Steamy Affairs(Erotica)

Then we headed home, blood still dripping from my battered face. As we got to our block I could see dad’s car sitting in the driveway. Just my luck. There was no way I’d be able to get cleaned up and in bed before he saw me and that would mean another beating, or worse, another session at the church with the Elders all trying to beat the evil out of me.

Sure enough, as we came in the door dad was hanging up his jacket in the closet and took one look at me. “What have you gotten yourself into now Greg? Fighting? You can’t stay out of trouble to save you life can you?”

“Daddy” Charlotte said. “Greg was a hero today. He saw some boys trying to force me to have sex with them after school and he stood up to them and stopped them. Then they beat him up for it.”Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Dad, instead of acknowledging that I had done the right thing, turned his nastiness on my perfect sister. “So not only is Greg continuing to act like the devil, now you have taken to enticing young men to the point of making them sexually frustrated enough to attack you. That’s what happens Charlotte when you dress like those loose girls at your school.”

That was all I could take. I grabbed my father and stepped right up face to face with him. “Shut your mouth! Charlotte is perfect. She never does anything wrong and you know it. Don’t you ever talk to her like that again.”

I could see my command sink into his mind. He nodded. “You’re right. Charlotte is perfect. She would never do anything wrong. You, on the other hand, seem to be filled with the devil again. I guess I’ll need to call Pastor James and schedule another session for us.”

I didn’t mean to do what happened next. I had just been pushed too far for one day. Still looking into dad’s eyes, I spit out. “You and Pastor James can go fuck each other. I’m done letting the two of you beat on me.”

Without another word my dad turned, pulled his jacket out of the closet, put it on, walked out of the house and drove off. Charlotte looked at me and I looked at her, wondering what in the world had just happened. Suddenly I was more tired than I had ever been and started to slide to the floor. Somehow my little sister got me upright and helped me upstairs to my room. She helped me wash my face and took off my shirt before getting me into my bed. I fell asleep while she was doctoring my beat-up face.

An hour later I was jarred awake by my sister’s cell phone ringing. “Hey Mom, what’s up?” WHAT?? OMG are you kidding me? Okay, I’ll let him know. No, he’s sleeping. He had a bad day today. No, I don’t think it’s a migraine this time. I’ll tell you later. Yeah okay, see you when you get home.”

Charlotte hung up the phone and stared at me, her eyes wide. “What?” I asked.

“That was mom. She’s headed to the jail. Dad’s been arrested.”

“What?? No way. Dad’s mister conservative Christian deacon. What would he do to be arrested for?”

Charlotte stared at me and swallowed. “Greg, he left here and according to Mom drove over to the church, stormed into Pastor James’ office, grabbed him by the back of the neck and bent him over his desk. Dad then ripped off his pants and fucked him. Then once Dad was done, he begged Pastor James to do him and when the Pastor wouldn’t, Dad apparently forced the pastor to fuck his face. Dad’s in Jail on charges of sexual assault and rape. Pastor James is in the hospital. You did that Greg. You told dad for him and Pastor James to fuck each other. You made Dad fuck the preacher. Just like you made Carl and Rick stop holding you and drag Brock to the locker room. How did you do that?”

“Don’t be silly. I can’t make people do things.”

Charlotte looked at me “Then how else do you explain it? You told dad to do that and now he’s in jail because he did it. I bet if we had followed the guys to the locker room we would have seen them fucking Brock because you told them too. When you stopped them and whispered to Brock, what did you tell him?”

I thought about it and realized Charlotte was right. I had caused those things. If I looked into someone’s eyes and told them to do something, it seemed they just did it. Then, without thinking, the words slipped out of my mouth as Charlotte and I looked at each other. “Fuck me.”

The next thing I knew, Charlotte was stripping off her clothes and climbing up onto my bed, pulling on my belt buckle. Shit, I’d just commanded my little sister to fuck me and here she was doing her best to do just that. As much as I wanted her, I didn’t want her like this. Not because she had to. I reached out and grabbed her face and looked her in the eye. “Charlotte stop.”

She stopped and looked at me. “Oh My God Greg I was going to fuck you. Why’d you stop me?”

“Because you’re my sister and I didn’t mean to tell you to do that. I was just cursing when I realized that you were probably right. When Brock told me he was going to make you his cum addicted slut something inside me snapped and all the pressure building in my head went away and I suddenly felt powerful and energized.”

“What did you tell Brock when they were leading him away?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“Because this is on the schools snapchat.” She showed me a video clip of Brock covered in cum and begging half the football team to fuck him and give him their cum. The whole time he was begging them he was jerking on his dick obviously hard as a rock.

I couldn’t help it. I started to laugh. “I told him that he’d get excited by being fucked by them and that anyone who came would make him addicted to their cum. I figured since he thought the team needed a cum addicted slut that he should fulfill the role himself.”

Charlotte blushed. “You made him take my place or the place he said he was going to put me in?”

“Yes. I told you Charlotte, I love you. I will always take care of you. I’d do anything you ask me to.”

She looked at me. “Then please Greg take my cherry.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I’m asking you to take my virginity right now.”

I shook my head. “Not tonight Charlotte.” I could see her getting upset. “I’m not saying that I won’t pop your cherry. I’m just saying I’m not going to pop it tonight. However, I did tell you that I would do whatever you asked me to do, so why don’t you get in bed and I’ll make out with you for a while and make sure you get some relief from the day you’ve had.”

Charlotte’s whole face lite up with her smile as she grabbed me and hugged me tight before climbing back up in the bed and laying on her back looking at me. I finished getting undressed and climbed back into bed with her. Now, like I said I’m not really impressive physically but I’m also not unimpressive, if you know what I mean. I’m well aware from P. E. that I’m not the biggest dick in the school yard but I’m not tiny either. For some reason one day last year every guy in my class had measured themselves and I stood a solid six and a half inches long with a slight inward bend and about three inches wide. But to my innocent and virginal sister it must have looked like an anaconda because her eyes got wide and she gasped when she got her first look. To say that I wasn’t putting on an impressive display would have been an understatement as seeing her naked had me hard enough to pulverize diamonds.

Charlotte reached out for it and then stopped, looking at me to make sure it was okay. I smiled and nodded. “It’s okay Char, you can touch it if you want.”

She reached out and took it in her hand and wrapped her fingers around it causing me to gasp at the pleasure of having her silky hand wrapped around my cock. She was staring at it while slowly stroking it. “It’s so soft and warm but hard too. It’s big too are they all this big?”

I couldn’t help but smile at how innocent my sister was. It’s kind of sad in a way. She was eighteen and had never even been kissed, yet her she was stroking my dick and doing a very good job of it. And at the same time, asking questions most girls had answered in middle school.

“No some are bigger and some are smaller. Just like tits on girls. Mine is a bit bigger than average but not much.”

She looked up at me and smiled. “Can I…?”

“Can you what?”

Charlotte blushed. “I want to kiss it. Can I kiss it Greg?”

Just her asking made my cock twitch and she giggled. “It moved.”

“Yes it moved. You made me excited asking if you could kiss it. That’s one of the ways I react when I’m excited.”

“So you want me to kiss it?”

“Charlotte, sweetie, I would love for you to kiss my dick or lick it or put it in your mouth and suck it like a soda straw. Really there isn’t much you could do to it that I wouldn’t like, except hit it or bite it.”

Very shyly Charlotte leaned her face toward my dick and first rubbed it up and down her cheek, then she turned her head and started kissing all up and down the length of my cock. Then she licked it from the bottom all the way to my piss hole causing me to spurt a good amount of precum. “It’s leaking!!”

I laughed. “It’s supposed to leak. Run your finger across it and get some on your finger.”