Charlies Apartment Pt 01

Charlie leaned back in her seat, the hard back was unyielding; quite like her boss was being. She had been working at the restaurant for months now and she was finding it harder and harder to find free time, the money was nice of course, but Charlie was 23 and desperately desired a social and romantic life. She had only requested a weekend off; three weeks in advance, praying her boss would allow her to take both days. Janet tried to suppress a sigh, rubbing her temples with her fingers before looking up at the quiet young woman in front of her.

"It's summer Charlie, you know it's hard to fill weekend shifts." Everything about Janet seemed tight, from how her words seem to have to fight to escape between her thin lips too, undoubtedly, the stick so far up her ass Charlie sometimes wondered if the woman had been born with it.

"I know, that's why I requested the time off so far in advance. You know I don't usually request this kind of time off Janet, please?" She shifted her weight, and letting an exaggerated desperation fall over her features.

"I really don't want to approve this; why are you asking for the whole weekend? Can I just give you Saturday?" Her lips pursed together, thin and dry.

"My family wanted to go camping, it's the first time in years we're all going to be able to spend some quality time together." It was true; Charlie's family wasn't super close. She had been an only child living with her father after her mother passed, when Charlie was 12 her dad met a woman who ended up becoming her step-mom. She had two kids from her previous relationship, the twins, Jason and Jacob who excitedly taught Charlie how to get into all kinds of trouble when they were younger. When the twins turned 18 they parted ways and went to different sides of the country for college, and shortly after Charlie followed suit. A few months back her step-mom had texted her to tell her about the proposed camping trip and after all parties confirmed that they would happily make the time; they started to plan. Janet's eyes softened a degree and she nodded for a moment before responding.

"I'll see what I can do, but if we have a call out, there's nothing I can do, I'll have to call you in." It was clear that that was going to be her final answer so Charlie eagerly nodded.

"Thank you Janet, you're the best." She sighed in relief and clapped her hands together softly. Janet just nodded and motioned for Charlie to leave.

Three weeks passed quickly and before she knew it the camping trip was just around the corner. Truthfully it had been a year or two since she had seen either of her step-brothers. Jason was confident and collected, he always had a comeback ready and an excuse for everything. He was charming though, he was a good brother, had always been there for Charlie. Jacob was quiet and thoughtful, he had always been interested in computers, adoring how the fine parts of the modern machines worked. He helped her with her homework quite often and they would oftentimes share boxes of tissues during particularly emotional movie scenes. Of course the three still stayed in touch, a group chat kept each of them up to date on the major events in their respective lives. It had become apparent that Jacob had particularly exceeded in college; he became a popular student who was always on the Dean's List at the end of each semester. He became outspoken and a staple on his campus. She was proud of her big brother and was honestly excited to see both of them.

buzz buzz... The phone in her pocket went off; notifying her of a new text. A message from Jason simply reading: "call me." She sighed but dialed his number as her feet moved over the sidewalk on her way back to her apartment.

"Hey sport." He greeted her quietly, the joking edge normally in his voice was gone and Charlie instantly snapped to attention.

"Woah, woah, woah, don't sport me, what's wrong?" She was used to Jacob calling like this, he had a few hard breakups his first year of college and she was quick to comfort him; always a trusted shoulder to cry on.

"Amy gave me the ring back." He sighed, his voice catching and sending a small choking noise rattling through the phone. Jason had proposed to his girlfriend shortly before they had started to plan for the upcoming camping trip.

"I'm sorry what?!" Charlie stopped dead in her tracks, a young guy passing her shot her an odd glance before moving on. "What happened, are you ok?" Her heart was breaking for Jason, he had truly thought the world of Amy, worshiped the ground she walked on even. She had helped him pick out the ring when he had finally decided it was time and Charlie and genuinely liked Amy up until this moment. After a moment of silence Jason started his story.

"I found out she was cheating on me... one of my fucking co-workers dude, came home and they were doing it in our god damn bed." She could tell he was crying, he always acted cool and collected but he had a huge heart that didn't deserve to be broken like that.

"Oh my god Jay I'm so sorry! When did this happen?" White hot pangs of anger shot up Charlie's spine as she started moving again, almost to her apartment now.

"Literally an hour ago?" He sniffed, "I just got in the car and started fucking driving dude, I can't even look at her right now. Thats kind of why I called you, I know we were supposed to meet up at mom and dad's tomorrow but I can't get either of them on the phone and I just need to crash somewhere tonight."

"That bitch!" Charlie was livid, "of course you can stay here, ugh I'm so sorry Jason, but please drive safely." She could hear him try to steady his breathing on the other line.

"I know, I was doing alright, thank you sis." He paused, pushing his breath out quickly between pursed lips before inhaling deeply, "I'm alright. I'll be there in an hour or so." They quickly said their goodbyes and Charlie jogged up the stairs to her front door.

The apartment was small, Charlie lived alone, her only company being a small grey cat named Boise. It was cozy, she had piled her camping supplies in the front hall, a neat reminder that she would have a fun weekend. It was already clean, she was a tidy person in general and found it was much easier to relax in an organized space. Her bedroom was one of the bigger rooms in the apartment, a queen sized bed was tucked into the corner piled high with pillows and blankets. A large desk hugged the opposite corner, bordered with bookshelves and littered with notebooks it was where Charlie spent many of her college nights. Next to the bed there was a full length mirror and she found herself standing in front of it now.

She loved the way she looked; the way her strawberry blonde curls lay across her shoulders, the way the speckling of freckles fell across her neck, some trailing down her chest, daring others to wonder if they kept going. She had small boobs, but during a particularly fun weekend early in her college career she had decided to get her nipples pierced. The small barbell pressed against the thin fabric of her bralette and she knew that without her uniform shirt on, they would have been visible all day. The thought excited her and as she pulled her work clothes off she couldn't help but run her fingertips delicately across them now. A small shudder of pleasure shot through her body and she smiled, biting her lip she grabbed at the piercing and gave it a little tug. She watched her reflection intently, her hands slipping slowly down to her pants, unbuttoning the jeans she had been wearing and pulling them off. She stood almost naked now, her skin pale skin accented by the pastel pink bralette and matching lacy thong. She wasn't a narcissistic person, and in reality Charlie was actually quite shy and humble, but she never had a problem with the way she looked. She spun in a slow circle, closing her eyes and imagining she had someone with her; a big strong man who would worship her body, she could almost imagine how it would feel to have large, rough hands sliding over the front of her panties, fingers separating her folds and finding her sensitive clit. The idea sent goosebumps sprawling across her limbs and she shook herself out of her steamy daydreams, reminding herself that she had to get dressed before her brother arrived.

It was a cool evening, summer was starting to slow down and the promise of fall was beginning to bless the air. Charlie pulled her hair back into a ponytail, keeping it out of her face and out of mind. She glanced at the clock again before turning to flick on the tv; Jason would be here any minute. Her steamy daydreams kept playing in her head, she was frustrated knowing that there wouldn't be much time or privacy to do anything about that this weekend. She could always take a shower later tonight and touch herself then. The idea gave her some relief and she forced her body to relax into the couch as the evening news started playing. It wasn't long until she heard a knock on the door and shot up out of her seat.

Charlie threw open the door and paused for a second. True it had been a year or two since she had seen Jason, but she almost didn't recognize the person in front of her. Jason's once long, curly hair had been cut short. Where Charlie remembered him always sporting joggers and graphic tee's, he now wore a properly buttoned flannel tucked into dark denim jeans. It was definitely Jason though, and she threw her arms around his neck pulling him into a tight hug. He took a step back to steady himself, and dropping his bags he returned her hug. They stood there like that for a while, quiet and compassionate, she knew he needed it. He finally broke the silence.

"I've missed you sport, you've changed." He tried to smile as his arms fell away and he bent to retrieve his bags. She motioned for him to come in and place his bags in the small living room.

"I haven't changed too much, still a mess with high ambitions." She punched his arm lightly and he smirked.

"You're taller." There was a pause and Charlie almost couldn't breathe due to the elephant in the room, she was relieved when he finally spoke again, "I don't really want to talk about it. But I do really want to have a drink and try and have a good night." He smiled at her weakly before turning towards the kitchen; "what do ya have?"

"Well I don't have anything at the moment but we can totally go pick up some pizza for dinner and grab some drinks on the way."

The evening went well, the two laughed and drank, catching up on the silly drama that never seemed quite important enough for the group chat. Charlie excitedly showed off Boise's new collar and Jason told her that he thought cats looked silly with collars on. It was at that moment she felt the familiar warm wave as those pesky daydreams from earlier rushed back into her mind, only this time the perfect version of herself she saw in the mirror had a sleek leather collar around her throat, a thick gold ring fastened snugly in the center. She felt her cheeks flush and she cursed at herself as she felt herself become considerably warmer. Praying that Jason just wouldn't notice she turned away and blinked.

"I think I'm going to go get ready for bed, I'm gonna grab a shower real quick." A good, hot, well deserved, much needed, shower she added as an after-thought, she heard Jason get up and come over to her, felt his arms drape over her shoulders and tug her backwards into an awkward hug, he chuckled;

"Alright then, goodnight-" his voice trailed off and Charlie became acutely aware of how close he was, his chest against her back, arms wrapped around her chest, pulling her shirt down just a tad too much for what should really be appropriate. His chin rested against the side of her head and she could feel his breath tickling her face; his breath smelled like his drink and Charlie snapped out of whatever had a grasp on her mind. She slowly pulled away and smiled.

"I'll come say good night when I'm done and bring you out some bedding." She gestured towards the couch and he smiled, teetering back over and falling back against the faded green cushions.

Charlie made her way to the bedroom first; she grabbed her night clothes and a towel from her closet, and paused. She had a drawer in that closet where she kept her special toys, the ones that really made her legs shake with ecstasy. She bit her lip but the daydream kept flashing in her head, only this time- she saw the man with the rough hands who rubbed her sensitive body. Her thighs quivered slightly and she groaned to herself, she knew she had to take care of this or this weekend would end up being miserable. She grabbed a small waterproof bullet from her secret drawer and slipped down the hall into her only bathroom.

The water was warm as it cascaded down her body in rivulets. She smiled as the steam filled the room, the buzz she felt with the alcohol along with the throbbing arousal that had been building all afternoon was truly a kind of intoxication she hadn't felt in quite a while. She shook her head, the images flashing as she leaned back against the cool wall of her shower. The hot water beat down, her brain buzzed and she felt oddly hypnotized in that moment. She knew what she was imaging was wrong; Jason running his hands across her full hips and over her naked mound, she tried to stop. The hot water continued to pound on her and she found her hand slipping down over her wet body and she couldn't hold back any longer.

The bullet was discreet and quiet but she was amazed at how good it felt on her clit and she found that she had to settle down in the tub in order to keep from her knees from collapsing. So she lay there, vibrating bullet pressed to her most sensitive area, her fingers prodding her nipples; she bit her lip in order to keep from moaning but she could do nothing to stop the images of her step brother ravaging her from dancing in her mind and adding to her arousal. She couldn't stop wondering just how big he actually was... she sighed as a wave of pleasure rocked her body; she rationed that he was just her step-brother after all... she tried to stifle a moan and her hips thrust against her hand in response. She heard it; she heard Jason get up from the couch and stumble around. It wasn't unexpected, but it triggered more invasive thoughts; images of him stumbling into the bathroom and finding her this way, would he want her the same way? She was flustered, of course he was her step-brother but it was still wrong... she groaned, because it felt so good. She was flustered as she started thrusting against the vibrating bullet. She didn't hear him stumbling towards the bathroom, she didn't even hear the door knob turn and open. But she did hear her step-brother's voice:

"Oh fuck." He murmured, catching a glimpse of her exposed body through the sheer shower curtain. She was too stunned to say or do anything, frozen, her pussy throbbing under her fingers. "I'm so sorry-" Jason stumbled backwards "I just had to pee." He forced out obviously trying to avert his eyes but finding it hard to conceal the tightness in his pants, clear even to Charlie through the haze of her shock. She knew she should say something, scream, tell him to get out, cover up; but her body refused to let her. Instead, she moaned quietly and bit her lip. "Oh fuck..." he stammered, his hand finding its way to his trousers.

She was beautiful, no one could deny that anyone who had the privilege of sleeping with Charlie was lucky indeed and it hadn't failed to cross Jason's mind when he first saw her this evening. Maybe that's why he didn't even try to call his parents before calling his step-sister, but either way he ended up on her door step.

She had tackled him in a hug of course and as much as he hated to admit it, he had absolutely felt her firm pierced nipples press into his chest, his senses had been flooded with her shampoo, it smelled like strawberries and for a second he was convinced it was his now ex-finance in his arms. She wore a loose cotton crop top over a pair of work out leggings, it was casual but it showed off her curves and body so perfectly Jason found he had a hard time keeping his eyes in respectful places all evening. When he caught her flushing though, after his comment about the collar... he couldn't help but let his mind wander just a little bit more.

She was facing her bedroom, away from him; the alcohol he had been drinking told him to look at her curves, the way her leggings stretched over her firm ass. He stood instinctively and strode over before he even knew what he was doing. Casually he draped his arms around her shoulders and chest and pulled her into a hug; he hadn't meant to pull her shirt down at all, but the soft pink of her areola peaked out from under her shirt and he froze. He knew he should look away but he was absolutely transfixed on how soft her skin was. He tried to shake it off when she told him he'd be sleeping on the couch, 'of course' he thought to himself.

He sat back on the couch, trying to focus on the tv as he finished another drink. He heard the shower turn on, he heard her stumble and try to cover a moan. He tried desperately to drown it out but his cock throbbed and he couldn't help but rub his hand over the tightly stretched denim of his pants. He couldn't help but imaging his sexy step-sister touching herself to the thought of him. He wondered what she liked. He could just hear the quiet buzz of what he assumed to be some kind of vibrator and he swore to god that at one point he heard her moan his name. He choked on his drink, grabbing his pants, absolutely shocked. He stood, off balance, and stumbled blindly to the bathroom. Jason had never actually expect to find her exposed like that.

Even through the sheer shower curtain, Jason could make out the dark lips of his step-sisters gorgeous pussy. His mouth watered and he stumbled back. He expected her to tell him to leave, to freak out, to do anything except for what she did. Charlie looked him right in the eyes, and she moaned.

"Oh fuck..." he lost his breath, this must be a dream. When she had no reaction he stumbled forward, he grasped the shower curtain and pulled it back, getting sprayed with warm water but seeing a sight he had never dared to dream before.

Charlie watched him as he stripped down, clumsily, almost as if he were in a haze, and she understood. Her pussy ached for him and she couldn't help but gasp when Jason finally pulled his trousers down revealing his thick, uncut cock. She watched him as he climbed into the shower with her, kneeling down and taking the vibrating bullet from her grasp. She let him take it and thrust her hips up towards his hands, her eyes danced over his chest and admired how the water ran down, catching in his dark chest hair and contouring down around his abs and eventually dripping onto her glistening slit. She shuddered in anticipation as his face came to meet hers.

"This isn't right" she whispered half heartedly, her hands already intertwining in his hair.

"Just a one time thing then?" He asked breathlessly against her lips, their bodies pressing together, hands exploring one another. She nodded enthusiastically pulling him closer and wrapping her lips around his. He kissed her deeply, his tongue danced across her lips and she parted them for more. She groaned slightly as he pulled back, grinning down at her. She couldn't convince herself to protest as he turned the water off and pulled her out of the tub. Wrapping her in a towel, he carried Charlie into her bedroom; the whole time they never took their eyes off of each other.

The lights were on and an open window let in just enough of a breeze to raise goosebumps across their damp figures. She couldn't help but let a small moan escape her lips as he settled his body between her legs, his weight gently pushing her into the soft mattress. His lips laid tender kisses along the soft skin of her neck and he made her gasp as he gently bit into her shoulder. Charlie couldn't think straight, in fact the only thing she could truly understand at that moment was how badly she needed him inside of her. Words were failing her though and her pleas came across as small breathless noises, expelled with every small kiss down her chest. When his lips moved down and encased her hardened nipple, she thought she would explode right then and there. He expertly flicked his tongue over it, intermittently lapping deeply; when he began tugging on her piercings with his teeth, she dug her nails into his shoulders, biting her lip against screaming out in pleasure.