Ch.7

From her dingy mattress, Charlotte watched Mac mixing up a new batch of Meth, wrapped up in one of his button up shirts. His biceps bulged, jaw tensed as he measured out exacts of chemicals. Rick had long since left the pair of them alone, but since they'd all left the bar earlier that afternoon, Mac hadn't said more than a handful of words to her…which was odd, considering he'd reminded her nearly every few minutes that tonight was the night.

Maybe he's gotten tired of me! Charlotte couldn't bear that thought. But the thought had crossed her mind since that night. The first night that he hadn't touched her, she'd feared that he was disgusted by her, that he was regretting ever suggesting such an act be displayed for him. She'd never divulged any of these suspicions and most had quieted after he'd tended to her wounds from Beast's paws. Even so, there was still that niggle of doubt in that dark corner of her mind.

Charlotte focused on her brother again, pulling the cigarette case Rick had given her. She stroked the jeweled crown absently. She was the princess of Cainsville, everyone knew she had Walter, Rick and even Mac wrapped around her fingers. In her own way, she ruled the 'family business' Walter had started. She did all the books for the Luna Mesa and Walter's Meth sales. To be cliché, she had the power. With a sly smile, Charlotte decided what she was going to do to completely remove all upsetting thoughts from her mind.

Mac stared down the measuring cup on the table, raising a bottle of bleach and gingerly pouring it into the cup. His mind was blank; he hadn't looked at Lottie since Rick had left. If he did, all thoughts of work would be gone. Replaced by images of what he was going to do to his little sister's sweet little body. He hadn't been able to get his mind off of the promises going home held, especially after she'd shown him the brand. And then seeing her dance today, witnessing how that lithe body moved, had his cock rock hard in his jeans. Mac wanted her so bad at this point that he'd contemplated bending her over the work table. But he'd controlled himself, or Rick had controlled him.

"If you take her now, you'll regret it later. You can't be as…free with her here. Get her home and think of all the possibilities you have, all the different positions you can bend that supple body into." Rick's words-which had become a sort of mantra in the last hour-were the only thing keeping him in his pants rather than in her cunt. He didn't know how much longer that would last.

A hand came from between the crook in his arm, covering the fingers curled around the bleach bottles handle. Mac let the hand push the bottle down. Confused by Lottie's forwardness, he missed that her right hand was still free. When it landed on his jean covered crotch, he was jolted a bit.

"The hell do you think you're doing, bitch?" Charlotte giggled, stroking her yellow painted fingernails over his zipper. Mac smirked down at her hand, still over his on the bleach. Little Lottie decided to come to him, huh? Well, he couldn't disregard good behavior. What kind of master would he be if he didn't give his bitch a treat? Mac snatched her hands in his, setting the bleach down on the table, and turned, pushing her back into the supply shelf. One palm slid down her body, pressing roughly into the inseam of her shorts. Charlotte arched, whimpering prettily. "Go get in the truck," he ordered, letting her go completely, his mind raced with everything he could do to draw more of those sweet noises from her.

Charlotte's face brightened; sure her attempt at seduction had been turned on her, but she'd gotten what she wanted. With a quick kiss pressed to Mac's lips, Charlotte darted out of the cave. She got into the truck, sitting in the passenger seat anxiously watching the cave opening. Seconds ticked by, and with them Charlotte's legs began to bounce. She could hardly contain her excitement; it was nearly dripping down her thighs and soaking through her shorts. When the clock on the dashboard informed her that only two minutes had passed since she'd gotten in the car, Charlotte decided she'd have to torture Mac for making her wait so long. She slipped her hands down her taut stomach, sliding the button out and then pulling down the zipper. Her feet came out of her shoes and up to the dash; she used the leverage to pull herself lower body up so she could shimmy out of her shorts. Lying down on the bench seat of the truck, one leg dangling off the side, the other braced with the knee bent, Charlotte's hand stroked across her nude lower half, caressing her thighs softly with her fingertips. She deliberately avoided the place where she wanted to touch most, like Mac did when he played with her. When she got too impatient with her own teasing, Charlotte placed her fingertip on her clit. Her eyes fluttered closed, she became so encompassed by her ministrations that she didn't notice the time ticking, nor did she realize Mac had come out of the cave until the driver's side door opened.

"Would you look at that," he growled, pleasantly surprised. Charlotte sat up, reluctantly pulling her hand from between her thighs. She'd been close, but now that Mac was here, he'd take care of her. Mac climbed into his seat, shaking his head when Charlotte reached for her jeans. "Leave 'em." Obediently she dropped the denim and sat back in her chair. The truck rumbled to life, jerking forward. "You enjoy your birthday gift to yourself?" Charlotte smiled, sliding closer to him.

"I'll enjoy this more," she purred. Mac looked at her questioningly, opening his mouth to ask what she meant. He didn't even get the sound out before she resumed what she'd started in the canyon. She undid his belt, opening the front and pulling his cock from its binding. Mac's fingers clenched around the steering wheel, breath coming out harsher as her tongue flattened against the length.

"Fuck!" he growled, curling one hand into her long locks. She tittered, opening her mouth, swallowing him down until the head brushed the back of her throat. He tried to focus on the road, he did, but as she sucked, his foot came down harder on the gas. His fingers dug into her hair tighter as he got closer to his end. Charlotte swallowed against him, tongue swirling around him. He was right there on the edge, when blue lights reflected through the dark car, the sound of sirens slicing through the air. "Fuck!" Mac snapped, though with less pleasure. He pulled the truck to the side of the road, cursing that he was only a mile from the house while doing up his jeans. Charlotte moved quickly, pulling off the long sleeved shirt she was wearing and tucking it around her legs. Sheriff Pratt made his way to the window of Mac's truck, glaring at the youth.

"You were swerving and speeding," the elder said by way of greeting. Mac opened his mouth to tell the older man off, but Charlotte beat him to the punch.

"Evening Sheriff!" Pratt looked at her, nodding once. "You're not gonna give Mac a ticket are you?"

"I was thinkin about it," Pratt replied, frowning again at the pair.

"It's my fault he was drivin so bad," she flashed one of her brilliant smiles, the one that always worked to calm Walter down when the man was irate.

"How's that?" Mac leaned back in his seat, eager to see how she handled this.

"I started my period and Mac didn't want me bleedin all over his car." Pratt's face turned an amazing shade of red; he opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but instead tipped his hat.

"I'm letting you off with a warning, drive more carefully. Have a good night." It was pretty fascinating how fast the old fat man could run. Mac waited for Pratt to pull out, choosing to stare at Charlotte with a proud-if a bit disgusted-smirk on his face.

"Get me home, Mac, my birthday is almost over." She leaned over him, caressing his cock through his jeans and whispering in his ear, "And if you don't make me cum before midnight, you might have to wait until next year to get what you've been waiting for." Mac threw the truck into drive, liking this new found confidence blossoming in his sister.