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Family Ties [bit, NightStalker73au]

She felt so uneasy.

Then there was that damned curiosity.

Surely they couldn't be that bad, she told herself. I mean, he was willing - even insisting - on showing her one of the films. Perhaps he figured she needed to be exposed to stuff like this if she were to properly get by. There was that horrid lump in her throat again, and she swallowed it down as she stood.

"Alright," Sophie followed her uncle, keeping a little behind, "Okay. Yeah. Alright." She repeated herself, sounding like she needed to convince herself that it was normal. Surely this was something people around this area did, and she was set eons behind, needing to be seriously brought to speed.
 
Charlie smiled and watched her swallow a few times before hearing her words. Nodding his head he stepped into the hallway but kept eye contact with her as he spoke. "Then please join me in the upstairs lounge area."
 
And through all of the reasoning, the girl still felt uncomfortable. She walked after him, muttering small acknowledgments to anything he said, not wanting to sound like she was ignoring him. "Mm'kay." Walking straight, shoulders high, she tried to remain cool. "Uh, care to tell me what it's called?"
 
Charlie listened to her words as they walked along the carpeted up stair hallways, turning into the large lounge room with the opulent leather couches and chairs he strode across towards the oak cabinet. Opening the top drawer he took out one and placed it into the dvd player. Moving back to the couch he sat down and placed the cover down on the small coffee table. It was titled "Her awakening".
 
She briskly followed him into the lounge, taking a quick seat. She sat rigid as she had the day before, on edge and worrisome. "And this is one of the films you directed." There was a heavy sigh, her pleasantly excessive chest moving rhythmically with the breath, increasing her anticipation. "Alright, bring it on," humming as she spoke, something she often did when she felt misplaced.
 
Charlie heard her words and deftly flicked the power on for both the dvd and television, screen showing the opening credits a few minutes later as he sat back on the couch. His cup still in his hand as he took a few sips of it.
 
Sophie sat there, a mixture of feelings confusing and warring in her mind. In one hand it was always exciting to do something you'd never done (especially if it's for the first time) and in the other she was too much of a coward to not be terrified. Watching the credits roll, she soaked it in, noting all of the generic names that had an underlying erotic theme. Her eyes intently fixed on the screen, she wetted those lips.
 
Charlie kept silent except for the occasional sip of his coffee until it was finished, setting the cup down on the small oak coffee table just in front of the couch. Out of the corner of one eye he watched her for a few seconds before relaxing and enjoying the movie.
 
Her blue eyes took it all in, squirming and glancing off occasionally, feelings of shame burning her cheeks. The girl couldn't sit still. One moment she was primly upright, back as straight as a board - the next her feet were tucked under her as she squished herself into the back of the chair - then she would kick her feet over the arm and prop herself up. There wasn't anyway she could sit that made her comfortable with the situation.

It was certainly interesting. She'd never seen anything like it. But, it wouldn't settle right, and she bit onto her thumb. As Sophie watched it, her heart almost went out to the starlet on the screen. It was the noise that managed to catch most of her attention, perhaps because she couldn't escape it even when she close those eyes. There was so much moaning, so much yelling, so much cursing. More words were crammed in the first twenty minutes of that film than she'd heard over the entire sum of the rest of her life.

So many reasons why it phased her, and still she was intrigued, feeling even more ashamed for that.

"How'd you even get into this?" It came meekly from her spot on the chair.
 
Charlie's eyes watched her move around even more with each passing second. Her words not coming as a shock to him. His eyes moving from the screen to watch her more now as he paused the film, the action clearing showing the girl about to have her ass branded by a big load of cum. His words softly spoken. "Sophie by chance really, visiting a friend who knew I was on the kinkier side of life introduced me to someone, got chatting and later that night I wrote this script and then produced it."
 
Sophie's pretty, upturned nose wrinkled at the frame, working at something that resembled a wince. A hand flew to her chest, as if bracing herself for what was about to come next.

"Oh," he eyes went from the TV to him, fretting, "Lucky break?" Is that what he would call it? She wasn't sure if it was so lucky. She supposed it did buy him the house and all of the fancy things, but it was all so... what had he called it? Kinky. Certainly.
 
Charlie heard her words and watched her reaction to the paused screen moment, his heart filling with some glee but also pain. His eyes showing love as he spoke. "Sophie have you ever dated or thought about acting."
 
"Of course I've dated," she breathed haughtily, almost insulted, acting like he'd just called her a freak or something. "Not much, though," Sophie admitted, "and none of them really came of anything. There was one boy - but that ended badly." He was the first and last to have taken a kiss off her lips. He'd begged for more, but she had shied away, and the next day he had hooked up with the notorious tramp.

"Acting?" and her eyes looked back at the girl on the screen, unsure how to answer. Of course it would dazzle any young female to think she could be in a film. "Thought about... yes. Considered seriously? No." She was biting onto that nail again.
 
Charlie listened intently to her speak, his eyes noticing the nail biting continue before moving slightly on the couch to reach across and take one of her hands. Sliding it down the side of the chair he cuffed it in place, eyes sparkling into hers. "Would you consider acting in one of mine."
 
Sophie's heart skipped when he took hold of her wrist and placed it so adroitly, so sure. She looked up at him, sweet mouth slightly agape, as she tried to hid further into that over-stuffed leather chair. "There is no way," sounding unsure as she said it. The girl was good and mild - nothing like the woman on the screen, still paused. She felt there was something special about sex, and those films managed to make it dirty, no matter how pretty the things were that he was allowed to buy because of them. It would tarnish her. She squirmed under him, that heart pumping loudly in her ears.
 
Charlie felt her body squirm more as he moved closer to her now. He was not wanting to make it hard for her at all. Restarting the film from that scene the young girl in the film got the spanks along with the cock up her ass nice and slow this time. Her moans filling the room as he softly spoke. "Sophie does the film turn you on perhaps."
 
That beat grew stronger and louder, positively flushing those cheeks. He was getting closer, causing her to panic. The events crammed into the measly two days she'd been there where too much for her. This, she was sure, didn't happen often in any situation. Why was it suddenly thrust upon her? There were many obvious reasons as to why she was scared, but the one that surprised her most was that she might possibly like it. So very dirty.

She looked up at Charlie and tried to find a way to answer him. She would open her mouth to speak and lose nerve. So she closed her eyes, his seeming to observe much more than she liked, and tried to answer him again. Nothing. The girl's moans hit her and, slowly, bashfully, she nodded her head 'yes'.
 
Charlie waited with baited breath for her to speak, her mouth seemed to move for a long time with nothing coming out. The moans from the screen were getting louder as the young girl there was getting it even slower from two guys now. Noticing the nod of her head his eyes met hers as he smiled and stood up. Casually walking closer to her still he spoke. "Sophie tell me how your body feels right now."
 
"I don't know," she whined, wishing he would stay back. "It feels... dirty." Her cheeks continued to burn as she admitted it, "I know it isn't. But I feel like I need to be cleaned." Her breathing increased with each inch forward. Her voice became more hushed, "It's sensational," and she obviously didn't want to admit it, "all... rushed, sort of. My fingertips are tingling and my chest feels swollen." Sophie couldn't look at him as she talked.
 
Charlie stopped near her, listening to her words he could see how fast her heart was beating and the slightest glimpse of an erect nipple. His eyes moved from her around the room as he strode towards the left corner of it. The screen still showed the young girl getting it from two guys as he opened the small cabinet taking out two items. Pocketing one he laughed softly as he dropped the second one in her lap as he returned to the couch. It was a small vibrator that could be worn inside of panties. His words would be shocking. "Sophie use it now and enjoy the film"
 
Sophie was stunned.

"What?" Surely she didn't hear him right. She shook her head lightly, blond curls bouncing, "I can't do that." It hit her lap, feeling more heavy than she was sure it really was, like a solid piece of lead. "I don't get it. You mean... like?" Sophie couldn't bring herself to say it. Picking te vibrator up clumsily with her free hand (afraid to touch it - as if it might burn her), she observed the object.
 
Charlie heard the tone of her voice and content of words, his eyes glancing across towards her briefly as she picked it up so carefully she was scared it would bite. Had she been that sheltered back home, shaking his head slightly he could not believe so but then again it was possible. "Yes Sophie I do want you to. Time to learn about all the world has to offer."
 
Ohhh, yes. The poor girl was in such a turmoil. How she wanted it! Her frail body ached for some sort of relief - a relief that everyone else around her had no problem indulging themselves in. That girl on the screen, making such sensuous sounds; sounds of both pleasure and pain. Sophie sighed, feigning one more protest, "What if..." and she sounded so small, as if she didn't mean it at all, "I refuse?"
 
Charlie occasionally glanced across at her as the screen changed, the girl was moaning more and more, she would for the rest of the film. Her words not coming as a shock, head turning to face her with teasing words spoken. "I will force you to wear it."
 
Sophie whimpered, still unable to believe what she was hearing from her uncle. Her parents had opted for her to stay with him as opposed to the shared apartments they'd looked into for the sole reason they felt it would be safer. And here he was, exposing her to every sin she'd only heard tale of and then some.

That young woman on the screen - she only sounded more and more and more like she was loving it, getting louder. And, in a way, her uncle had been the source of it - setting up the scene and directing everyone as they followed through. It was getting more laborious to breathe.

Sophie chewed on that lower lip, "Whatever you say," even smaller than before. She just wished that he would stop watching her, so self-conscious, suffering from stage fright. Again, the magnitude of how wrong it all felt hit her and she watched her fingers twist the 'on' switch.
 
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