Promises From Chelsea
Chelsea Chapter 2
Things begin to get awkward for Sam & Chelsea
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She was getting ready for her shift at the hospital, dancing like a mad man to The Fratellis (her favourite band.) Whenever the song came on; 'Chelsea Dagger', that ass shook, shaked, rattled, and rolled. Every kind of entrancing motion a girl can possibly do with their posterior, and who was I to deny that ass an audience? Perfect pale white round cheeks bouncing all over the place in those white and blue striped knickers.
"Do you really have to go to work?" I pleaded leaning against her doorframe as I took in the majestic sight of my stepsister. "Yes, now quit being a baby and hand me my tunic," she said pointing at the desk chair, I grudgingly obliged and threw Chelsea her nurse's uniform.
"I'll be back at two, I'm only covering Erin's shift while she-- ... Y'know it doesn't matter," she said rubbing my shoulder and giving me a peck on the cheek. "We'll do something later when I get back, okay?" Chelsea walked off into the bathroom giving my chin, a long stroke as she brushed past me.
While another day lazing around the house sounded all too tempting, I did have actual responsibilities. And with everyone else out today, I should probably be going out to look for a new job, something to get me out into the big bad world. Not something I want to do, I mean, I'm more than happy enough than to hide out in my bedroom like some crazy old hermit, wasting my days away on porn, video games and Doritos. But that's probably not what I should be doing. No matter how tempting.
No instead, I have to go out and partake in that scary big shit-storm of a planet. I have to be a contributing member of society, or so my dad keeps saying, I don't really pay too much attention to him. He can be a real dick sometimes, but for so long as he is here in town I have to play his game. Besides, in two weeks he'll be gone again for at least a month or so. And I. I will be the man of the house.
I'm not gonna bore you with the details but yeah I went out searching high and low and found a few things of interest. It'll be a few days before I get the interview if any are indeed offered. As I got back home, standing in front of the door scrambling for my keys, the sky opened up and the rain started pouring. I noticed Natalie, my step-mum, she had just pulled up in the driveway. I managed to get into the house and left the door open for her.
"Woah, thanks, Sam. Hell of a shower, been wondering when the heatwave was finally gonna be broken up with some rain," she said throwing her leather jacket atop the kitchen door. "So... you been out today? I know your dad is hammering at you to find some work. And hey, the sooner you get a job the sooner you'll be able to afford to take all the girlies out."
"Stop it," I said blushing. "Hey come on, you're a good looking lad you must have to fight those girls off with a stick," she said laughing, I just shrugged at her as I sat down at the dining room table. Natalie got a brush out her handbag and started combing her hair, then looked at me.
"And excuse me for saying Sam, but if you weren't my step-son and I was a little younger I'd be clawing my way through a mob to be with you," She winked.
"OKAY!" I shouted, "And on that note, I'm going upstairs," Natalie laughed as I rushed past her.
As I walked into my room and closed the door behind me, I still had the image of Natalie in my head. Soaked to the bone, combing her hair and winking at me. Jesus, this is not only bad but really, really, really bad. And no, I'm not being a drama queen, for the first few months of living here before the wedding I was not only putting up with a new Step-sister who I had the uncontrollable urge to pounce on. But a step-mom as well, who in all honesty is a top-contending Milf. I do not need this in my life, I just don't, okay?
I'm in enough trouble as it is with having 'relations' with my relations. Chelsea started it true, and she probably doesn't even think of me as a brother, but I do. She is my step-sister and the moment she started forcibly raping me in my sleep was a day neither of us could turn back from.
The day we started being personally intimate on a one-on-one consensual way was the day I knew that I'd one day regret it. It's not the fact I'm banging an incredibly hot redhead, no that part is great. It's the other part you see.
The part of me that screams she's your sister every time her mouth is wrapped around my cock. That's the part of me that can't live with myself, and if anyone found out I'd never be able to show my face to my dad, my real mum, or anyone else I know.
I just hope to whatever gods may be above or below me that nothing else... unsavoury happens in this house. The only real comfort is that Natalie doesn't know about Chelsea and me. I'd quite happily bet my life that I'd be running for the hills if she did know, and to be fair, she seems to be concerned enough to think about me getting a real girlfriend.
A real girlfriend. Wow, even thinking of those words sounds weird to me now. And I think it would certainly have an impact on Chelsea if her mum brought it up at dinner, but, truth be told we could probably both stand to see someone else. Couldn't we?
Chelsea would not be happy with that idea, she actually thinks of me as her boyfriend. I don't know whether to feel grateful or horrified at that fact. Maybe we could stay together, granted we'd have to live in secrecy for the rest of our lives but screw the details. Or we could have her mum killed.
Don't worry I'm only kidding, Chelsea would probably manage to kill my dad before I'd even agree to it anyway. I should just try and forget Natalie, Chelsea, and any present tense moments of law vs blood arguments raging in my head.
