Change of Plans

Sorry for the long wait on this one. It was a really busy month, and anyway I wanted to make sure I took my time on this part. It's the longest and most plot heavy yet, and the start of the real drama of the story -- as you could probably guess from the ending to part 3, shit is about to go down.

Thank you so much for all of the positive feedback to the first 3 parts. This is the first piece of writing, erotic or otherwise, that I've ever shown to people who aren't either one of my teachers in the past or friends and family, so it means a lot.

As always, hope you enjoy!

(Fyi, I'm combining the last two parts, so there will only be six total, not seven as I originally planned)

Part 4

Needless to say, it was a confusing week for me. That day felt like it had just turned our whole situation on its head -- all of Max's comments about my mystery girl and how I was acting, the way Charley and I had ended up during movie night, and of course -- that kiss the morning after.

Fuck, I just couldn't stop thinking about it.

I knew that this was all probably a bit pathetic of me, obsessing over a kiss like I was twelve years old. But this wasn't just some girl I liked in my year 2 geography class.

This was

Charley

. The smartest, hottest, kindest person I'd ever met. The most incredible person I knew. The girl I'd been infatuated with for well over half my life.

And of course, also my stepsister. A fact which was still complicating things, to put it mildly.

But despite that little detail, I felt really, really good. Now, like I mentioned before, I had been in a somewhat permanent good mood since Charley and I had agreed to start sleeping together. But what I was feeling after that day was something else entirely. It was like this constant, fluttering ache in my chest -- which I guess sounds bad, but was weirdly the most amazing thing in the world.

Except I wasn't so sure it was a good thing at all.

It's probably difficult to see how that could be a problem. I was racking my brain trying to figure it out myself -- until I realized it wasn't actually a problem in and of itself. The problem was that there was something else I was feeling alongside it, and it was jumbling up all my emotions.

The thing is, it wasn't guilt. That was what was strange -- guilt I was familiar with, could handle. I'd felt guilty about liking Charley almost since the day we met, and I understood why. We were family, and you shouldn't be sexually attracted to your family. It was an open and shut case.

But I couldn't wrap my head around this new feeling, figure out what it was. And I definitely didn't understand what it came with -- something that almost felt like ...

fear

.

Or maybe I did know what it was, and why I would be afraid. But I just didn't want to admit it to myself.

Anyway, my mind was racing so much over the next few days that it was pretty difficult to get anything done. It was another stay-at-home period for me, playing PlayStation mindlessly, and counting down the days until Friday when I promised I'd go over to Charley's. I was simultaneously ecstatic and terrified about what would happen.

By Thursday, there was literally nothing else on my mind except my stepsister. At least, there wasn't until that evening, when my phone buzzed with a text message.

It was from my mum. My

biological

mum.

Hey, I'm back in town! Would love to meet up for lunch or coffee if you're not too busy.

As I stared at the message, I felt a strange mix of emotions. Ever since she and my dad had divorced, she'd essentially been out of the picture. Working as an archaeologist, she had always been a bit aloof, mind always focused on excavation sites, not her family. And as soon as the papers were signed, and it was agreed that I would be living with Dad, she had fucked off to Egypt or Peru or wherever it was, pretty much for good.

I made a big deal previously about how little Charley and I had kept in contact while she was at Stanford, but my mum and I were on a whole different level. Since I was six, I'd seen her a grand total of five times, spread out across fourteen years. No calls, messages, birthday cards -- nothing. Just five texts from her, alerting me she was in London and available to meet.

Luckily, I had gotten over it a long time ago. Pretty much the moment I was introduced to Miss Kim and her daughter, and was told they were going to part of the family. So, whenever I did end up seeing my mum again, it wasn't like it was a bitter reunion. I had no resentment or anything. We'd exchange pleasantries, catch up on the last few years, and then go our separate ways.

That being said, I decided to let the message sit for a while. Didn't want to make it seem like I was desperate to see her again or anything.

*****

Despite the minor distraction of my mum being back, the nervous excitement was still in full flow as I climbed the stairs to Charley's apartment on Friday.

The door was already open as I turned the corner, and Charley stood there, leaning against the door frame. She was wearing a pink apron over her t-shirt, dirtied with flour and what appeared to be some sort of cake or brownie batter.

"You're early," she remarked with a smirk, as I walked up towards her. And then she stood on her tiptoes to peck me on the lips.

I blinked back at her after she leaned away.

Looks like the kiss that morning wasn't a one-off.

"Oh. Sorry."

"Sorry? I wasn't complaining" she chuckled. "You're so cute. I'm making brownies, wanna help?"

She sauntered off back towards her kitchen, and with the kiss and the compliment rattling around in my head I ended up following her on her heels like a puppy. "Yeah, sure."

"I have two bowls of mixture, so you just get to work stirring one and I'll do the other." She handed me one of the bowls. "Shouldn't need to do it too long, just till it's smooth. All the ingredients are already in there."

"Yes ma'am." After a minute or two of intense stirring action, we poured the mixture onto a massive tray and put it in the oven.

"Just under half an hour," Charley said as she set a timer on her phone and plopped down in the seat across from me at her dining table. "You get up to much this week?"

"Eh, not really. Had to recharge my social battery after all those hangouts recently."

She raised an eyebrow. "

All those hangouts,

meaning when you helped me move in, and a single pub trip with some uni friends?"

"We can't all be extroverts," I grumbled. "Baby steps."

"Oh sure," she giggled. "Well, I'm really proud of you."

I remembered my mum's text, which I still hadn't replied to. "There is one other potential outing in the cards. My mum is back in London. She texted me, asking if I wanted to meet up."

Charley immediately became serious. "Oh, shit. That's something. When was the last time you guys...?"

"A while back. It was during your first year at Stanford."

She whistled. "Over three years ago? Damn."

"Yep."

"Are you gonna go?" she asked.

I shrugged. "Yeah, why not? It's not like I hate her or anything. And it's free food."

"Fair enough." She hesitated. "We've never really talked about her, you and me."

"What's there to talk about?"

"It must be weird, knowing you have a parent out there but not really having much of a relationship with them," she said. "I know it would fuck with me if ... well, you know."

If her dad was still alive.

"I guess," I replied. "I was pretty mad at both of them when they split up. But as soon as you and your mum came into the picture, it was never like I was left wanting for a family."

"

Our

mum," Charley corrected.

"Right," I smiled. Her comment made me feel strangely warm inside.

"Well, I'm glad you feel that way," she continued. "I know it was always the same for me, with you and Dad." She paused. "And ... I hope you know you can always talk to me about this stuff, if you want."

"Oh okay," I grinned. "You're in the therapy business now?"

She smirked back. "I'm in the amazing big sister business."

"No need to remind me," I laughed. "I remember your 'big sister' hospitality

very

well from the last time I was here."

"There's really no need to bring that up," she groaned, blushing slightly.

We sat there talking and laughing for a while, but before we knew it, Charley's phone was ringing as the timer went off. She rushed over to pull the tray out of the oven and cut us both a slice each.

I followed her over to the kitchen counter to try it, and as soon as I took the first bite, I was immediately blown away by rich, chocolatey flavor and gooey texture, with a hint of salt and something else I couldn't put my finger on. "Holy shit. These are amazing."

"I know right?" Charley replied with a smile. "It's a secret Kim recipe."

I raised an eyebrow. "Gatekeeping it, huh?"

"There's a lot I'll share with you, but some things you have to keep to yourself." She paused. "Though speaking of sharing, we should do a movie night again soon. Last Wednesday was really nice."

Oh sure, it was the movie that was nice.

I still wasn't sure how I felt about the fact that we hadn't addressed how different that night had made things. But what I

was

sure about was that I definitely wasn't brave enough to be the one to bring it up, with the risk of making things weird.

"As long as it's not

When Harry Met Sally

again, I'm down," I said.

"Fine, we can go for something more your speed," she snorted. "

Detective Pikachu?

Or the

Minecraft

movie isn't streaming yet, but maybe we could pirate it."

I rolled my eyes. "Do you really think that little of me?"

"Oh, Luke," Charley laughed softly, and reached over to brush a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. "You know I think the world of you."

When she leaned over to kiss me, my suspicions were immediately confirmed.

It's never going to be the same again, is it?

It was slow, and sweet -- a byproduct of the brownies we just ate maybe, but even just the sensation of how softly she kissed me made my insides turn to jelly.

"You taste like chocolate," Charley muttered as she pulled away. She stared deep into my eyes, almost looking a little dazed.

Heart racing, I leaned back in and kissed her again, this time a little harder. Pushing her back slightly against the kitchen counter, she moaned quietly as I began to slip my tongue into her mouth. Slowly but surely, it began to get more intense -- not hot and frantic as it had often been in the past, but purely passionate. I just wanted to be as close to her as physically possible, and I continued the kiss hungrily as Charley breathed out hard through her nose.

Finally, we both came up for air and she leaned forwards to rest her head on my shoulder, breathing heavily.

I took a second to savor the feeling of closeness as we stood there holding each other in the kitchen, but I knew we both wanted to go further. "Bedroom?" I asked.

"Bedroom," she agreed quietly. Shooting me a sultry smile, she gently pushed me off and ripped off her apron, taking my hand. She led the way as we hurried over to the bedroom, and she giggled as I stumbled after her.

Unfortunately, as we made our way inside my clumsiness got the better of me. I tripped on the edge of a cabinet by the door of her room, and with Charley still holding my hand tightly she fell with me onto the bed, ending up with me on top of her. She clearly must have landed on something, because she yelped in pain and winced.

"Shit!" I exclaimed. "Sorry."

"I'm fine, it's just a hairbrush," she laughed, maneuvering to reach underneath herself and grab it. "But you might have ruined the atmosphere."

I was about to pick myself up off her and apologize, when the sunlight shifted underneath the curtains and illuminated her face. And seeing it, I quite literally froze in place.

She was genuinely a fucking vision. Stunning to the extent that it was really quite unfair. The golden light gleamed across her pale, unblemished skin, casting tiny shadows across her face that seemed to illuminate just how perfect every single feature was. She'd let her blonde hair grow a little since the beginning of the Summer, stretching a couple inches past her shoulders, but here on the bed it streamed out across her white sheets in an almost perfect circle like she was producing her own rays of sunlight.

Charley indulged me for a few seconds, then rolled her eyes after sensing that I was just going to carry on staring at her if she didn't interrupt me. "What now?"

I felt like I could just stare at her for hours. "You're so beautiful," I replied softly.

All of a sudden her smile disappeared, and for a moment my heart dropped, worried I'd messed up somehow. But then she reached up to cup my cheek, and after gazing up at me for a second she pulled me down quickly and kissed me deeply.

I slid my hands up Charley's shirt and she groaned into my mouth, opening up the kiss to dart her tongue across my own. I responded in kind and pushed forward myself, finally reaching her breasts and gently fondling them as our tongues danced.

It didn't feel quite as magical and dreamlike as it had been last week -- but that made me strangely happy. That time had been special undoubtedly, but here and now I wanted it to feel

real.

I could feel my cock growing harder in my pants, and Charley must have noticed it too because she began to grind up into me as I continued to play with her tits. Finally, she gently tapped my arm, and I took that as an instruction to get off of her. I reluctantly pulled back, and she looked up at me with a slight smile.

"Clothes off," she whispered.

I smiled back and stood up, quickly stripping down and watching eagerly as Charley did the same. My erection sprung free as soon as I was naked, and I got on my knees to help Charley pull off her jeans and panties.

"Eager, huh?" she giggled softly.

"Of course," I murmured back, though I wasn't looking up at her. I was focused solely on the sight in front of me -- her flawless, trimmed pussy. Slowly walking forward on my knees, I planted kisses along the insides of her thighs, alternating between each side until I got all the way to my prize.

Finally, I quickly licked all the way up her slit in one go, and Charley gasped loudly. "Oh,

fuck.

Luke!"

"Any objections?" I chuckled, teasing her like she had done to me the first time she'd gone down on me.

"You..." she breathed, looking down at me with her eyes half closed. "No, never."

I could feel her eyes on me, watching me with tense anticipation as I leaned in again, this time circling her clit with the tip of my tongue. Moving down to lap at her slick creases, her juices were already beginning to pour into my mouth and run down my chin.

Not bothering to wipe my mouth clean, I instead reached up to get my fingers involved, sliding them into her oozing entrance. Gently, I started probing in and out of her with three slightly curled fingers, nudging her g-spot as I suckled and kissed at her engorged clit up top.

Above me, Charley hissed in pleasure. "You're so good ...

Oh,

you're so fucking good at that."

Spurred on by her praise, I decided to switch things up. I pulled my fingers out of her snatch with a wet pop, watching eagerly as I watched the thin strands of her juices cling onto them desperately. After quickly licking them off, I leaned forward all the way, burying my face between her legs and shoving my tongue deep inside of her soaking entrance.

She groaned loudly as I got to work tongue-fucking her pussy, but I didn't stop there. As I plunged my tongue into her snatch time after time, I reached up to rub her clit with my thumb, making her squeal.

"

Shit

... keep going, I'm close, I'm so fucking close."

I could feel her hips start to writhe as she approached her orgasm, and I prepared to lock in for the final stretch. But regardless, it didn't seem like Charley was about to let me go anywhere -- I don't know if it was a conscious decision or not, but out of nowhere she wrapped both her legs around my back, locking me in place.

Honestly, I barely noticed it though. I was lost in it all -- her pleasure, her moans, her taste.

"Fuck,

fuck

!" she exclaimed. "I'm coming ... Luke!"

True to her word, she pulled me in even closer with her legs in a vice grip as her pussy quivered and released a river of her juices, bathing my tongue and open mouth in her nectar.

I drank it all down greedily until she finally released me with a shuddering breath, and I fell back on the floor, coughing a little.

"Sorry," Charley muttered, blushing hard. "I didn't mean to lock you in there."

"I don't mind. You taste amazing."

She looked down at me doubtfully. "Really?"

"If you don't believe me, you could always try it yourself." Not waiting for her to answer, I reached down between her thighs and slid a finger inside of her soaking wet pussy again, coating it with her juices.

As I stood up and brought my hand back up towards her face, Charley regarded my glistening index finger with a mix of uncertainty and curiosity.

Her eyes flicked back to meet mine. "You're a perv, you know that?" she said softly.

I was just about to dejectedly wipe my finger off, when she opened her mouth slightly and nodded. Heart pounding, I slowly lowered it into her waiting mouth, her lips closing around it gently.

Somehow, in that moment it felt like the hottest and most intimate thing we'd ever done. She gazed up at me the whole time, looking deep into my eyes as she sucked on my finger and swirling her tongue around it. This was supposed to be for her, not for me, but within seconds I could feel myself growing almost painfully hard.

It was apparently doing something for her too, because she suddenly moaned. Feeling the vibrations on the tip of my finger, I withdrew it from her mouth and stared back down at her in anticipation.

"Not bad," Charley whispered. "But I need you inside of me now."

I nodded. "Lie on your stomach."

"Okay," she replied, a glint in her eye.

After doing as I asked, she watched me over her shoulder as I slowly climbed on top of her, leaning on my arms and lining up my rock-hard cock with her sloppy pussy. Charley rocked her hips from side to side as I rubbed the head up and down her slit and gasped loudly as I parted her lips and began to sink inside.

As I bottomed out, she let out a deep groan of satisfaction. "

Holy

... you're so deep like this."

"That's the idea," I muttered.

Holding myself in position for a second, I savored the feeling of her inner walls tightening and twitching around my erection, along with the sensation of her soft, pillowy ass against my hips.

"

Luke,

" Charley whimpered, and as she looked over her shoulder again, I leaned down to kiss her gently. As I probed my tongue into her mouth, I could feel her pussy throb and I began to slide in and out of her.

Pulling back from the kiss, I rested on both my hands and got into the rhythm. I ploughed her from behind slowly and sensually, relishing in the feeling of her body vibrating each time my hips collided with her backside, feeling the two of us become drenched in sweat despite how steady and deliberate the sex was.

"You feel ...

so

fucking amazing," I panted, my eyes almost rolling back in my head as I experienced her tight, slick pussy lips gripping my shaft like it never wanted to let me go.

Charley just groaned in response; her face buried in her sheets. I really was getting deep inside her in this position -- on each thrust, I could feel myself reaching her cervix, and each time my cock bumped up against it she mewled loudly. It truly felt like I couldn't get any close to her than I was in that moment, and the feeling really was blissful.