Authors Note: We all agree Charlies hot right? Anyway themes of incest ahead in this chapter. Review for more Smut.
Chapter 3: Bigger Fish to Fry
I stood in my driveway as Mike drove back down the street. The sun was now setting in the distance. Lauren looked horrible as we gathered our stuff for Mike to drive us to our respective homes. She had gotten quite drunk at the party. Not that I recognized it at the time. She had always had an amazing tolerance for liquor.
The only thing I left the party with was an intense need to be fucked again. Between the party and this morning my summer total was already nearing double digits. The old Bella would have made it past ten at the party last night alone. Joining in on more group activities to increase the total. Only stopping when the party was truly over. Fuck, to be sixteen again.
The dress from last night clung to my skin. Climbing the stairs to my room. My core tensed. Feeling a pulse shoot through me. My fingers longed to play. Desire coursed through me. It was unlike myself to deny my urges. The need intensified with the knowledge that the house was empty. I could moan for myself as loud as I wanted.
Stripping my dress off before I reached the top of the stairs, I looked into Charlie's room. The smell of him was overwhelming. It was a scent I never associated with the word father, instead the word safe always came to mind. I tossed my dress haphazardly to the floor of my room. Striding confidently into Charlies. Climbing onto the king sized bed. My naked body feeling the soft flannel sheets.
Bringing my hand between my legs I began to stroke. Smelling his pillow. Feeling my high school fantasies coming to light. Charlie taking me from behind as I make us pasta. His strong arms held me tight as he fucked me. Used me for his own means. Not caring if I climaxed, rough with need.
My hands circled harder. Knowing this is probably the closest thing to fucking the sexy beast of a man. Feeling myself gushing with both need and anticipation.
Remembering nights that Charlie would come home from a successful date. Bringing the PTA mom upstairs. Trying to be silent, if I was not waiting I would not have heard them. I was lucky that the house doors needed to be fixed. Each one popping open during the night. Charlie wouldn't think anything of his door opening slightly. Especially when that huge cock was inside one of them.
Sneaking from my room. Carefully avoiding all the squeaky boards that would surely give me away. I waited outside his bedroom door. Listening. Mapping out what and where they had begun their activities inside his room. Waiting until the now familiar squeak of the bed. Not opening the door until he let out his first deep chested sigh.
Then I would twist the door knob. Slowly popping the doors latch out of place. When I did I would be welcomed with my fantasy. Charlie's strong thrusts, into the women of the evening. It seemed that I was not the only woman in town that wanted to cause trouble with the law. I would do whatever it took to have that massive cock in me, his strong arms around me.
Charlie would thrust hard and fast into them. Hitting all the right spots. The women would moan and cry out. On the stairs I would join them. Silently worshiping the body of the man I was watching. Openly needing to have him inside me. I knew to get up when Charlie let out a grunt and his hips stopped. He always completed the task, emptying completely into the writhing woman on the bed. I wanted his cum in me.
That thought jostled me back into my current situation. Just as a full bodied orgasm rocketed through my system. I cried out. Feeling my fathers bed beneath me. Just like I had always wanted. Except I wanted him, emptying into me.
A smile crossed my face, I had more desire to fuck Charlie then anyone else in this town. This summer that will be my goal. Finish with the one that still haunts my dreams.
I tossed on one of Charlie's shirts. Oversized on me, it looked like more of a dress than anything else. Not bothering with underwear I made my way back down stairs.
Charlie was still not home from fishing with Billy. Knowing they would have a fresh catch for dinner I did not bother to premake anything. Looking over the house, it was the same as when I walked into it the first time. Charlie was never one to redecorate without being directed to. Finding comfort in everything he can control staying the same.
Walking over to his armchair, I wanted to see just how much he had kept the same. Reaching into the pocket of the chair I found exactly what I was looking for. Magazines covered with naked women. Their eyes are full of need. I wanted to be able to look at Charlie the same way these women looked at him. No longer needing to mask my need. Flipping through the pages I could easily tell who he liked more. The pages wrinkled, one handed reading was always going to leave a mark.
I felt the need to know who his finishing girl was. Maybe I could trick him into fucking me if I dressed or undressed in the same fashion as the girl in the book. I flipped through the book and did not find any evidence of his sticky desire on any of the women. Confused, I grabbed another book. Only to find the same thing.
"Charlie if you are not finishing with these women, who are you finishing too?" I spoke aloud.
Each of the magazines covering the coffee table. I had wanted to know who he was climaxing with each night he sat in this chair. The stains of his cum evident against the upholstery of the chair. He was finishing here. Just not to them.
I saw the lights of the car before I heard it. Quickly scooping the magazines back into their hiding place. I strode over to the couch. Picking up a book I sat with my legs stretching wide apart on the couch, as I waited for them to come in.
Double checking the fit of Charlie's shirt, it covered everything it needed to. Showing only my long bare legs. It was loose enough not to show my naked form underneath. I hoped that it would ignite the imagination of the men entering the house. As much as Charlie was the goal, Billy was not out of my notice. I would not mind taking his wheels for a spin one of these hot summer nights.
"Hey Bells" Charlie called as he entered the house. Not noticing me sprawled seductively on the couch.
I attempted to look like I was enthralled with my book. The tightness I felt every time he was near almost caused me to moan. Fighting the memory of what I had been doing in his room less than an hour ago. If I was going to get either of these men into bed I would have to be strategic about it.
I watched in my peripheral vision as Charlie loaded the fridge with the fresh fish. Pulling out the famous fish fry rub that Seth had begun making after his Dad's passing. The smell encompassed the room. Reminding me of the nights I would play with myself thinking of Charlie. It was always after a dinner of fish and fried bread that I would feel the most desire to have him. Maybe it was the feeling of being taken care of by him. More likely it was the dinner of watching him slowly suck and lick at the fish.
"Did you hear me Bells?" Charlie's voice wavered. This had not been the first time he tried to get my attention.
My eyes stopped focusing on the book before me. Slowly roaming over to where he stood. Looking up at his body. From his socked feet I allowed myself to stop my roaming of his body as a bulge just below his belt captured my full attention. My mouth began to water in anticipation. I would allow that cock anywhere he wanted.
"Bella, would you mind frying the fish? I am going to take a shower. A bait jar spilled all over me, I smell like a trouts smorgasbord" Charlie spoke. Reluctantly, my eyes drew up to see his. He indeed did look a little disheveled, nothing a good shower wouldn't fix.
The need inside me grew at the thought of him naked in the shower. The water touched all of him. Every part of him, being washed clean. I wanted to offer him an opportunity to get more dirty before the shower. It would be so simple to pull his shirt up and let him fuck me on the table. I don't think Billy would mind the view. I could even suck his cock as Charlie fucked me.
I felt the dampness grow between my legs at the thought of these two skilled men allowing me to pleasure them. I simply nodded. Not trusting my mouth to stifle the moan that was dying to be released. My body would do anything for a good release.
Walking over to the fridge I noticed the longing look in Charlie's eyes as he watched his shirt hang loosely around my thighs. A part of me wondered if he too wanted to reach under and have his way with me. Before I could test my theory Charlie quickly turned and practically ran upstairs. The effect my father had on me was the same one I had on him it seemed. I heard his zipper go down before he opened the bathroom door.
I noticed Billy trying to watch the baseball game. His eyes seemed to be focused on the TV. I wanted to tease. Wanted to see if he would be up for a quick, dangerous fuck. The need I had was building to intense levels. Almost to the point that if these two men did not allow me the fantasy I needed, I would be forced to call Mike. It would not be the first time I had used his cock as a replica for one of theirs but having the real thing would be amazing.
I reached into the fridge. Bending my back, leaving my legs standing straight. Allowing the shirt to ride up over my hips. Exposing myself to Billy. That is, if he was looking. He could be too enthralled with the baseball game to notice his best friend's daughter. I heard the sharp intake of breath from the man. Knowing exactly what he was seeing - my bald pussy out on full display.
Shame might have been what I was meant to feel as I exposed myself to my Dad's best friend. Yet, all I felt was triumphant exhilaration. I had wanted this for such a long time. It would seem silly to feel anything but ready now. I heard his wheels silently gliding over to me. Shaking my butt slightly, as if the movement was an absent minded occurrence. Like it wiggled as I debated what fish I wanted to prepare for tonight's meal.
I sensed that if I backed up I would be able to reach Billy from where he now sat behind me. The thought captivated my mind. He had not told me to go and put pants on. He had not called for my Dad to deal with me. What was the Elder doing behind me?
As curiosity burned inside me, I got wetter and wetter. My body was hoping and longing for his cock to be inside me. We both waited in the silence of the house. Both not speaking or moving. I liked the teasing game from him. Billy must be admiring my form to not have spoken yet.
The shower upstairs turned on. Strong callused hands brushed over my exposed hips. I took in a sharp breath. The hands turned hard on the sides of my supple frame.
"Do you want my cock, little white girl?" Billy's deep voice almost groaned.
The best I could respond was a breathless yes. Before his strong arms pulled me down onto him. His length was impressive. Hitting farther into me then I had ever been penetrated before. Billy used his arms to bounce me up and down hard off his cock. Using me the same way men use flashlights. The thought caused electric excitement over my skin. I wanted to be used by him. A moan escaped my throat, deep and guttural.
"Shhh. We don't need Charlie coming down here to catch us" Billy whispered in my ear. Sounds of pleasure escaping his mouth between the words.
Planting my feet on the ground I worked my pussy on his cock. Slamming myself harder and father down onto his impressive length. Wanted to feel him. Needing to know what it was like for him to explode into me. His cock twitched. The thought of him getting close to climaxing sent me over the edge. The moan that escaped my lips was anything but quiet.
The shock of the loud moan from me and my pussy currently milking his cock sent Billy following me over the edge. He held me there on his cock, letting all his cum into the deepest parts of me. Spilling over and out of me.
When he finally released me from his hold my legs wobbled. Not able to stand fully up on my own, I used the fridge for support. Finally I grabbed the fish from the fridge, walking it over to the counter to prepare it. Billy watched himself dripping from me as I cooked. A look of deep satisfaction on his face.
"What convinced you to fuck me?" I asked in a low voice.
"Bella, this will not be the last time I fuck you. Next time we will not have to be quiet. Next time I will have you tied up"
Billy rolled himself over to the couch. Still watching the steady stream of cum that dripped down my leg. The thought of him in control of me turned me on more. He had been during this fuck, using me. The thought of ropes involved excited me.
I got the fish fully ready to be submerged in the oil. Turning to Billy I asked him the one burning question I have had since returning to Forks all those years ago.
"Do you think Charlie would ever?" I let my question hang in the air.
Dad's best friend was one thing. To fuck your biological father was something completely other. Yet, Billy had just used me in the kitchen of my Dad's house. He was in no position to judge my line of questioning.
"Have you seen what he cums to?" Billy asked.
"The magazines, yeah"
"No" Billy laughed. "I bought those for him. To help him. To encourage his fantasies somewhere else"
"Somewhere else?"
Just as he said that the shower upstairs turned off. I could not have Charlie catching me with his friends cum dripping down my leg. Springing up stairs I collide with a naked Charlie. He was just leaving the bathroom. I felt him against my leg. Growing against me as he realized who he now held upright.
"Bella. Are you okay?"
I couldn't speak. Knowing that if I opened my mouth it would be to only beg him to fuck me. I wanted him more than I could express. More than I could control. If fucking Billy was that good, I could not imagine how good Charlie would be.
"Yeah, just changing before dinner"
He let me go. Steadying me, holding my hips. His touch electrified me. I wanted to crouch down and take his growing cock into my mouth. Cum in me or not, I wanted him now. He was the one to let go. To break the magical moment. He walked into his room, closing the door. But not before I saw his fully erect penis. My eyes bugged, not seeing a cock that big in my life. Maybe the one last night at the campfire was as big but, damn, I wanted Charlie.
Walking into the bathroom I began to clean myself of Billy's cum. That is when I noticed the smell of Charlie's cum in the room. That was why he had showered. So he could jack off to me.
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