RP: Revolve [ Horror_Show & last_true_romantic ]

[Horror_Show]

Charlotte kept her big brown eyes focused on his own as she worked her hands down below. The soap suds and water mixing together to make it feel good. No doubt he was squeaky clean everywhere, especially down there. She watched him lean his head back and his moans made her even more aroused, more mentally than anything else. She merely nodded and kept doing what she was doing. She wasn’t quite sure what would happen but had a good idea. He had given her to orgasm’s in one night, maybe she could return that favor.

“Ch-Ch-Chase…” She stammered, “tell me, tell me what to do…cum again. I don’t mind. I want you too.” She got out, forcing herself to speak her mind even though she was anxious. Nothing about him Cumming into her hands or on her really bothered her. It may have disgusted some girl out and of course Charlotte more than likely would clean up afterwards but its natural. She would slowly grasp his shaft, squeezing harder, her thumb on the tip of his head lightly pressing and rubbing the indent of the crease. There was still so much adrenaline coursing through her.

 

[last_true_romantic]

Chase was in heaven. The combination of the warm water and steamy air around the two naked siblings as they cleaned one another was an arousing and very intimate activity that Chase had always wanted to do with another person. It didn't have to lead to sex or orgasm, just simply enjoying washing the other's body with tender touches was enough. Kate had never wanted to do this. Shower sex, yes, but not something at intimate as letting him wash and massage her body, just for the pleasure of it. She had said it was stupid and silly. "Why do all that and not have sex? Isn't sex the point?" She would ask him. He tried multiple times to explain to her why he liked those simple intimate moments that weren't all about just getting off to Kate, but she never understood. He hoped that maybe, Charlotte would. Relationships were about so much more than just sex, and he wanted so much more than just that with his little sister if she would be willing.

When she spoke his name, Chase looked down. He had a relaxed, almost serene look on his face. Her hands just felt so good on him. He blushed slightly at her request, then let out a breathy but happy chuckle. Before he answered though, Charlotte's hand squeezed and her thumb rubbed the head of his manhood and made him gasp, his eyes shut, and his body trembled under her grip. He hadn't been expecting that from her and it felt good. Really really good. He took in a deep breath, trying to calm his breathing enough to answer her without stuttering too much and give him a minute to think since his head was feeling fuzzy from how good her hands felt. "J-j-just keep d-doing what y-your d-doing..." He managed to say, his eyes fluttering back open and looking down into her beautiful brown ones. He gently stroked her hair with one hand, the other stroked her cheek with its thumb. "Y-your doing r-really good. I..." He took another shaky breath as her hands continued to work him. "I'm a-almost th-there." It was true, he could feel his second climax fast approaching, and thinking about it didn't help.

 

[Horror_Show]

Charlotte listened to his shaky breath and could tell he was back in ecstasy. Whatever she was doing was building him closely to another climax. Everything about Chase was intoxicating, his labored voice, his heavy breathing, his moans and the way he was struggling to keep balanced. Her soft hand would continue to grip his shaft like a vice and more aggressively move her hand upwards and downwards, pumping her hand without letting go. His shaft was both hard, soft and very malleable. By now it was fully erect, and she was surprised at his length and now knew why she was sore, but it didn’t matter. He could have been very small, and she wouldn’t have cared, sex was only half of the relationship. She imagined sex with him would always be amazing.

 

[last_true_romantic]

With each stroke of her hand, Chase felt himself getting closer and closer. His began to pant as he was brought to the edge, her hands feeling better than his own or even Kate's rough hands. She managed to be gentle, but firm when she held him, a perfect balance that mimicked the way her core had felt. "...Fuck Charlotte...." He groaned, stopping his hands from stroking his fingers in his hair, he couldn't concentrate. "...Char..I'm cumming!" He moaned, his whole body tensing as he let go and his eyes shut tight. His seed covered her hands as his member throbbed and spurted out a few streams of liquid. He moaned through his climax, one hand still in her hair, the other held onto the shower wall until he finished.

He opened his eyes and looked down at his sister. The hand on the shower wall moved back to her face and rubbed her cheek. "Th-thanks Char. That was a-amazing." He leaned in and kissed her lips tenderly. "And sorry for the mess" Chase's tone was breathy, still trying to catch his breath after his climax. He stepped back under the shower head and pulled Charlotte with him, helping her rinse her hands off while looking into her eyes and smiling sweetly at her.

 

[Horror_Show]

It wasn’t to long before Chase couldn’t hold back. His voice was husky and labored as he cursed out and climaxed. His semen came out in a couple of hard squirts, mainly getting all over the girl’s hand and some on her stomach. She could feel his shaft throbbing right before he did so. He had to use the shower wall for support and Charlotte watched in awe as he rode out the second high. His voice was the rawest she had ever heard as he announced that he was. Charlotte breathed out in, wide eyed in awe watching it unfold. All of this still really felt like some bittersweet dream she didn’t want to wake up from. He finally bent down to tenderly kiss her lips and thank her, apologizing for the mess. He moved forward pulling them both underneath the warm cascading water. They had used almost all the hot water, they must have been in here thirty minutes or longer. Chase held Charlotte against his body, both bare and wet. He helped her rinse off his mess.

They finally turned off and exited the shower. Chase had gotten out and handed Charlotte a towel. She was ringing out her hair and grabbed the towel working on her hair before quickly trying to dry off the rest of her body. She would watch Chase drying himself off and his grin as he knew she was watching him, he was happy, he didn’t care and that made it even easier to get use to openly admiring him. Charlotte wrapped the towel around her midriff tying it and sat on the toilet. She was going to grab another towel for her hair when Chase did and started drying her hair for her, ruffling it. She laughed out looking at him from underneath the towel. They had confessed their feelings and already done so many intimate things together. They finally headed back into her bedroom and Charlotte got dressed into some more comfortable undergarments and pajama’s. Chase had even helped her pull on her sports bra and shirt before quickly heading to his guest room to change into some clean clothing. While he was gone she put some stay in conditioner and combed out her hair. She noted her bed had manage to survive her loosing her virginity and she made the bed and fluffed the pillows.

As she was finishing making the bed, pulling the covers back she would feel someone grab her from behind, she almost yelped out but was easily spun around before being pushed down on her back. Her elbows caught her balance as she felt his hot mouth on her own, tenderly savoring her. He smelled even better fresh out of the shower. Just him handling her made her ache, a sore ache. Apparently, they were going to be all over each other for a long time. She breathed out smiling up at him, catching her breath.

“God, I think I’ve been turned on all night by you…” She laughed, the poor girl would have to get use to it, they would end up like rabbits soon enough. She scooted back so she could get under the covers and he joined. She nestled to where she was cuddling in his arms. He would be surprised in nearly minutes she was out cold, exhausted from the intimate night they had shared, he would feel her soft breathing.

 

[last_true_romantic]

Chase held Charlotte in his arms for a few minutes before helping her rinse off the mess he made. As they stood under the water, Chase leaned his head on Charlotte's giving the top of her head kisses as the warm, now turning cool, water washed over their intertwined bodies. His hands carefully rinsed off her stomach, rubbing her belly his hands to make sure that she was clean before he stepped out of the shower.

He grabbed towels from the rack and handed one to Charlotte as she stepped out as well. Chase watched his little sister, still in awe of how much more beautiful she had become in his absence, as she dried her body off, before drying his own body. A smirk on his lips as he felt Charlotte watching him, flattered and thrilled that she was getting more comfortable around him now. When she reached for another towel to dry her hair, Chase beat her to it and began to help her. He was probably messing it up more than drying it, but Charlotte laughed, she sounded so happy, so he didn't stop right away. Knowing she was sore, Chase helped Charlotte get dressed before running back to the guest room and changing into new clothes, a simple v-neck t-shirt, and some flannel pajama pants.

When Chase came back into the room, he saw his little sister making the bed. Her hips were swaying a little as she adjusted the covers, and he felt compelled to hold her in his arms again. He didn't hesitate and grabbed her small waist before spinning her around and pinning her to the bed on her back and kissing her. The kiss was urgent, but also soft, loving, and slow. His hands rubbing her waist as his lips and tongue moved against hers as the kiss lasted a few minutes before Chase pulled away.

He was grinning from ear to ear and was breathing hard as well as she spoke. A breathless laugh left his lips at her comment as he crawled into bed next to her under the covers. "Same here Charlotte, but I think it's time we get some sleep." He said, wrapping his arms around her small frame so she could cuddle into his chest. Chase rubbed her back as her breathing got slower and her body relaxed, surprised a little by how quickly she fell asleep. With a soft smile, Chase kissed his sleeping sister's forehead and whispered a soft goodnight against it. He didn't fall asleep nearly as quickly, but laid in bed, staring down at the girl in his arms, and enjoyed the bliss of cuddling the only girl who may ever understand him fully. One and would softly rub her back and the other stroke her hair for an hour before Chase fell asleep too, clutching tight to Charlotte as he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Chase woke up first, the crack in the window letting the sunlight into the room and waking him first. He hummed happily as the events of last night came flooding back and he realized that the girl he loved most was sleeping in his arms. Luckily, Chase had remembered to lock the guest room door and Charlotte's behind him last night. So if their parents went to try to wake either of them up, they couldn't be able to sneak in. He looked at the clock on Charlotte's bedside table and noted that it was only 6:00 am, they could be up already, or still sleeping as well. Chase was in no rush to get up though, not when Charlotte lay sleeping against his chest looking so sweet and serene. Chase resumed the gentle caress of her back and hair from last night, enjoying her small frame pressed up against his larger one and watching her snooze.

They lay there like that for a while, Chase just watching her sleep, listening to her soft breathing. He was blissfully unaware that three hours had already gone by until he heard the front door shut downstairs and it caused Charlotte to shift and press against his morning wood. Chase let out a soft groan as he felt her body press up against his member and felt the sudden need to do something about it. Charlotte was still sleeping and he looked down at the girl. She would still be sore from their first time and he didn't want to rush her, but Chase was craving her body again. He smirked as an idea popped into his head, he knew just how to wake up his sister now that they were alone. Carefully, he slipped out of Char's arms and laid her on her back. Then he crawled under the covers and between her legs, pulling her shorts and underwear down enough that he could comfortably rest his head between her thighs. Though he had already had a small taste of her nectar before, he wanted more. Besides, wouldn't it be fun to wake his little sister up with an orgasm to start the day? With a mischevious grin, Chase laid himself on his stomach between her legs, her knees hooked over his shoulders and admired her beautiful flower for a minute before beginning to lap her soft pink petals. His eyes looked up at her sleeping face, ready to change his tactics based on her reactions.

 

[Horror_Show]

Charlotte stayed peacefully and soundly asleep embraced by Chase. She was out cold and exhausted from the emotional and sexual roller coaster they had both ridden that night together. She would only feel secure in her sleep as Chase held her trying to wind down. She would be completely tangled underneath the covers, her legs and body on his. Finally, they would both fall asleep, the first night together as a couple. Chase would sleep for a couple of hours and stir hearing his parents awake below. Hopefully they were clueless to what their kid’s taboo acts were. In time they would find out but for now it was best to keep things a secret. They would leave for work, one after the other and
Chase would fall back asleep.

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Charlotte was still out cold when her big brother would only want to make her feel good without making her any sorer. This would ease her pain, just a little. Of course, if she was a virgin last night, it means she was a clean slate for Chase to work with, to show her everything they both fantasized about. The poor girl was still out of it when her thighs would be spread and perched over his broad shoulders. At first his tongue would just softly lick her petals. He would taste her nectar as there was still remnants left from the night before since she was aroused before falling to sleep. Her body would slightly stir, and her head would turn as she exhaled. As his mouth found her sweet little rosebud her eyes would softly open. She would be half conscious. Her mind would be scrambling to catch up with her body. Automatically her body would start reacting. Her thighs would try to spread wanting more but Chase already was ahead and buried. A soft groan would escape her chapped lips as she squirmed.

After a few moments of feeling his tongue now in her blossom, his mushy tongue felt so fucking good against her tight walls, it eased the rawness. Her breaths came out a little harder now as her mind was waking up. She thought last night would have still been a dream but now waking up to this was amazing. She felt energy building from her toes and fingertips, working its way toward her center. She felt a hot tingling sensation where he was devouring her, and he was helping her ache.

“…….Ch-Ch-Chase…” She barely got out, tossing her head as one of her hands slid across her sheets to clench it, the other finding his thick tousled hair. “……ugh god,” she exhaled, “……ugh,….f-f-f-fuck.” She whispers, almost overwhelmed.

 

[last_true_romantic]

Chase had wanted to just slowly savor her, lap at her quivering sex until she woke up moaning, but all his plans were foiled once he tasted her. Even before he had begun to lick her, he could smell the sweetness of her arousal, and see her petals already slightly damp. She hadn't been exaggerating last night, about him keeping her turned on all night, and he took pride in that. The first stroke of Chase's tongue along her womanhood was long and slow, starting from the very edge of her flower and ending with his tongue gently flicking her clit. The soft groan and the way her thighs moved and her body squirmed in his arms let Chase know he was on the right track. He gave her flower a soft kiss before sliding his tongue over her once more.

As Charlotte's body continued to move, her hips moving closer to his mouth on its own, Chase grinned. He hooked his arms under her legs, his left hand caressed the outside of her left thigh and his right hand cupped her right but cheek. Chase's right hand held the smooth muscle, his fingers sinking into the plump skin, holding her hips still for him as Chase pressed his tongue between her petals. His eyes stayed focused on her face, he knew she would wake up soon and he wanted to see her reaction. Chase could feel the goosebumps on her legs pop up as Charlotte began to wake up to the pleasure he was giving her. He continued to pump his tongue in and out of her body, twisting and swirling his tongue in her tightness before pulling back out.

He smiled and moaned into her warm and wet quim as she called his name and cursed. From that, he knew she was getting close, and he wanted to hear her say his name again like that. Chase pressed his mouth against Charlotte's sex, opening his mouth and taking her petals in his mouth as his tongue continued to slip in and out of her. He sucked softly and rubbed his nose against the tiny nub where her petals met. Chase wanted to give her an even better orgasm than she experienced last night. To show his little sister that there was so much more than just sex and fingering. Chase wanted to show Charlotte pleasure she had never known but deserved more than anyone he knew, and fulfill her every desire.

 

[Horror_Show]

Charlotte didn’t know how to control her body. Her hands couldn’t seem to contain themselves. As Chase basically made love to her with his mouth her whole body was going through an experience it never had. Of course, the young female had fantasied about it, especially with Chase involved. She had heard her friends talk about their sexual adventures and read about it but never felt it. The pleasure was building, and she could feel it coming. In seconds before she could even warn Chase or herself, an explosion of pleasure took over everything from the waist below. She let out a sound that sounded like she may have been in pain and trying to keep from crying out, but it was exact opposite. The feeling trickled down through her legs until she finally relaxed, catching her breath as silently as she could. Chase would be completely covered in her nectar and only more thick juices would flow from the dam.

Her mind was hazy, and she felt like she was zoning out. She was almost embarrassed now even though she had nothing to be embarrassed about, other than it being her adoptive brother. She finally propped herself up as Chase seemed to be enjoying the after show. She blushed and being very fair skinned, her face was like a tomato, her freshly showered morning hair, now was even cuter messed up.

“Um…I think I need a towel.” She said feeling the mess below. The poor girl was just beginning to realize downstairs was going to be constantly overworking itself because of Chase.

As he got her a clean one from the bathroom she swung her legs over the bed, where her shorts and panties were at her ankles and she basically put the towel rolled in-between her legs and sat there with the most adorable embarrassed look on her face.

 

[last_true_romantic]

Chase watched Charlotte's reactions in amazement as he worshipped her core. Kate had not been Chase's first girlfriend, he had been popular enough in high school, but he couldn't remember ever making a girl feel this good just from using his mouth. Over the years, Chase had honed his skills, asked for feedback from the girls he was with, but he had a feeling it was more than just improvement on his part. Had Charlotte fantasies about this, about her big brother pleasing her in such a way? He hoped he was living up to her fantasy. He knew he was making her feel good, from the way her hands grasped at anything in their reach and the mewling sounds she made, but he wanted her to feel amazing. No, better than amazing.

The way Charlotte cried out, almost a scream of pain, but it was, in fact, pleasant, cued him in that she was about the fall off the edge. There was no mistaking the rush of thick fluid that flooded his face with anything other than pure enjoyment. He sucked and lapped eagerly, his tongue being gentle since he knew her quim would be extra sensitive to a climax. Chase closed his eyes as her juices coated his tongue, it tasted so much better from the source, the warm thick juices sweet and tangy and smelled of her arousal. Chase stopped his licked when she spoke, looked up into her cute red face and nodded. "You stay there Char. I'll get it." He said sweetly and stroked her cheek before leaving.

Chase returned a few seconds later. He had cleaned off his own face and brought her a clean soft towel. Chase sat on the edge of the bed with her, handed her the towel, and then placed an arm around her waist. He leaned over and gave her cheek a soft kiss. "You look so cute when you blush like that. But there is no reason to be embarrassed Char." He assures her, brushing some of her brown silky strands from her face. "So, did my girlfriend enjoy her wake-up call?" Chase's hand on her waist gently rubbed, his eyes locked on hers, and a pleased smile on his lip. He was calm and looked so happy to be there with her. Chase was the happiest he could ever remember being.

 

[Horror_Show]

Charlotte sat there in complete embracement but was pulled into Chase as he sat beside her. He pecked her cheek and squeezed her softly while telling her she didn’t need to be embarrassed. She had just lost her virginity last night and was experience adult like things she never had before, things she had only imagined. Not to mention it was with somebody she thought was impossible. Even if Chase’s relationship didn’t work out she was positive after he healed he would find another girlfriend easily. He was just that kind and attractive. She had known girls swooned over him in high school and college. She almost couldn’t believe he wanted her, his adoptive sister. She seriously wasn’t that confident. She didn’t realize all their time spent together, growing up, him practically helping raise her made all the difference, she knew him better than any other female ever could. Yeah, he had been with other girls, a small handful but no one could arouse him like her…last night had been the best sex he had ever recalled, even if it was short and quick, it made it hotter.

"So, did my girlfriend enjoy her wake-up call?" Chase would calmly tease. She was leaning her head on his shoulder, still awkwardly cute as she sat beside him with a towel in-between her legs and her shorts and panties still at her ankle. Obviously, she had no privacy any more, not with Chase. She looked up at his brushed her messy bangs out of her face.

“……yeah I guess.” She said sarcastically, he would sense her tone, she was still surprised and coming down off her orgasm. It was hot to still see her so flustered. She caught his smile and couldn’t help smiling back. “It felt good.” She said closing her eyes, apparently still recovering. It felt weird to hear him say boyfriend. She always knew him as her brother…. now he was both?

Charlotte had finally and carefully stood up, slowly pulling the rolled-up towel. Her face would let know Chase she was still super sensitive. She pulled up her shorts and underwear. She almost wondered if she would need a feminine pad just because of how much she was turned on her thoughts were distracted as knocking was downstairs. They both looked at each other confused. Their parents were at work and they both had keys and neither of them was expecting company. Charlotte would leave her room and jog down the hall, halfway down the stairs. The doorbell was viciously going off and she could hear Kate outside. Her stomach dropped. Chase was behind her on staircase, she looked back up at him in fear.

“Its Kate…” She breathed.

That only made perfect sense. Charlotte had taken her phone away from Chase the first week he was here but even when she returned it. He ignored her and had been, then the past few days he had been focused on his sister only. She was pissed he wasn’t replying to her and ignoring her. She wanted the house, among other things and in a way, she just wanted to see Chase. Half the fun was seeing him lose her, seeing the pain, maybe she was sadistic but now she wanted to see him, maybe ease some of it enough to reel him back in.

 

[last_true_romantic]

Chase kept his gaze on his sister beautiful face. He knew she was still getting comfortable around him and didn't want to make her feel more embarrassed by ogling her half-naked body. He couldn't help but chuckle at both her replies, she was still recovering from her orgasm and it was adorable how it had affected her so much. Chase was happy to know he could give his sister that much pleasure. He gave her head one more kiss before she pulled away to redress herself. He saw the face she made when Charlotte wiped herself one last time with the towel. He was right, she was still sensitive, but she didn't look uncomfortable.

Chase stood up too and stretched his arms over his head before turning to look at Charlotte again. "So, what do you..." Chase's question was interrupted by a loud knocking at the front door. He looked at Charlotte in confusion, no doubt they there thinking the same thing. Both their parents were at work and had keys and they weren't expecting any visitors or packages. Then the bell began to ring, over and over, echoing through the house. Chase followed his sister downstairs and was a few steps behind her when she froze and looked back at him. "Shit..." He muttered when Charlotte looked at him with fear in his eyes. He knew exactly who it was without Charlotte having to say a word.

Chase nodded and clenched his fists as Charlotte whispered the witch's name. He felt his blood boil with anger and he clenched his jaw as he looked at the door. Damn Kate, she just had to ruin everything in his life, didn't she? And today was starting out so well. He gave a sad sigh and looked at Charlotte with a soft and sad expression. "Stay here Char. I'll take care of her. She probably just wants to complain about why I haven't answered her or..." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Or try to get me back. But that won't happen." Chase walked down to the stair his sister was on and gave her chapped lips a quick and soft kiss. They were out of sight enough from the door that Kate wouldn't be able to see either of them or the kiss. "I'll be right back." He promised, grabbing her hand and giving it a small squeeze before descending the stairs and going to the door.

Before Chase opened the door, he took another deep breath and tried to center himself. What he wanted to do was just open the door and slam it in the cold-hearted witch's face, but that wasn't the kind of guy he was, usually. However, ever since Kate dumped him, he acted differently toward the cheating ex-fiance. He wasn't as sweet and kind to her, instead of more aloof and cold. He opened the door and glared at the blonde who was still poking the doorbell. "What do you want Kate?" He asked, stepping outside and closing the door behind him. He didn't want Charlotte to see the exchange, if only because he knew Charlotte could get violent when she was really upset.

"Fuck you, you bastard. You haven't returned any of my texts, calls, emails, anything. What the fuck is wrong with you?" Kate screamed in a shrill tone as she reached out and slapped Chase across the face. Chase didn't even try to move out of the way, he stood there and took the slap, letting out a low groan as Kate pulled her hand away. She was stronger than she looked, and Chase ended up with a raised red handprint on his cheek and bloodied lip from the force of her backhand. He knew all too well that his face would be brusied in a few hours.

"I don't want to talk with you right now. I took care of the wedding shit, you get to have your spa day. The house stuff is going to take longer." Chase replied, crossing his arms over his chest. "Besides, what is with texting me videos with other people and going out and parting right after you call off the wedding? You really think I'd want to talk with you after that? Everyone thinks that I'm the one that did something and you are not letting me say shit." Chase was talking in a low tone so Charlotte couldn't hear him, but it was clear to Kate that he was fuming. He had no doubt in his mind that Kate might try her sweet and innocent girl schtik now that he was being honest, try to make him feel guilty and make it seem like she was the victim in this whole situation. Chase was ready to shoot her down though, the thought of Charlotte keeping him strong.

 

[Horror_Show]

Charlotte for some reason was in complete shock, panic was coursing through her veins at the fact Kate was here to confront Chase. Then to make it ten times worse Chase mentioned she was here to more than likely bitch or to try to win him back. He quickly added he wasn’t going to let that happen and that made her gulp. Before she could answer he was a few steps below and softly kissed her lips. They were out of sight of being seen through any windows and the front door didn’t have any. He promised to be back and squeezed her hand before preparing himself to deal with his ex. He gave one last look at her, winking before disappearing closing the door behind. Charlotte jogged down the stairs and stood in front of the door. She could immediately hear how furious Kate was, it was easy to hear even with the closed door.

Kate laughed out sarcastically and bored her eyes into Chase. Things were not going as planned. Although she wasn’t exactly sure how things would go according to plan with the break up, they definitely weren’t. She wasn’t expecting Chase to completely write her off and so fucking quickly. “Your not going to talk to me after some minor fuck ups I’ve made? You’re not going to try to it least talk things out? You just want to make me out the horrible cheating girlfriend, so you can be clean? Fucking typical….” She scowled.

“I’ve made some mistakes Chase….but I had to. I was fucking bored out of my god damn mind. There was no excitement…. nothing with you. I had to do something!” She yelled possibly admitting some deeper agenda she shouldn’t have. “I needed space…. time to think…..I needed a good fuck. I’m human.” She said over dramatically.

“Plus its been almost three weeks, the fuck is taking so long with the house. Just sign it over to me….” She scoffed. “Why are you being so fucking complicated….you don’t miss me. I’ve had to been the only good thing in your pathetic life.” She sneered and ended up slapping him again. Even he may have not seen Kate this violent. It was easy to see why. He was no longer in her cage, he could no longer be manipulated and she wasn’t in control and was lashing out like a wild animal.

 

[last_true_romantic]

"Minor fuck-ups?" Chase muttered under his breath. "I tried to talk things out with you. I tried to make things work, but it wasn't enough. I gave you time, space, my trust, even money. You took advantage of all of that and screwed me over royally." Chase's brow was furrowed as he tried his best to stay composed and in control. He wanted to yell and scream, curse her out, but he didn't want Charlotte to hear or see him like that. Kate was the only one who made feel so angry and he didn't want Charlotte, or Kate, to see that.

"You could have told me sooner. You could have said something before I proposed to you. Before we signed the mortgage for the house. Before we planned the wedding. I know this was all going on way before all that. You just didn't say anything, you just ran into someone else's arms while I took care of your every other need." Chase was going to give her a piece of his mind, say all the things he should have said when everything had come to light months ago. "I didn't care about you having sex with other people. I cared that you didn't even bother to tell me it was happening. I had to find out because you drunk texted me and from other people talking about what a good lay you were. You were never honest with me about it when I asked and you gaslighted me. All I ever asked of you was to be honest with me, you couldn't do that?"

When she started talking about the house, his face turned red with fury. Chase had sunk every last penny he had into the house she wanted. Kate hadn't contributed even a dime and she was expecting to get it for free while he was stuck with the mortgage for the rest of his life? That was not going to happen. The last straw was when she said she was the only good thing in his pathetic life. Part of him wanted to rub his new relationship with Charlotte in her face, brag that he had found a woman who was far better in every aspect than Kate, but he didn't want to drag his sister into this. Also, he knew Kate would be the kind of girl to twist what he said around and get both he and Charlotte into trouble somehow. The second slap his the other side of his face, causing him to bite down on his lip and another red mark on his other cheek. He would have a black eye from that one and some blood dripped down his chin onto his shirt from his mouth.

"I trusted you implicitly and gave you so many chances. You just never think of anyone but yourself! Just for that, I'm keeping the damned house. You never paid a cent anyway and its all under my name because of that." Chase wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing the blood across his lips. "Don't come here ever again or contact me. Otherwise, I'm pressing charges for assault you crazy witch." He shouted, unable to contain his rage any longer.

He pointed up to the camera he had installed for his parents last Christmas, a gift from him. It was part of a smart home package he had bought them, it included a camera and a special lock and doorbell so the mailman could leave packages inside if no one was home, or they could unlock the door without a key if they lost it. "Everything is on video and if I see or hear from you again, I'll show it to the cops, my parents, and your parents. You won't be able to hide the truth anymore." Chase's tone and expression were dead serious. Kate had managed to push him too far, way past his breaking point, and Chase was in no mood for her games.

Without another word, Chase opened the door and slipped back inside, deadbolting it behind him and sliding down against the door to the floor. He felt his head spinning, his heart racing, and all he could see was red. Chase didn't even notice that Charlotte was standing just a few feet away and she had probably heard everything. He sat there against the door, head on his knees, and his hands balled into fists on the cool linoleum floor under him.

 

[Horror_Show]

It wasn’t hard to hear the whole blow out between Kate and Chase. The whole time Charlotte inside in front of the door listening. As panic had risen she was unable to do anything but listen. She didn’t know from being inside that Kate had hit him a few times causing some minor injuries. She heard Chase eventually tell her off, her eyes widened as her mouth dropped. She had never heard Chase so angry. Chase was very patient and reserved, it took a lot for someone to press his buttons and Kate had done it. That was for sure. He threatened her and told he was keeping the house. Charlotte took a few steps when she saw the doorknob turning. The poor girl was completely still in shock from everything. Chase had entered the house, closing the door. He let his back fall into the door as he slid to his knees looking defeated. His hands were clenched together. He was breathing hard. Charlotte kept looking from him to the closed door, but Kate was just as in shock. She would eventually leave in silence, she had never seen Chase that way and it was a little scary. Kate had every reason to believe Chase was being honest and could fuck up everything she did gain from the split and she didn’t need charges pressed when she was starting a new nursing job soon. They would hear her car starting and backing out, a new car that Chase had basically paid off for her. Everything she had was because of him.

Charlotte stood there quietly until she finally was able to pull herself to speak. “Chase?” She asked and saw as he finally brought his head up from his knees, to show how much of a mess he was. Her eyes widened.

“Oh…..shit.” She breathed noticing his swollen eye that would be black, his busted lip and how blood was smeared across his lips. She had attacked him. A part of her was blown away by Kate’s violent actions and another part was furious. Then an unknown part kept her frozen, just gawking at him. Not that she would ever want any living soul harmed, but she had this weird dark fetish, where she liked when people looked beat up like they were in a horror or action movie. It was more or less a fictional cosmetic thing in her fan-fictions, or things she picked up in movies. But to see the one person she was in loved with marked up, even though she didn’t want them to be….was slightly a subconscious turn on.

She ran forward getting to her knee’s in front of him at the door letting her hands go over his, they relaxed instantly. Her eyes met his. Her eyes were soft, but he would notice how she looked a little different. Without realizing it her thumb ever so softly smeared some of his blood across his lip. He had his mouth open, so it only made the small act even more erotic than it should have been. Now Charlotte eyes were even more alert, like an addiction was being fed. A small breath escaped her. Without thinking she forcefully pulled his knee’s apart making them go flat so she had access.

In seconds she crushed her lips against his, pressing him harder against the door. She didn’t realize her hands were on both of his wrists, barely holding them down because they were wider than hers. She tilted her head, desperately kissing him. She could taste the blood and feel his swollen lip. He would hear her muffled groans as she made out with him. It would show Chase a different side of his innocent sister. As instantly as it had started, she breathed out breaking the kiss and looked startled, at herself. She was breathing hard looking at him with panic spread across her face. She fell back on her rear letting go of him. They were both sprawled in front of the door. She had stains from his blood on her own lips. She didn’t even know what to say or how to explain anything.

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Chase heard Kate's car rev to life and pull out of the driveway, he was glad for her to be gone now, and for good hopefully. His body was still tensed up and he was still fuming mad and unaware of his sister until she called out to him. He looked up at her, a sad look in his eyes as he winced in pain. Now that the adrenaline rush was over, he felt the stinging in his cheeks, his lips throbbing, and his head aching. In truth, this wasn't the worst shape he had been in after dealing with an enraged Kate. She had even done worse when she wasn't angry, in an effort to provoke him during sex to get what she wanted, it never worked though.

"I'm okay..really." He whispered, trying to give her a smile but wincing again and sucking in a sharp breath. He could taste the blood in his mouth from his cut and bruised lips, the bitter metallic taste all over his tongue and teeth. At the moment, he wanted to get up and wash himself up, but Charlotte's touch stopped him. He froze as his sister's hands touch his, and Chase's whole body relaxed. He looked back into her eyes and saw something different in them. She didn't look scared or worried, but hungry as her thumb caressed his swollen and bleeding lip, which made him wince. He was even more surprised when she moved his knees apart and brought herself closer to kiss him.

Chase's eyes shot open as her lips pressed against his. He let out a pained groan, the pressure of her kissing him and pushing him against the door adding to the dull ache all over his face. He was going to move his hands, but she was holding his wrists down, not hard, but Chase didn't want to fight against his sister. It was strange. Even though the kiss was hurting him, her lips mashing against his not helping to ease the swelling or stinging sensation, he didn't want her to stop. When Charlotte did, he looked at her, like a deer in the headlights, confused and shocked.

Her mouth had his blood on them, the red liquid staining her perfect lips like smudged red lipstick. He swallowed hard and continued to stare for a few more seconds, bafflement written all over his face, but it was also clear that he wasn't upset or mad. All the rage had left Chase. Any and every thought of Kate had left his mind as he tried to puzzle together what just happened. "Uhh..." He said after a long moment of silence and rubbed the back of his neck. "I-I should probably get cleaned up..." Chase said quickly moving to stand. He then noticed that Charlotte's kiss had gotten him rather excited. He knew it had been Charlotte that had because he had never gotten turned on by beating up by Kate. As he stood, Chase tried to use one hand to cover the growing erection that tented his flannel. "I-I-I'll be right b-back." He sounded nervous about the situation, unsure of what to do or say as well.

 

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Charlotte was still on her behind looking just as baffled by what she had just done. Her lips were a tint darker from his blood on her lips. She scooted back, eyes on Chase as he stood seeming just as confused. She was so lost she didn’t notice he had an erection pitching a tent, especially since he tried to hide it. He mentioned getting cleaned up and she nodded up at him, still quiet, ashamed and lost for words. She couldn’t even seem to pull herself up from the floor. She could taste his blood, it was salty and metallic. It must have been the first time she actually tasted blood beside having her wisdom teethe out years ago. She could still hear his painful groan as she mauled him. Then her eye’s saw as he was walking towards the stairs, he had his hand over his private area and was flushed. He was turned on? She blinked as he had quickly retreated upstairs. She sat upright more and put her hands over her face. She rubbed her face and used the back of her hand to wipe her mouth, still seeing just a little bit of the blood, most of it was just stained.

Finally, she pushed off the hard flooring and stood there, she shook her head and now looked annoyed with herself. Great, you are seriously fucked up! Keep this shit up and your be back on your anti-psychotics she thought sarcastically. Huffing she walked into the kitchen, rubbing her face again, she rolled up her sleeves and opened the fridge. She grabbed a carton of unopened minute maid fruit punch and took it to the table, she didn’t even grab a glass. She pulled the cap and seal off and started chugging it. It was one of her favorites and right now she was craving something cold and sweet. She held the carton, licking her mouth and used her free hand to wipe her nose. She was trying to think over how this morning had already turned out a little crazy.

As she sat there. She still couldn’t get the picture of Chase looking up at her as he was vulnerable and injured. It made her clench her mouth shut. Instantly she felt an ache below, she was already sore and sensitive, so it was twice as bad. She shifted uncomfortable in the kitchen chair looking distressed.

 

[last_true_romantic]

Chase left after Charlotte nodded at him. He tried to walk as calmly as he could to the stairs and up to the guest bathroom. One hand was still covering himself as he walked up the stairs. He didn't notice Charlotte glance in his direction as he climbed the stairs. Once up the stairs, he paused and sighed. "What the hell.." He whispered, still trying to process what just happened. He was confused and aroused all at once. He wasn't sure what to think. He wasn't mad, or upset, just surprised, really surprised, at himself and Charlotte.

He didn't move for a minute, the kiss replaying in his head. The sound Charlotte made, the way she took control, how hungry she looked. It was all so...sexy. Finally, he willed his feet to move again and went to the bathroom. The first thing he did was splash cold water on his face. He looked at himself in the mirror and looked at his noticed just how beat up he looked. Both his lips were swollen to twice their size. His left cheek was swelling too, and his right eye would have a nice shiner in a few hours. "How the hell am I going to explain this to mom and dad..." He asked himself, shaking his head. Next, Chase brushed his teeth, without toothpaste, that would aggravate all the cuts, and rinse his mouth out. He managed to spit most of the blood out, but one of the cuts was still clotting.

Chase decided to change his clothes too, not really wanting to wear his blood-stained shirt anymore. He pulled on a black v-neck tee and some dark wash jeans before heading back downstairs. His erection had calmed mostly, but the dark jeans also helped to conceal it. He headed to the kitchen, wanting to try and get back into a normal routine after Kate's unexpected visit. His plan had been to make his little sister breakfast before they were rudely interrupted, and he still wanted to do that. He was still a little dazed when he stepped into the kitchen to find Charlotte there, drinking her favorite juice straight from the carton.

Chase knocked on the frame of the doorway, so he didn't startle her. He knew sometimes when he walked he didn't make much noise, and it would surprise people. "Sorry about all that Char." He said softly, walking over to her. "But, I don't think she'll be bothering us anymore." He offered a hug by holding her arms out open for her. Chase didn't notice her squirming in her seat. He wasn't sure if he should bring up the kiss yet. He still wasn't sure what to say about it.

 

[Horror_Show]

Chase had knocked on the doorway making her turn back to see Chase. He had in fact cleaned up. It least the best he could, he still looked like shit considering he got socked by Kate a few times. He totally seemed fine and walked in saying that Kate wouldn’t be bothering them anymore and he did seem genuinely happy about that. He opened his arms wide as if asking for hug, almost exactly like nothing had happened. She looked a little confused but slowly pushed out of her chair. She would just gawk at him and adverted her eye’s quickly. He would notice she would almost avoid looking at him after that first glance as she reached him. She gave him a hug, but it was more a lazy hug as she rested her head on his chest wrapping her arms around him. Still it was an embrace and she felt his hands secure around her. They stayed like that for a few moments until Charlotte let go. He would notice her demeanor had instantly changed. He would sense her anxiousness and self-doubt.

He offered to cook breakfast, but she shrugged, while rubbing her nose holding the bridge. Obviously, she was struggling with some inner conflict. Right now, she didn’t have a huge appetite, who would after dealing with Kate, her beating Chase and then her randomly getting turned on by how he looked.

“Yeah I’m alright. I chugged half my juice…. I’m good.” She said looking around the kitchen. He would still notice how she refused to have eye contact. “You should get yourself something to eat. I can get something in a bit.” She said grabbing her carton and shoving it back in the fridge.

“I think I’m going to ugh,” she ran a hand through her hair, “gonna go get changed and check my work schedule…” She said not knowing what to say. She just needed to get some distance as she figured herself out. She darted out of the kitchen, jogging upstairs. She could be quick on her feet. She raced to her bedroom and shut the door. She leaned against her door, closing her eyes trying to catch her. Her hands were shaking from how much adrenaline was in her. She didn’t need to check her work schedule, she knew she was off the next two days. Off and home…alone with Chase. She pushed off the door, without a second thought grabbing her earbuds and cell phone. She needed to let out energy and get her head straight. She slipped out of her room plugging in her ear buds. She quietly headed to the finished basement of the house, unaware if Chase had possibly called out to check on her.

In minutes she was on the treadmill jogging at a very steady pace. She was blaring music and kept her breathing steady. The young girl’s hormones were pretty much out of control. Chase had taken her virginity and innocents, but with that he also was playing with fire. She pushed the buttons to make the incline higher and the speed faster, pushing herself. As she was able to handle the quickened pace she pushed herself even more. She could feel it in her knee’s.

 

[last_true_romantic]

Chase had picked up on the fact that Charlotte wasn't looking at him, she seemed to be avoided his gaze entirely. The hug felt more like a half-hearted attempt at one, even though he held her tight against him. Was it because of what had happened just before he cleaned up? The kiss? He could almost feel the anxiety and tension in the air around her but Chase himself still wasn't sure what to say about it.

"I can make breakfast. What do you want?" Chase said as she pulled away from the hug. He wanted to break the tension somehow and maybe get the rest of the day back on the right track. Charlotte was disinterested in breakfast though and insisted that he eat something now and she would eat later. He nodded and decided to make himself just some toast, not feeling very hungry either, but knowing he needed to put something on his empty stomach.

"Uh, okay Char." He replied as she announced that she was going to change and check on her work schedule. He had no idea that the second part was a fib and didn't question her. Chase watched as she jogged up the stairs before making his own breakfast. Charlotte was on her way back down the stairs and down to the basement when he finished. "Char?" He called, then noticed her earbuds. She hadn't heard him. He sighed and cleaned up the kitchen, the kiss replaying in his head again and causing his member to stir. "I've got to talk to her about it. I can't make the same mistakes with her." Chase said to himself as he loaded the dishwasher.

He made his way down to the basement about 15 minutes after she had started jogging. After putting the dishes away, Chase had paced about the kitchen trying to figure out some way to broach the subject of the kiss that wouldn't make his little sister feel like he was judging her. He wasn't, he was just confused. Confused by her reaction to seeing his face all bloodied up, and confused by his own feelings about her reaction. He walked down the stairs and saw her jogging and a quick pace with the incline pretty high up. He could tell she was pushing herself, probably trying to run away from her feelings or drown them out at least. She was facing away from him, so she wouldn't be able to see him descend the stairs.

Chase saw she had her phone, so he decided to text her. "Pause for a second?" He sent it to her and walked over to the treadmill, up behind her. She would be cornered in the little offshoot that the treadmill was hidden. However, if she wanted, Chase wouldn't stop Charlotte from pushing him out of the way so she could retreat. He waited until she turned around and took out her earbuds before he started talking. His right eye was swelling more with each passing minute, and his left cheek as well, making his whole face look puffy and red.

"Charlotte. You know I love you right?" He waited a minute for a response before continuing. "A-about that kiss earlier. You kind of caught me off guard with it and..." He paused, swallowing hard, as he chose his next words. "I mean, I liked it, it was just...different?" He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, looking down at the ground. "Look, I don't want to make the same mistakes with you that I made with Kate. If there is something you like...something you want to explore...just, let's talk it out. Okay? I won't be mad, I won't judge you, I promise. I just..." He looked up, his eyes glassy with tears. "I just want to be enough for you." Chase's voice cracking a little at the thought of Charlotte running off with someone else crossed his mind. It made his heart ache and his chest tightens to think of losing his sister so soon after they had just realized their love for one another.

 

[Horror_Show]

Charlotte kept pushing herself. It didn’t take long for her to be drenched in sweat from heat to toe. She would definitely be sore considering she didn’t normally work out. Her breath got even more labored as she inhaled through her nostrils and exhale through her mouth. That was a harder task than they made it out to be. She kept running, playing through a few songs until her phone went off. She slammed on the emergency stop so she didn’t fall off trying to come to a halt so suddenly. She gripped the edged and swung both of her feet on either side, on the edges as it came to a stop. She breathed out as she grabbed her phone seeing the text message displayed on her lock screen. It was Chase. She turned off her music, still breathing heavily and then turned to see him right there, blocking her exit. She just looked behind, still gripping the bars of the treadmill catching her breath. She finally stepped back down on the still conveyor belt part. She saw his eye was swelling and starting to bruise beautifully. His lips didn’t really any better, puffy with dried blood. Her eye’s shot open, she found herself clenching the treadmill bars. Then he started immediately talking, knowing she was going through something. She tried to not look at him, but he said he loved her and she peaked back up a him as he kept going.

He wanted to address whatever had happened upstairs with her mauling him after just being attacked by Kats. He said he wasn’t judging her and that he liked it but was just confused. Then he mentioned not wanting to make the same mistakes as he did with Kate and if there was anything she wanted to explore to just openly talk about. He kept saying he wasn’t mad, wouldn’t judge and then he completely made her heart ache when he said he was scared of not being enough for her. Here she was thinking she was a horrible worthless person for her fetish and her brother feared losing her. He started tearing up and once again, this would be the third or fourth time she saw him emotional.
Charolotte was still yet trying to get her breath back and looked so distraught. She kept looking in every which direction but couldn’t avoid him, not with him hurt and emotional, it was to much.

“……ugh, god Chase…. your more than enough for me. I’m not leaving you.” She said putting hands over her face and eyes. “I’m sorry….I’m just fucked up.” She said, she was trying not to cry herself and was making faces from trying not to. She let go, exposing her sweaty face, her legs were now feeling weak and hurting. “I’m literally FUCKED up.” She said distinctly mouthing every syllable. She gave up and dropped sitting pathetically on the treadmill in front of him, exhausted.

 

[last_true_romantic]

Even drenched in sweat, breathing hard, and running, Charlotte was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. The sight actually reminded him a bit of their first time. She was breathless and sweating much like she had after their shared orgasm. He felt his manhood twitch as he pictured them in her bed earlier that morning. 'No, I need to focus.' He thought to himself, shaking the image from his head as he waited for her to turn around to face him.

Chase watched his sister's expressions closely as he spoke. He could see she was jumpy and nervous. He had cornered her after all and felt like he was talking a mile a minute. He felt his heart race as the words spilled from his swollen lips and hoped she could understand him, despite the fact that some of his words were mispronounced due to the swelling of his lips.

Chase waited in silence as Charlotte glanced around him after what he said. She looked almost panicked like she was looking for a way out. Chase would give it to her, but only if she asked. In his mind, Charlotte sounded almost annoyed by his worry of her leaving. In truth, she wasn't, but it had sounded that way to him. He watched mouth agape and staring as she apologized and collapsed onto the belt of the treadmill.

She hadn't answered his request or explained herself at all. Only called herself fucked up and apologized. Hearing her say it again made him angry, not at Charlotte, but at the sentiment, she seemed to so vehemently believed about herself. That thought had never crossed his mind, not once, even when he had read her diary entries. Sure, it was different, but if she was fucked up for liking it, and he had gotten aroused by her kissing him in that state, then they were in the same boat.

Chase dropped down in front her just seconds after Charlotte had dropped to her knees. His first instinct was to wrap his arms around his little sister and comfort her, and he did so like he was on auto-piolet. It didn't matter that she was drenched in sweat and shaking from exhaustion, or that they were sitting on the treadmill. Chase held his sister to his chest and rocked her a little in his arms, shushing her quietly and kissing the damp hair that stuck to her sweaty temple. Each kiss made him wince and take in a sharp breath. The salt in her sweat causing his lips to sting, but his urge to comfort her stronger than his urge to avoid discomfort.

He held her like that for a few minutes, just shushing her while he held her close and rocked. "You're not fucked up Char. You're not." He finally said softly, one hand now stroking the back of her head. "But I want to know whats going on. I want you to tell me." Chase begged, squeezing her to his chest briefly. "Please, Char." He whispered against her forehead and gave it a kiss, causing him to groan in pain again from the pressure and stinging from her sweat.

 

[Horror_Show]

Chase had dropped to his knees in front of her on the treadmill. He was on her level now and he so badly needed to console her. He was angry not at her but of the thought of her thinking such awful things about herself. He pulled her into his lap, embracing her strongly, cradling her almost in his lap. The level of intimacy even in these actions were very high. He rocked her and would frequently press his busted lips against her temples, not caring how sweaty she was. Even in her ridiculed state she knew he was in pain. She felt him taking in sharp breaths and wincing and somehow that didn’t help her deal with this any better, but Chase refused to let her go right now. He begged for her to just tell him and reassured her she wasn’t messed up in the head.

"Please, Char." His voice vibrated against her moist skin. She felt his swollen lips once again press against her forehead as he combed back her wet locks. He groaned slightly, and she flinched herself from hearing it, as if it was her only defense against his pain and vulnerability. Once again, the adrenaline was back, it was back even though she was exhausted in his arms. His warmth, his smell, his touch, his voice, accented with his pain and his physical damages were sending her over the top. She shifted a little in his lap, exhaling, almost whining. She buried her head into his chest. She felt herself, she was wet. She felt disgusting on top of being aroused. She finally brought her head up slowly to look at him, her eyes glazed over.

“What you do you wanna know….your hot. Hotter how you are now.” She said clenching her eyes shut to not look at him. “I have this thing for people looking bloody, bandaged….hurt, like they are in a horror movie or something. Its just a fictional thing….with like actors I like, its not supposed to be real.” She didn’t even know if she was making any sense. “Fuck……..” She breathed out again. “I didn’t mean to hurt you before….I don’t want anyone hurt, I swear….its just a thing” She said, thinking she caused him more pain when she hadn’t.

 

[last_true_romantic]

When Charlotte shifted in his lap, her legs brushed up against his crotch, causing it to throb again. The thought of her, sweaty and panting on top of them hours ago rushing back as she buried her head in his chest. Chase let out a low moan and closed his eyes, trying to push the thoughts back. He wanted her to have his full attention when she explained herself, but it was hard. The smell of her sweat, the warmth of her body close to his, the sound of her breathing, it all got to Chase. He felt guilty for being so aroused as she sat upset in his arms, even more so when she looked up at him with glazed over eyes.

Her words hit him like a brick. "Hotter how you are now..." At first, Chase was confused, but the taste of blood in his mouth reminded him of his current state. He must look a complete mess and yet, Charlotte found that attractive? Chase glanced down at his sister who looked like she was trying to curl her body into a tiny ball. He could swear he heard a twinge of disappointment, maybe guilt or disgust, as she explained what she meant. Though Chase didn't understand why she found it attractive, at least not in the moment, it didn't make him think of Charlotte any differently than before. He loved her, to the end of the universe and back, unconditionally, and this fetish didn't change that.

"Actually...about that, before..." He said, moving one hand to her chin and lifting it to face her. "What you did to me..it didn't hurt at all, well, not in a bad way..." He tried to explain. This was all fairly new territory for him too, well, except what he was about to admit to. It was one reason he had stayed with Kate for so long, despite knowing about her infidelity. She had really been the only woman to be okay with meeting one of his desires. Chase was asking Charlotte to be honest, so it was only fair for him to admit his own truth as well. "When you took charge like that. Kissed me so hard and held me down..." He took a breath and looked into her glassy eyes. "It was really hot when you took charge. I really liked it. Like, a lot..." Chase sounded a little nervous as he admitted his own kink, if only because Kate had drilled it into him that it made him less of a man and undesirable. "So, see. You aren't the only one..." He shrugged, hoping that this would at least help to ease some of her uncertainty about her kink. In time he would share with her some of his other interests, but he didn't feel like it was a good time right then.

 

[Horror_Show]

Chase pulled her gently up to face him. He told her that he liked what she had done to him and it hadn’t hurt him, it least not in a bad way. Then he admitted that when she took charge and kissed him he liked it a lot, hinting he had some of his own darker desires. Of course, she didn’t know half of the sexual abuse he had endured with Kate. Kate would hurt and humiliate him while being in charge, but Charlotte would never want to cause Chase any direct harm. Chase already knew that. So, while they were coming from two opposite ends on sexual experience they would share more similar desires. Really, it was just to make the other person happy at any cost. Charlotte seemed a little surprised by his announcement. In a way his confession took the attention off of her direct fetish for the moment and focused on his.

“….Oh.” was all she got out, in a small word, but it was cute how she said it. She finally was starting to understand he was okay with everything. He wasn’t judging her, and he admitted to liking it. She finally looked back at him, she frowned, but it was a frown almost with a hidden half smile as she really did feel sorry. She knew he must be in some pain, but at the same time he was fucking hot like that. She forced herself to keep looking at him. He was gorgeous, he was anyway but with his injuries it only made it worse.

“So you liked it then? You like….being submissive then?” She asked, while gulping. He nodded. His nod was quick and was adorable in itself, as if he was a little nervous to about being so open. Without knowing it her right hand was trailing down his shoulder as she looked down.

“……I want you,” she said as her hands had found their way above the zipper and button of his pants. “Now” She mouthed while using her hands to push up his shirt feeling his navel. She started fumbling, now using both hands to unbutton and unzip his jeans. She just undid his jeans but didn’t do anything more, it least for now.

“……Up.” She said in a shaky voice. She was nervous, she wasn’t used to making commands or being in control. Hell she wasn’t use to the high arousal she felt or use to having sex, all of this was new to her. She watched as his facial expression changed, but he just nodded and scooted back off the treadmill, almost scrambling to his feet. Soon as he managed to get to his feet she eyed him. There was a small half bath in the downstairs. Charlotte made Chase back into it. Soon as they were in, she used her left hand to shut the door and locked it. They were confined in the small space.