away from her. Now... I was really,

really

looking forward to the idea of having somewhere we could hang out in private. And honestly, not even just for sex stuff.

On the day, Mum, Dad, Charley and I drove over with a few items of furniture Mum and Dad had sitting around in the house unused. Once we dropped it off, we were off again -- Charley had bought a bunch of other stuff on Facebook marketplace, and we spent a good few hours driving around London, picking it all up.

It was already late afternoon by the time we finally had everything, and there was still a lot to do. Charley, meticulous as ever, had all three of us slaving away -- making sure every couch, bookshelf, table and wardrobe was lined up to the millimeter.

It was even getting to the point that

Dad

of all people was starting to get tired of it. "Charley, it is quite literally an

inch

off your mark. I promise you it won't make a difference."

"I understand what you're saying, but you're not thinking big picture," she replied. "If that desk is an inch off, then this shelf is an inch off, and then the whole room is just out of whack."

"Oh sure, the

room

is what's out of whack," I muttered under my breath. Next to me, my stepmum snorted.

"Hey!" Charley glared at us. "What are you two conspiring about over there?"

"Sorry, dear," Mum chuckled. "It's just that you

are

being a bit neurotic about all of this."

"Oh, so you're all against me," Charley pouted. "I'm

sorry

that I'm not comfortable living somewhere ruled by disorder and chaos. You better believe I'm not stepping foot in your house again. A bunch of tasteless fools, all of you."

As much as it was over the top, Charley's authoritarian methods at least meant that we got the job done fairly quickly. Around seven or eight we were all getting hungry from a hard day of labor, and there was obviously had no food in the fridge yet, so we ordered pizza and sat around watching

Countdown

re-runs.

I was actually surprised to find that I'd had a pretty good time today. Other than mealtimes, we hadn't really spent any time together as a family in years, and despite the deep-rooted urges I often got to just escape their overbearing lectures and shut myself in my room a lot of the time, I realized I had actually really missed this sort of thing.

Finally, after a heated debate between Charley and my dad as to who had been the one to shout out the correct answer to the last question first, Mum and Dad decided it was time to head off.

"Thanks for all your help, guys," Charley said. "You sure you can't stay longer?"

"When you get to our age, you need your sleep," Dad replied. "We're not as young as you two anymore."

"I dunno," I said. "Charley's getting up there for sure."

Charley punched me on the arm, and both Mum and Dad rolled their eyes and went to put their shoes and coast on. As I went to follow them, Charley spoke up from behind me. "Oh, Luke... you can stay for a bit, right?"

I smirked. It was pretty obvious what she had in mind. "Um, okay."

"Don't let your sister pressure you if you don't want to, Luke," Mum interjected. "She's already had her fair share of bossing everyone around today."

Charley made a face at her, and I laughed. "I appreciate the concern. But it's fine, I want to."

Mum beamed. "Alright, then. But be home at a reasonable time."

After Charley and I said goodbye and watched our parents leave, Charley turned to me and smiled. "So... wanna play Mario Kart?"

I blinked at her. "What?"

"I got a secondhand Switch -- figured I'd give you an incentive to come over from time to time." She made a show of noticing my look of confusion, and smirked. "Oh... this is awkward. You thought we were gonna have sex, didn't you?"

"Uh, I... no," I stammered.

She stroked an imaginary beard, like she was deliberating something. "You know what? If you beat me, I'll consider it."

Okay, just Charley being Charley.

"Oh, you're on," I scoffed.

We booted up the game on her TV, and I fidgeted around on the couch in anticipation. I was pretty confident in my skills and was very much ready to completely annihilate her. But as the first race started, it quickly became clear that it wasn't going to be so easy. For someone who was so ready to shit on how much I played videogames, Charley was kind of a try hard. I guess it wasn't really news that she didn't like to lose.

After she finished the second lap one spot ahead of me in first place, I knew it was time to lock in. Drifting around the corner, I boosted into a clutch item box and secured the red shell, hitting her with it just moments before she passed the finish line.