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Family Matters, pt 6 (an erotic story)
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Family Matters, pt 6 (an erotic story) After a few more minutes, I reluctantly pulled away. “Get dressed, Charley, I’ll be downstairs.” Not taking the chance of looking at him again, I left the room and went back downstairs. Searching for something to keep my thoughts occupied, I decided to check my messages. I picked up my cell phone and started dialing before I realized that I was out in the country and couldn’t get a signal to save my life. I hollered up the stairs, “Mind if I use the phone, Charley?” “Of course not, hon. Help yourself.” He replied. The whole “hon” deal…I wasn’t sure what to think about that. My immediate reaction was pleasure. I felt a tingle of warmth go through me when he called me ‘hon’. Then, I was worried, because it seemed to imply that we had some kind of relationship here. He’d never called me ‘hon’ before as his annoying sister in law. I decided to worry about it later, and I picked up the phone. Dialing into my voice mail, I heard that I had 2 messages. The first was from work, telling me that since the clinic director was on vacation, as were three of his underlings, they decided to close the clinic for the week, which left me with nothing to do but ponder my current exasperating predicament. They wanted me to stick around town, though. In case there was an emergency with a patient, I’d be the go-to girl. The second message, appropriately enough, was from Todd. He said he missed me, and told me that there had been some major wind damage at his parents’ place. Apparently the same storm front that blew through here did a number up there. He said a couple of trees were down, some windows knocked out, and damage to the barn. He said he was going to stay up there for another week or so to help sort everything out. He asked me, ironically enough, to let Charley know. Todd said he’d tried to call the night before, but the phones were down or something. He said his usual parting words, “I love ya, be good!”, promised to call later in the week, and hung up. I felt like the world’s biggest louse. When Charley came downstairs, I was sitting on the couch crying. “Sunny, what’s wrong??” he asked, looking very concerned. “It’s Todd. He called and left a message last night. He’s staying up there another week.” I told Charley what Todd had said about the storm damage, and then I told him that I have the whole week off. “I should have gone with him, damnit, then none of this would have happened! Now what am I going to do? I have a whole week to rattle around the house thinking about what a horrible person I am. Oh, God, I can’t handle this!” “Shh, shhh…its okay. This is not a problem, and you are not a horrible person. Look, I’m going to take care of this, okay? You stay right here. I’ll be back in a minute and then we’ll talk, okay?” I looked up at him, so thankful for his take-charge personality, and the tears abated somewhat. Charley walked over to the phone and dialed. I soon realized that, much to my horror, he had called up to his parents’. He talked to his Dad for a minute, about the damage, and then asked to speak to Todd. I was so scared he was going to say something about what had happened between us, but all I could do was sit on the couch and stare in perfect horror, listening to their conversation. “Hey Todd, how’s it going? ….Yeah? ….Geez, sounds pretty bad. …Huh? ….Yeah, Sunny came by last night actually…yeah, she was missing the country, and we started talking about the plans for the house….yeah, she seems really excited….Yeah, the storm was pretty bad down here, lots of<b> rain </font></b>and lightning….Yeah, she was here until late, and once it started raining, I was worried about her driving, so I made her stay here for the night….no problem, Todd (he cringed)….yeah, no problem at all. Look, ah, we actually have a lot more to work out on these plans, and with all the<b> rain </font></b>this week, I can’t get much done outside. Would you mind if I asked Sunny to stay out here while you’re gone? It’d be more convenient, and she did say she was missing the country, needed some time away and all….oh, yeah, her clinic’s closed this week, but she’s on call…yeah….okay, well, yeah, I know neither of us needs your permission, but….yeah, (cringe) I know you trust us both….(now he looked mortified, as did  …okay Todd. Listen, take care, and hurry back, okay? Lots of work to do down here! Alright, give Mom my love…see ya!”I just looked at him, fully expecting to feel even more miserable than I already did, but for some reason, I felt better. I guess knowing that, at least on some level, I had Todd’s permission to be here, that I wasn’t sneaking around or anything, made me feel better. That, and knowing that I didn’t have to spend the week alone in town, pondering things. I also have to admit that it felt nice to know that Charley wanted me here for the week. Charley hung up the phone and came over to sit by me. “I hope that didn’t upset you too much. I just thought you might feel a little better if he knew, at least some of the story. I didn’t expect him to throw in all that trust stuff, though. That hurt.” I was amazed at his perception, amazed that he knew that would help me, when I didn’t even know. I looked at him in awe. “You really want me to stay here?” I asked incredulously. “Only if you want to. But I thought it might be nice, we’d have more chance to talk, maybe work through this whole mess together. And you don’t seem like you want or need to be alone right now.” Again, that he could be so perceptive just astounded me. I looked into his eyes, sensing his complete sincerity, and said simply, “Thank you, Charley.” He smiled at that, and put his arm around me, hugging me close to his side. I rested my head on his shoulder, and we just sat there for a minute, in silence. I don’t do silence very well. Soon I piped up with, “What are we going to do, Charley?” “I don’t know, hon, but we need to figure something out.” I smiled inwardly at the ‘hon’ that time, it was really starting to grow on me. “I think the first thing we need to do is go get some fresh air. Why don’t we go get you some clothes and stuff from your house, and then go out for breakfast?” Charley asked, standing up. “Well, that sounds like a good idea. But Charley, I need to ask you something first. Or maybe, I need you to understand something first.” He looked at me quizzically, so I continued. “This week…I don’t want you to have any…expectations…or anything….I mean, I just don’t want….” “Hold it right there. Let me set this straight. I’m asking you to stay with me because we care about each other and because we’re in a big old mess that we have to work through. I do NOT expect anything to happen between us. If I’m being perfectly honest, I have to say that I don’t think I’d object if it did, but I do not expect it. I didn’t ask you to stay with the idea that we’d have sex…okay?” I was happy that there was no pressure, then disappointed by the fact that he didn’t expect it, then pleased by the knowledge that he still wanted it, but was just being too much of a gentleman to expect it. “Okay, fair enough.” I replied, with a small smile. “No expectations, no disappointments. Now let’s get going.” Charley pulled a flannel shirt on over his t-shirt, then offered one to me. I was going to put my shirt from yesterday back on as a jacket, but I decided to take his instead. I liked wearing his clothes, and he liked seeing me wear them, so why not? What could it hurt? We headed out to the truck. In hindsight, it may well have been that kind of free-spirited thinking that got me into this mess in the first place. I really need to work on that. -to be continued  "We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." ] |
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6/23/2007 5:30 am |
that was very hot and erotic.
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