nothingbutporcelain said:
Callie Simpson walked into the bar, immediately heading to the counter and taking a seat. She was a regular at this place. It was one of her favorite spots to come drinking since she knew she could always count on the bartender to serve her alcohol despite the fact that she was only seventeen years old. Plus he gave her free drinks all the time so that was also a nice perk of the place. Of course all of this wasn't exactly free of charge. No one would be that nice without getting something in return. He expected her to sleep with him at least once a week and give him head practically whenever he wanted it in order for their deal to continue. She didn't mind it since she loved fucking. The bartender wasn't the best looking guy in the world but as long as she closed her eyes while he was inside of her she would deal with it.
To say Callie had a lot of problems would be an understatement. Callie's parents had always neglected her and praised her older brother. Callie was the one who always got terrible grades and did things that made them ashamed of her. Her parents were quite wealthy so she made sure to do whatever she could to do things they wouldn't approve of. She had even slept with a few of her teachers. That was how naughty she was. That was why she was always drinking, doing drugs and having lots of casual, unprotected sex.
Callie had also always been thin for as long as she could remember. And of course her methods of getting this thin weren't exactly healthy. She did coke all the time so that was partly why she was so thin and it was also because she was constantly starving herself so she would stay as thin as possible. She just hated the way food made her feel. She felt best when she had an empty stomach. But this wasn't shocking at all since she came from a rich family. Of course she would want to look as perfect as possible and her definition of perfection was being thin. But Callie actually looked good despite how small she was. It was a look that worked for her. She was very fragile and breakable but guys usually liked it. It meant that she was easy to push around in the bedroom. Plus it didn't hurt that Callie was completely addicted to rough sex. To her it wasn't good unless she was bleeding.
She grabbed her cigarettes and pulled one out, lighting it and taking a drag on it. Vodka and cigarettes were just what she needed right now. Well of course she also needed some cocaine but sadly her dealer was out of town and she was all out so she didn't know when she would be able to do some lines again. Callie had the same kind of arrangement with her dealer as she had with the bartender. He gave her cocaine as long as she slept with him on a regular basis. It was perfect for her since this gave her plenty of money to spend on nice, designer clothes. And where did Callie get her income from? Well, she worked as a stripper at a strip club down the street of the bar. Sometimes it made her feel like a trashy whore working there but all in all she liked it. She got amazing tips since she was the best dancer at the place and she really knew how to turn all the men on. That place would probably go out of business without her working there. None of the people working there knew she was only seventeen but they probably would let her work there even if they knew because she was so amazing. This was one of the many ways she liked to rebel against her parents. If they knew she was taking her clothes off in front of strange, older men three nights a week they would die from embarrassment and shame.
Her brother was meeting her at the bar soon. She hadn't seen him in about a week and she as dying to see him. Callie and her brother had always been very close. Her parents had never been there for her so whenever she needed someone to talk to she would always go to her big brother. It was weird for her now that he was married and he had a family. She'd never admit it to anyone but sometimes she got jealous of his wife because she was hogging him and taking him away from her. It wasn't fair. She was tied to her brother through blood. She thought that she should always come first to him, not his wife.
Callie was sitting at the bar sipping her vodka and waiting for her brother to come to the bar. She was so excited to see him tonight since it would just be the two of them. They hadn't spent a night like this together in forever. She imagined he needed a break from his family so she was happy to give him one. A guy eventually came up to her and began hitting on her. It wasn't shocking at all that the guys were already approaching her. She was like a magnet for guys, they couldn't stay away from her. She giggled softly at something he said, not minding it when he placed a hand on her thigh. There was nothing wrong with having a little fun before her brother arrived but the second he got here he would be getting all her attention. No one was better than her big brother so it was only right that he didn't have to share her with anyone else.
Callie was a tiny, fragile girl only being 5'1" and barely ninety pounds. She had long blonde hair that was usually straight or curly. She was usually pretty pale and skeletal looking due to her constant cocaine usage but the look worked for her. She always dressed like a slut which most of the guys liked.
Callie was really working the guy, giggling at everything he said so he would think he was so funny. Realistically he wasn't funny at all and he sounded lame but she craved the attention. She loved knowing that every single guy in the bar was looking at her and wishing they could have a chance with her. Well none of those guys were going to get her tonight because tonight she belonged to her brother. Maybe that sounded wrong but she didn't care. She missed him. It was horrible how he lived so far away from her so they never got to see each other. Well she wanted that to change and she was going to make sure to talk to her brother about that tonight. Callie needed her big brother to look out for her from time to time. It wasn't like her parents paid any attention to her. She lived in their house but it was like they were total strangers because they never talked to each other. That was just fine with Callie though. Her parents were snobs. It was better if they talked as little as possible.
Rick Simpson had just entered the city. About a half hour, he figured, and he’d be at the bar where his little sister, Callie, was waiting for him.
As he took in the buildings and the people clogging the sidewalks, even the traffic and the graffiti, he realized just how much he missed living here. He and his wife, Audrey, had a 2 bedroom split level in the suburbs where they lived with their 10 year old daughter, Carla. It was only an hour’s drive from where he was now, but he thought that they were two entirely different worlds.
Two different worlds…that’s about right. I’ve just left the polluted one where I can hardly breathe when I’m there, and now I’m entering the one where everything makes sense to me…where I can feel free…at least for a while.
He thought about how he had got to where he was now. When he was growing up, he never really tried to excel at anything, as he had no impetus to. His parents were rarely around, so he didn’t feel much pressure from them…about anything, actually. Oh, his father pretty much forced him to go to college, but Rick didn’t really try. He always got good grades, but he was just a natural at remembering things, so he didn’t have to study to do well. He would just listen, and occasionally he would read a textbook.
College…if I hadn’t gone to college, I’d have never met Audrey…I wonder where I’d be if I’d never met her? Hard to say…but I’d be damned happier, that’s for sure.
He hadn’t been at school a week before he met her at a freshman mixer. They had mixed it up that night, all right…so much so that nine months later he was juggling a newborn, a wife, and managerial accounting. His parents were not happy, particularly his father, but his father supported all of them with a promise from Rick to stay in school and graduate. Rick did so, and became a minor partner in one of his father’s friend’s businesses, where he was doing well for himself. The same could not be said for Audrey, who had not returned to school and was bitter about that fact to this day. She blamed Rick for this, and although he told her many times to return to school, as they could afford it, she refused.
No, that bitch does nothing but stay home and play cards with her bitch friends…when she’s not fucking that kid down the street. It’s so obvious, yet she thinks I know nothing…I know it’s better for that kid to be fucking her than me. After she had Carla she never got her figure back…I think she’s actually gained weight since then…ugh…
It was bad enough dealing with Audrey, but Audrey had turned Carla against him to the point that Carla rarely talked to him anymore. It tore him up inside, but he had come to accept it. It was very wearing having to deal with Audrey’s nagging and trying to talk to Carla, only to have her snub him, so when the opportunity to escape came along, he took it.
He had come into the city last week on business and was able to stop by the house for a few hours before having to head back home. His parents, not surprisingly, were at some charity function, but his little sister Callie was home.
Well, she’s not so little any more, is she, Rick? He loved his “little Callie”, as he had called her when they were growing up, more than anyone in the world. It was terrible for him to think the thought, but he loved her more than his own daughter…and certainly more than he had ever loved Audrey. They grew up together, and were best friends even though Rick was almost 10 years older than her. They had spent three hours together last week, and Rick felt better than he had in a long time. All they did, for the most part, was to sit close to each other and talk and laugh.
Rick thought it was like old times, except for one major difference. Callie had grown up. He was so used to thinking of her as a little girl that it came as a shock to him when he first saw her that day. He had blinked, and she had become a woman. The conversations they had that day were ones he could have had with any woman his age…she was damned smart.
Her body had matured as well. She had always been petite, and she still was, but she had filled out in all the right places. Her breasts were pert and firm, and just the right size for her small frame. Her belly was still taut and flat, her thighs were bronzed and flawless, and her ass was tight and firm. Rick knew all of this about her body because when he arrived at the house, she was wearing a pair of very short, very sheer shorts, and her top was a thin cotton midriff that she wore without a bra.
They had a wonderful time together, just talking and laughing, but for Rick it was also an agonizing three hours. For three hours Callie sat right next to him…sometimes sitting across from him on the couch, one leg up and one out, which offered him a wonderful view of her pussy through the thin material; or bending towards him as she talked or listened, her beautiful breasts fully exposed to his view, her blouse merely framing her breasts. He had numerous intense erections that he had difficulty trying to get under control, so when he had to leave it was also a relief.
As he was driving home he wondered at what had happened.
She’s my sister, and there I was getting hard on after hard on for her…I think that I’m supposed to feel disgusted with myself, feel guilty….but I don’t. I know that other people would think that I’m sick, but fuck them…My baby sister is damn hot, and I’d have been crazy not to have wanted to fuck her right there…wow…I guess she really got to me…I probably would have fucked her right then…maybe I am sick…oh well, so I’d like to fuck my sister. I’m the only person who’ll ever know, right?
When he got home that night, Audrey and Carla were at her sister’s house. As he was getting ready to take a shower, his thoughts went back to that afternoon, and he began to get aroused again. He laid down on his bed and started to masturbate…but in his mind he could picture Callie sitting on the couch…her legs were spread a bit, enough that he could make out her pussy lips, and she was leaning forward so that her breasts were visible…and she was looking directly into Rick’s eyes. With that picture in his mind, Rick had a tremendous orgasm...better than any he had had in years. And he felt no guilt at all.
When she had called him and asked him to come and spend the weekend with her, as their parents were going to be out of town, he jumped at the chance. He figured he would get a break from Audrey’s mouth, plus he’d be able to spend some much needed alone time with his sister. He did miss her terribly, and he knew that she missed him. He also secretly hoped that she’d wear something revealing again.
He found the bar where he was to meet her, and was lucky to find a parking spot just outside the door. He looked around and spotted her sitting at the bar. He immediately noticed the guy standing next to her, and he spotted the hand on her thigh.
Rick was 6 foot tall, and thin, and he didn’t look like he would be a brawler, and he wasn’t. But he was also a man that you didn’t toy with, and other men could see this. He had short brown hair, and he looked nondescript,but women loved him once he talked to them.
He strolled up to Callie and told the guy standing next to her to take a hike. He didn’t say it loudly or menacingly, rather he said it almost conversationally. The guy whipped around on Rick and was about to say something, until he looked in Rick’s eyes. He didn’t say anything, he just walked away.
Rick smiled at Callie, then gave her a large, long hug. He gave her a lingering, maybe overly long, kiss on the cheek just below her ear and said “Hi, sis.”
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