Most of my stories are written for my wife's reading pleasure. She sometimes is the character and others she is not. Most are written from an aspect that places her there or gives her the most realism that I can possibly give. I hope you enjoy.
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Charity Ross was nothing if not efficient. She always seemed to find a way to balance her busy schedule around not only her own family, but also that of her two brothers. Even today as she should be enjoying her Friday evening with her husband, she found herself playing a motherly role in her younger brothers' life.
Robert is a couple of years younger than her, far less mature or worldly and going through a nasty divorce.
His world was upside down and Charity felt it was her responsibility to be there for him. She'd spent countless hours over the last year listening and consoling him. She knew the day he married, it wouldn't last, but he was so in love, he wouldn't listen.
So, here she was, spending the night at his place so he wouldn't feel so alone.
At least she was able to talk him into a glass of wine and a hot shower while she cooked dinner. After his shower they enjoyed the meal and he retired to the couch, while she cleaned up. Now she needed to wash the long day away and headed for a bath.
Charity admired herself in the full-length mirror. She'd taken very good care of her body and looked very nice for a woman nearing forty. She was blessed with beautiful, soft, olive colored skin and large natural breast. Her dark auburn hair flowed down her back and her face was that of a woman half her age.
She took pride in the little things to keep her body looking the way her husband liked. The white bikini lines that contrasted against her dark skin and the full thick bush were two of his favorites. Her dark nipples stood out from her white breast like Hershey kisses.
She suddenly yearned to be home in the arms of her man, but for now, a tub of hot water and a glass of wine would have to do.
Charity realized she must have fallen asleep. The water was no longer hot and Robert was knocking at the door asking if she was OK. She gathered herself, dried off and put a cozy robe on to cover her chilled body. Coming over on short notice meant having no change of clothes, but maybe she could get a tee from Robert before going to bed.
From the kitchen she grabbed another bottle of wine and went to the living room to sit with Robert.
What she found broke her heart. Robert was sitting on one end of the couch and he appeared to be crying. Charity sat very close and took his hand in hers. She hated that he was feeling so much pain.
She remembered when he was a little boy. He would cuddle next to their Mom with his head nestled to her chest or in her lap. She would caress his head until he fell asleep. Charity moved closer and pulled his head to her chest. She held him close for a while and his sobs began to ease. They didn't talk, but both could feel the closeness.
Charity reached for her glass of wine and in doing so, her robe opened slightly; exposing her breast. She hoped Robert hadn't noticed, but the cool air was making her nipples extremely hard. She felt Robert stir and then he was resting his cheek solidly against her naked breast. A strange feeling rushed through Charity. Her mind raced and her heartbeat quickened.
Was he aware of what he was doing? Was this OK? She had been mothering him and maybe this was natural, but she also felt other stirrings in her body. The yearning she'd felt for her husband just before her bath was back and she couldn't escape it in a tub of hot water this time.
Robert snuggled closer. She could hear his breathing becoming heavy.
His left hand was now resting on her thigh and he was gently caressing her. Charity battled with her thoughts. Should she stop this now and risk her brother being embarrassed and maybe even more depressed?
She fought with the idea that he would only snuggle and fall to sleep or would he push things further?
She knew it was wrong, but her body betrayed her thoughts as she felt his tongue slowly swirling around her hard nipple. The sensation shot through her like a bolt of lightening and she jumped. Robert felt this and pressed firmly on her now exposed thigh. The warmth and firmness of his hand relaxed her and she felt calm, but very excited.
Charity decided she would allow Robert to enjoy himself as long as it stayed innocent.
She laughed at herself after thinking it, because she realized that innocence was long past broken and she wanted more.
She reached for the robe's belt as Robert suckled her breast. She pulled gently until it was untied, then opened her it to completely expose her body to her brother.
Her body was on fire.
What were they doing? How could this happen? The only question left was how far they would go.
