CHAPTER 2
I can’t help but laugh as I quietly step out of the Uber. The driver takes off pretty quick, no doubt happy to be rid of me. I’m not a big tipper.
Taking in a few deep breaths, I do my best to steady myself there on the sidewalk. I take a minute, get myself collected. I knew I’d be asking for it, coming home late and a little spacy. But I still feel pretty confident I can sneak in alright. Hell, I did it all the time in high school!
I’m nearly to the steps leading up to the front door when the outside light goes on.
“Fuck!” I say under my breath. A moment later the door opens. There’s Charlie, looking all gruff and stern and fatherly. I roll my eyes. This was the last thing I needed tonight!
“Well, well, well… look what the cat’s dragged in.”
“S-sorry I’m lllaaate,” I manage, my face going red as soon as the words are out of my mouth. God, I’m a lot more high than I thought, slurring my words like that. Fuck!
“My, my… you sound a little off there, Beverly.”
“I’m juuussst sleeeepy.”
“And…” he leans forward, “stoned, it smells like. You been drinking, too?”
I glance up at him with my glassy eyes, quickly look down as the look on my face confirms his suspicions.
“Nope.”
“Oh, don’t lie. I bet you’re drunk as fuck.”
I do look up then, give him a defiant look. “I’m not. Wanna breathalyze me?”
He folds his arms in front of himself. “My, talking back now, eh? Tsk, tsk, tsk . What am I going to do with you, young lady?” “I’mmmm going to b-b-bed.”
I make to walk up the steps and past him. He puts a hand on my shoulder, stops me. I’m force to look up at him.
“You broke two of the rules tonight, Bev. You came home late and you didn’t show me respect.”
That’s it. I just can’t take it anymore. I’m not some little kid. I’m an adult and I’m going to act like one.
“You go fuck yourself, Charlie,” I say, some of my words coming out a bit weird.
Charlie says nothing, just grabs me forcefully by the arm. He spins me around so I’m facing him, and just inches from his face, too.”What did you say, young lady?” “You fuckin’ heard me!”
“I’m not going to fuck myself.”
“No? Then fuck you!”
” You’re going to fuck me.”
The quick retort I had planned dies in my throat. I blink my eyes a few times, wondering if I just heard correctly.
“That’s right, you naughty, stupid little brat,” Charlie says, and that does make my eyes go wide. Charlie never swears! “You’re going to fuck me… or at least suck me off.”
“What?!?”
“You fuckin’ heard me.”
When I stand there, dumbstruck and at a loss for words, Charlie puts his hands on my shoulders, looks me straight in the eye.
“Get on your knees, unbutton my pants, take out my cock, and put it in your mouth.”
And then he starts to press down on my shoulders, pushing me to the ground, to my knees.
I can’t believe this is happening.
This is so unlike my stepdad! I never knew he thought about me like this. I mean, yeah… I’ve seen him look at me sometimes, and I figured I probably had masturbated thinking about me at least once or twice… but this? Fuck!
I have to admit… I’m kinda turned on by it. Charlie might be a real asshole, but he’s an incredibly buff and in-good-shape asshole. He’s in security, something a lot of retired military men do. That’s one of the big reasons mom doesn’t have to work anymore he’s got the military pension coming in plus the huge paycheck from the security firm. In other words, he’s risking nothing by having me suck his cock. Mom can’t afford to leave him. He has me and he knows it.
He continues to press down and I stop resisting. It’s because I want this, too. I lower myself to my knees and find myself facing his crotch. I see a faint bulge there. His cock is growing for me already. I’ve always wondered how big my stepdaddy is. And the way mom’s so fucking religious… do they do it any way but missionary? Something tells me I’m going to find out.
I reach my hand out and start undoing Charlie’s belt.
The metal clinks and the fabric rustles as I get it open. Then I unbutton his pants, zip down his fly. I reach my hands into his pants, feel his thick cock there pulsing for me. It’s very hard and very big. It’s veiny, too. Even feeling it through his boxer shorts I can tell that much.
I find the opening in his boxers and pull his cock out of it.
He’s very hard for me, probably his full size. I look up at him, see him staring down at me. He gives a slight nod as if to say it’s alright. I slowly lower my head down to his cock. I stick my tongue out, flick it over his big, purple head.
“Ugh!” he grunts at the feel. His cock twitches in my hand, jolts forward eagerly for more.
I give one big, long lick over that fat head of his, then another and then another. Then I take that head into my mouth, suck on it slightly while looking up at him. His eyes are shut tight and he’s clenching his jaw. I can tell he likes it, really likes it a lot.
That’s when I start sucking harder. I know most men just love to have the head of their cock sucked as hard as humanly possible, and that’s what I do for Charlie here. His breathing increase and he shifts a bit on his feet. More grunting noises come out of him. I can tell that if I keep this up, he’ll blow his load all down my throat.
Strangely, I really like the idea of that.
I reach my hand out and cup his balls, start massaging them in my hand. With my other hand I grab his ass, squeeze it and rub one of the cheeks. And with my mouth I start taking more of his big cock into me, deeper to
the back of my throat, then releasing him to just the tip of his head before swallowing him back down.
“Oh baby, yes!” he coos, and I can’t help but smile around his thick dick.
My lips move up and down his shaft, faster and faster. I rub him with my hand, massage those balls with my fingers. I look up at him with seductive eyes and every now and then he’ll look down at me. But only for a moment. The sight is too much for him and he has to close his eyes, throw his head back up.
I can tell he’s in ecstasy. I can tell he never gets this from mom. A part of me likes that, likes this little secret we’re creating. I suck and suck, giving him his pleasure. And then he’s there. “Yes, yes…. take it, take it all… take my hot cum!”
He shoots it out at me then, a big rope of hot cum right into the back of my mouth. He jerks out of me then, starts spraying it all over my face. I just close my eyes and take it, let him have his fun, let him have his punishment over me.
The reprimand from Charlie, the blowjob, and now all the hot cum covering my face and hair… all of it really sobered me up. I get up off my knees and walk past Charlie. He’s still panting and breathing heavily from the orgasm I just gave him. I say nothing, just head upstairs. I don’t even go to the bathroom to wash the cum off me. I just head straight to my room and get into bed. I’m asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.
Oh… Jesus!
I put a hand to my head as I slowly woke up. The world is spinning, I feel nauseous. And that taste in my mouth… WTF?!?
Choking back a few gags, I pull myself out of bed and take stock. I remember going to the party last night. I remember calling an Uber. I remember getting in the Uber… and then… nothing.
“Jesus, Beverly… not again.”
I sigh and roll my eyes and stand up, slowly so I don’t get sick. The truth is, this happens all the time. But usually I’m home, with Sid, and he can keep tabs on me.
At least one thing is good I somehow made it inside last night without waking up mom or Charlie. Mom I probably could have handled I’d done so countless times before growing up. But Charlie, well…. Charlie was another beast entirely.
God, I don’t want to think of what might have happened had he caught me. God, why can’t I remember what happened last night? I only had that one bowl. Damn, it must have been strong shit.
But then a few memories start to come back. A flash of… my stepdad’s cock hard and quivering in front of my face? WTF?!? That’s not right! That’s not real… is it?
I’m pulled from my thoughts by an amazing smell bacon. I can smell its distinct odor coming from downstairs. Someone’s cooking in the kitchen, probably mom. Now my tummy won’t stop growling. I need hangover food, now.
I check my look in the mirror, brush my hair back a bit, wipe the sleep from my eyes. Then I head out into the hallway and downstairs to the kitchen. My eyes go wide when I see Charlie there, wearing an apron and working over the stove. Now I see he’s got eggs and toast going as well. My stomach growls at the thought of nourishment.
“You’re up,” he says, casting a glance over his shoulder as I come in.
“Mmm,” I go, not really feeling like talking just yet. Charlie shrugs and I move over to the kitchen table, take a seat, start scrolling through my phone.
We ignore each other while Charlie finishes his cooking. He gets a plate for each of us, puts a good amount of eggs and two slices of toast on each. And that bacon, oh, that yummy bacon.
“Coffee?” he asks as he sets the plates down. I shake my head and he takes a seat, grabs his morning paper and starts reading it. I sit back and listen to the paper rustle, try to figure out how to bring this delicate subject up.
“So…” I say, my fork moving the eggs on my plate around, “… about last night.”
“What about it?” Charlie says, his eyes on the newspaper before him.
“Everything… went alright, huh?”
“Everything what?”
“I mean… I went out with some friends. You and mom were… okay, right?”
He dips the newspaper down a bit, peers over the top of it at me. “Why wouldn’t we be?”
“I dunno, I just…”
Now he sets the paper down altogether. He folds his hands in front of himself, leans forward. “Beverly, what are you trying to say?”
“Um…” He cocks his head forward even more, raises his eyebrows. He clearly expects something from me now. Fuck , why’d I have to start this stupid conversation in the first place?
Now I’m trapped. I’m sitting here trying to fish it out of him, how fucked up I was last night, what idiot things I did… but I can’t come right out and say it. But clearly my ‘beating around the
bush’ on the matter didn’t help, either. In fact, it seems to have made things worse. Fuck!
“Beverly, it was a typical Friday night at home for us. Your mother and I did some light reading, watched a little TV, turned in early.
I don’t know what you think might have happened, but I can assure you, it did not.” I let out a sigh. “Alright, I guess that’s what I was getting at.” “Good,” he says, and picks the paper back up, and starts drinking his coffee again. And I go back to moving the eggs around on my plate.