Charlie Savage
by Daddy's Boy and Brother Ted

This story describes a very strange family. In this story there will be lies, deceit, murderous intentions, and a lot of sex. This story contains scenes depicting both homosexual and heterosexual sex scenes. This story features a chemical that doesn't exist in reality. The story describes sexual relationships and acts between males and females of various ages and even incestuous acts. If you are offended by this, don't read the story. This story may be long, but I'm not promising anything. I do promise to update it as much as possible. I would like to hear what you all think of this story, but please don't make requests. The story is finished by the time the first chapter is posted to any site.

I'd also like to introduce the writing of my brother, Ted. He wrote parts of this story with me, so he gets at least half the credit. I'd like to take this time to thank Kandor259 for editing the story and at least trying to make us sound like we know what we're writing about. Go to https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html and donate to Nifty to keep the site free and give us all something to read.

It's been brought to my attention that there is no sex in this story so far. I'd like to let you know that though this is an erotic story, it is telling a story. There will be sex, probably a lot of it. Please be patient.

Charlie Savage
Chapter 3

I still hadn't had sex with my father. I wasn't sure what I was waiting for. We'd slept naked in the same bed, showered together, and he'd basically been offering himself to me for days. I still kept telling him that if he wanted a divorce, I had a plan. It was like every time he offered himself to me I countered with the divorce plan. He wasn't getting upset about it, but I wanted him to divorce my mother. I didn't know why it mattered so much to me, but it did.

"So, did you get Dr. Epping to agree to do Edguardo's surgery pro bono?" he asked.

We were lying in bed. My head was on his chest and his arm was around me. I was resting my hand on his stomach, trying to decide if I wanted to just take his dick in my hand and instigate a night of sex. I knew that if I did, he'd be available to me for as long as I wanted. I just still wasn't exactly sure that I wanted it. After all, this was the man who had tried to kill me so many times. He'd told me that he hated me, that he'd never wanted me to be born, and that I'd ruined my mother.

"Yeah," I said. "He's supposed to call Manuel and Maria in the morning."

"That's good," he said as he held me tighter.

It was doing a job on me. He was so affectionate that I was beginning to slip. Then I had a thought. If he hated me so much, maybe having sex with him was in itself a form of revenge. I mean I hadn't told him he had to do it, but he'd not have offered if I hadn't told him that I was his favorite person in the world. My mind must have been made up because I wrapped my hand around his dick and started to stroke him. He moaned.

"You were already hard," I said.

"I'm really in the mood," he said. "I was hoping you'd want to have sex."

"Well, I've never had sex before," I said. "You'll have to be patient with me."

"If you keep stroking me, I'll cum," he said. "Then it'll be over."

I stopped stroking him immediately. He pushed me until was lying flat on my back. Then he slid down the bed until he could take my dick into his mouth. Now, I'd been masturbating for a few years by that point, and it was always the most amazing feeling. Nothing could have prepared me for the feeling of his warm mouth and tongue working my dick, though. I moaned as he took me all the way down to my pubes. He did that a few times before he stopped and slid back up the bed.

"Why'd you stop?" I asked. "It felt great."

"I know how it feels," he said. "But I want that dick in my ass tonight."

"What do I have to do to get you ready for that?" I asked.

"Well, I'm already ready for it," he said. "I've been shoving my fingers up my ass all evening, and I had a toy up there for about two hours."

"All right," I said. "What do I do?"

"Let me," he said as he reached into the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lubricant.

I just laid there as he got up on his knees, rubbed some lubricant into his ass hole, and then onto my dick. Then he straddled me, holding my dick up. Before I knew it, he was sliding down on me, impaling himself. His eyes bored into mine as he did it. It felt amazing. It was like a silky warm vice was pressing against my ass from all sides. His green eyes took on a look of concentration and then he was sitting on my crotch. He put a hand on my stomach and held me in place. I assumed this meant for me to stay still. I did that. He closed his eyes and threw his head back while I laid there and waited for what obviously came next.

Then he looked into my eyes again and started to ride me. It was amazing. His ass was so tight and awesome. He kept watching me as he moved up and down on my dick. Then he pulled off of it. He turned and laid back on the bed. He told me to get between his legs, so I positioned myself. Then his ankles were resting on my shoulders. He told me to put it in him, so I lined it up and pushed. It went in really easily, and he moaned, pushing his head back against the pillow.

"Now fuck me," he said.

So I fucked him. I fucked him hard and fast, and I fucked him slow and steady. He moaned and gripped the sheets in his fists as I fucked him. Then he reached up and pulled me down until he could kiss me. He shoved his tongue in my mouth and made out with me. I didn't know what I thought about it at first, but I quickly figured out that liked to make out. We made out while I gave him short jabs with my dick. He was moaning into the kiss, but I just kept going. I couldn't get over how good it felt to fuck him. All too soon, I felt my balls draw up against my body, and that tingling feeling started in my toes and worked its way up my legs to encompass my body.

"I'm going to cum," I said.

"Yes," he said. "Cum inside me. I'm almost there."

Then I slammed my pelvis against his ass and shot deep inside of him. He painted his stomach and chest with cum. Spent, I collapsed against him, effectively gluing myself to him with his cum. He wrapped his arms around me, and then we were making out again. My dick was still in his ass, and it hadn't gone soft. I thought that if we kept making out, I'd be fucking him again in no time. He must have known that because he pushed me back.

"We need a shower," I said with a chuckle.

Twenty minutes later, we were back in bed after a hot shower. My father pulled me until my head was on his chest. Then I settled down and went to sleep. I have no way of knowing if he had wanted to talk about what had happened between us or not. However, I woke up to him sucking my dick, so maybe he had nothing else to say last night. I only woke up as I shot a load into his throat. He came up with a smile on his face.

"Morning," he said.

"Morning," I replied, grinning like an idiot. "That was some alarm clock."

"Well, get a move on," he laughed. "You don't want to miss breakfast."

"Right," I said with a sigh.

I swung my legs off the bed and stood up. I stretched and yawned before I stepped over to the dresser to get underwear and socks. Then I grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from the closet and quickly got dressed. I went into the bathroom as soon as my father came out. He was dressed for work, so I knew that he would be in a hurry once we were on the road. I used the toilet, washed my hands, and brushed my teeth. Then I followed my father out of the bedroom and down the hall to the stairs.

"You have that group thing tonight," he said. It was Friday after all.

"Yeah," I said with a sigh. "Fun, fun."

"You need to hang out with kids your age," he said as we descended the stairs.

"Well, after tonight, I'll know what all the fuss is about," I laughed as we made our way to the dining room. Mr. Hassan was putting breakfast on the table as we came in.

"Morning, Elizabeth," said my father.

"Good morning, Alan," she replied. Then she looked at me and smiled. "You really gave it to him last night, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess," I said as I slid into my seat. I was a bit embarrassed that she knew about what had gone on between me and my father the night before.

"That should settle him down in that department for a while," she said, grinning still. "You're quite the stud, it seems."

"Thanks," I said, wishing that she would shut up about it.

"He's got a group date tonight," said my father. "What time will you be home?"

"I'm not sure," I said. "We're not leaving until eight. We'll see the ten o'clock show."

"Curfew is at midnight," Mother said.

"Well, I'm sure we'll be all right," I said. "Just don't wait up for me."

A little later in the car, I asked Alan if he'd told my mother about what happened between us the night before. He told me that she'd been standing at the door for most of it, watching everything. I told him that from now on the door would be closed and locked. I didn't need her watching me fuck my father. I was more determined than ever to get them divorced. I just had to figure out who my mother should be sleeping with. I'd considered Carlos, but I liked the man. I didn't need to make him lower himself. I'd find one sooner or later.

At school, I was shocked to see Tommy Markham was back. I learned through the grapevine that he did not have to register as a sex offender. He hadn't been arrested for indecent exposure, either. He'd just been suspended, and his parents had punished him. He glared murder at me, though. He also seemed to be very upset with Jackson Epping, who made it a point to say hello to me every time he saw me. It would have been funny if it wasn't so damned interesting.

At lunch, I was surrounded by Jason, Eric, Raina, Laura, Jackson, and a very upset Tommy. Annabelle sat very close to me. We talked about the group outing that Jason and Eric had planned. It was decided that Jason and I would just go home with Eric. We'd pick the girls up at seven. I went along with it. Jackson asked what we were doing, but because he didn't have a girlfriend, he wasn't invited. Tommy just glared at me. After lunch, I cornered Jackson and looked him in the eye. Then I told him to tell me all about Tommy Markham.

"He's the only son of Cathy and John Markham," he said. "He gets good grades, but he doesn't seem to like many people. We've been friends since grade school. He doesn't get along with my brother, but he and I have been fucking me for a little more than a year."

"Okay," I said. I was a little shocked that he'd just come out and told me that he and Tommy had been having sex, but this ability was strange. "I need to talk to Tommy. You set it up for me."

"Okay," he said with a grin. "When are we going to hang out?"

"Soon," I said as I walked away from him.

The truth was, I wasn't sure I wanted to hang out with Jackson Epping. I supposed I could find out all about him and his brother and use whatever I found against Jackson. Rick had never done anything to me, so I wasn't all keen to get back at him for anything. No, the bullies that had it coming were Jackson Epping and Tommy Markham. I just hadn't decided how I was going to get them.

"What are you spacing about?" Eric asked from beside me, throwing a wadded piece of paper at my head.

"Something that my dad said this morning," I lied. "It's nothing major, but I think my parents might be divorcing."

"That sucks," he said. "But mine are divorced, and we're doing fine. It's just me, Dad, and my older brother. He's taking us on this little outing tonight."

"Cool," I said with a grin.

"So, you and Annabelle," he said, giving me a look.

"What about us?" I asked though I was pretty sure I knew what he was getting at.

"What's going on there?" he asked, grinning.

"Nothing so far," I said. "We've only seen each other at school."

"True," he said. "But tonight might change things."

"It might," I agreed. "We'll see."

When the bell rang, I followed Jason and Eric out of the classroom. As luck would have it, our lockers were realy close to each other, so I followed them to the locker bay. I put all of my books in the locker and close it. The other two seemed shocked that I didn't have homework. I told them I never had homework, because I finished it all in Study Hall, and the last class rarely gave us homework. They were still amazed.

Eric's brother's name was Trevor, and he had the same shaggy brown hair as Eric, though his was a bit tamed by product. It was also a lot shorter. He had the same amber eyes as Eric, but his looked more focused and sure. The van he drove had rows of seats in the back. Eric sat in the passenger seat, and Jason and I sat behind them in the first bench seat. Eric talked a mile-a-minute about the girls and how much fun we'd have at the mall. I'd never spent any time at the mall, so I didn't know what to do there that was fun. Of course, this would be my first time in the movie theater as well, but they didn't need to know that.

"So, you're mom and dad aren't getting along?" Eric asked, suddenly forcing me to talk about my parents as though it was common fodder for conversation.

"I don't know what they're problem is," I said. "They're not sleeping in the same bedroom now, and suddenly I'm my father's favorite person in the house. It's really strange."

"What's your dad's name?" Trevor asked, speaking his first words to me. I liked the deep timbre of his voice.

"Alan Savage," I said. "Why?"

"Because my dad talks about this old friend of his that he misses," he said. "He said his name is Alan Savage. When Eric told me that Charlie Savage was coming home with him, I got to wondering if you were Alan's son."

"Well, if my dad and your dad are old friends, maybe we can reconnect the two of them," I said.

"You talk like an adult," Jason said beside me. He gave me his crooked grin that the girls in school went nuts over.

"I read a lot," I countered.

"That's a great idea about our dads," Trevor said. "We'll have to figure out how to set it up."

"Sure," I said, thinking that Trevor's dad might just be the guy that my father had been having sex with as a teenager.

Their house wasn't anything like ours. It was a two-story house with white clapboard siding and a slate roof. The shudders on the windows matched the roof. The yard was immaculate with each shrub trimmed to perfection. I wondered who's job that was as I followed the boys up the front walk to the front door that was red. Trevor used a key to open the door. Then I followed behind the boys to the inside of the Anice house.

The house was bigger on the inside than it had looked on the outside. There was a staircase up the wall to the left of the door. Archways opened to either the living room or the dining room. I followed the boys up the carpeted stairs to the second floor. Trevor said something about telling him when we were ready and walked to the back of the hallway to a room at the end of the hall. We followed behind him, but Eric led us through the door to the room next to Trevor's.

His room was definitely a boy's room. There were soccer and baseball posters all over his walls. I did notice that there were no posters of hot models or any females on the walls and thought that was a bit odd. His full-sized bed was covered with an Orlando City Soccer Club blanket. He had a computer desk with a modest computer set-up. His dresser was covered with soccer and baseball trophies. He also had two blue bean bags on the floor. Jason sat on one, so I sat on the other. Eric sat in his computer chair.

"Where's your dad?" I asked.

"He's working, probably," Eric replied. "He's on-call all of the time now."

"What does he do?" I asked.

"He's a service rep for a drug company," Eric replied.

"My dad's a chemist," I said. "He works for a drug company, but he wants to branch out on his own."

"He should talk to my dad about that," Eric said with a smile. "Hey, if they were friends once, they could go into business together."

"We'll have to see about that," I said with a smile.

When I stopped talking, I saw that Jason was looking at me. Jason was a really good looking guy that the girls in school swooned over any time he walked by them. His dark hair was cut short, almost buzzed. His gray eyes were sexy as hell, and his body was sculpted by his time in the gym. I didn't know exactly what he did at school, because I only had that one class with him, but I knew he did something. I just liked to look at him. It had the potential to become a problem for me. I just had to make sure that it didn't. After that, we talked about anything and everything. Jason and Eric talked about the fact that Eric had quit the soccer team. I said nothing to this because I didn't know what to say. Eric told Jason that he was only playing baseball in the summer park district league from now on. I got the distinct impression that Eric had something against the school. I didn't offer anything or ask anything. This wasn't something I had any involvement with.

"Well, at least Raina didn't break up with you after it all went down," Jason said.

"Yeah," he said. "We talked it all out, and though her dad told her to break up with me, she didn't."

"Her dad's an ass," he said. Then he looked at me. "Raina's dad is the soccer coach at school."

"I knew that," I said.

"There was a big blow-up last year because of Tommy Markham," Jason said. "He accused three people of pissing in his locker and ruining his clothes. Eric was one of them. He got suspended from the team for two weeks because of it. When the suspension was over, Tommy told him he'd get him, so Eric quit the team."

"Tommy Markham is a real piece of work," I said. "He'll get what's coming to him, though."

"You know something?" Eric asked, looking at me expectantly.

"Nothing," I said. "I just believe that karma will get him."

"Karma?" Eric asked. "He hasn't had any bad karma other than someone pissing into his locker."

"Give it time," I said, as I thought what I might do to him with my new gift.

"He got suspended and nearly ended up on the sex offender list just a few weeks ago," Jason said. He smiled at me as he said it. He must have known I had been responsible for what had happened. "He pulled his dick out and waved it at you. Then he was caught by the dean. He was arrested, but they didn't press charges. He just got suspended. He's back in school now."

"What's Jack Epping's problem?" Eric asked. "He looked at you today like you were the prince of somewhere."

"I don't know," I said. "Last week he seemed to be afraid of me after he kissed Adam Vance in the lunch line."

"Oh, I remember that," Jason said with a chuckle. "We've all talked about that in gym class. He's in our gym class."

"Well, we'll have to wait and see what's up with him," I said. "He's Tommy's best friend. I wonder what the two will get into."

"I hope they end up in love," laughed Eric. "They deserve each other. Both are the worst fucking people I know."

"Yeah, how did Rick Epping turn out so cool?" Jason asked.

"Cool?" Eric asked with a smirk. "That boy talks to no one most of the time. He seems like a dear in headlights most of the time when any of us talk to him."

"That's why I said he was cool," Jason said. "He's not an asshole like his twin brother. Too bad they're identical."

It was the dear in headlights comment that got my attention. It sounded like a victim to me. Could it be that Rick Epping was the victim of his twin brother? I didn't know, but I wasn't so sure. I'd never seen Jack Epping even talk to his twin outside of when they arrived at school each day. Something was going on there, and I wasn't so sure I wanted to know about it. I would think about that one a bit more.

I thought about that dear in headlights comment all through the group date. I was surprised that I could respond to Annabelle's advances. She shoved her hand into my pants and grasped my dick in her hand. I wasn't paying attention at first, but when my dick hardened, she had my full attention. I used my gift to make her believe that I was Cassanova. She was trying to moan quietly even though all I was doing was petting her over her skirt. She took my hand and lifted her skirt. Then she placed my hand on her pussy. I had no idea what to do, but I quickly figured it out. I didn't insert my fingers into her pussy. I merely traced the lips with my fingertips. I found her clitoris and rubbed it gently at first. Then I applied subtle pressure until she put her face in my shoulder, shuddered, and squeaked. It was the strangest sound, but Jason and Eric were grinning like idiots.

Then she was kissing me, but I hadn't removed my hand from under her skirt. I had a moment to wonder what had happened to her panties, but her tongue in my mouth quickly reminded me that I had a duty. I hadn't stopped touching her clitoris, so I just started to rub it again. It was a bit more difficult to do with her nearly plastered to my side. She gasped into the kiss, pulling her head back and started sighing again. Then she jerked and made that funny mouse-like squeak again. Jason and Eric weren't grinning like idiots anymore. Now they were looking at me as if they'd never seen me before.

Annabelle was breathing hard. Her eyes were closed, and we'd gained the attention of the teenagers in front of us. They were two girls I didn't know. They were looking at me with wide-eyed shock. I was still rubbing Annabell's clitoris. It was a background type of action at this point. I was confused by all of the attention, but when she suddenly gasped again and made that silly squeak sound again, I remembered what I was doing. She gripped my hand and pulled it out from under her skirt. My hand was a bit wet. I was going to wipe it on my pants, but then I had a strange thought. I brought my hand to my mouth and began to lick my fingers, making the girls in the seats in front of us gasp. Annabelle looked at me with hooded eyes and sighed. Then she handed me a napkin they'd given her with her popcorn, which was now all over the floor.

Later, when Eric's brother picked us up from the mall in his van, Annabelle wanted to ride in the back with me. We sat on that very back seat, and before I knew what was happening, she had my pants open and my dick out. Before I could comment on this, she had bent over and taken my dick into her mouth. The first thing I noticed was that Jason was nearly turned around in his seat, watching Annabelle perform oral sex on me. The two girls were in deep whispered conversation and paying absolutely no attention.

The second thing I noticed was that Annabelle wasn't very good at giving head. My father had done a much better job of sucking my dick. I made this comparison even as she started to masturbate me and only had the head of my dick in her mouth. It was apparent that she was trying to make me cum, and any minute now she would get her wish. I thought about warning her, but then it was too late. I gasped, getting everyone's attention. Annabelle did her part, swallowing each jet of cum that blasted from my dick into her mouth. Trevor was watching through the rear-view mirror. Eric was turned in his seat, the girls were now paying attention, and I was mortified for one moment until I noticed the bare shock on everyone's faces. Annabelle put me back together before she sat up and wiped her mouth.

"Son of a bitch," Trevor said from behind the steering wheel. "You kids are crazy."

"You don't know the half of it," Eric said, probably meaning to whisper. Shock had made him actually say it out loud, though.

"Tell me," Trevor said, and though I was a bit hesitant to have this strange older brother type know what had happened between me and Annabelle in the theater, he'd already practically witnessed her giving me a blow-job.

"Charlie was fingering her in the theater," Eric said. "She got off three times!"

Thankfully no one said a single thing before we dropped the girls off. However, when we got to Annabelle's house, she took my hand and nearly pulled me from the van. I walked her to her door where she threw her arms around my neck and laid a kiss on me that would shame the devil. Unfortunately for her, the porch light came on. Then her father was standing in the open door, watching her shove her tongue in my mouth.

"I think that's enough, young lady," he said as he came out onto the porch.

Annabelle let go of me and stepped back. Then the man, who looked a little funny in his boxers and wife-beater was in front of me. Unfortunately for him, he was looking me directly in the eye when I told him to think nothing of this, that his daughter was just really into me, and he thought it was wonderful. Suddenly, he shook my hand and slapped me on the back. He stepped back and allowed me to walk back to the van. I climbed inside where the boys were now gaping at me in wonder.

"What the hell was that?" Trevor asked from the driver's seat.

"Oh, he congratulated me on showing his daughter a good time," I said as nonchalantly as I could.

"Son of a bitch!" Trevor said again. He turned in his seat to beam at me. "Mr. Mack Daddy!"

"Damn, Charlie," Jason said, grinning at me for all he was worth.

"I had a good time," I said, giving them my best imitation of a crooked grin. That got them all to laugh.

At least Trevor started driving again. They talked about all that they had witnessed, giving Trevor a clear idea of what had happened in the theater. By the time he dropped me at my house, I had promised to call both Eric and Jason the next day. I shook my head as I walked up the front walk to the door. I waved from the door before stepping inside the house. I went to the living room where my father was sitting. He looked up at me and smiled really big.

"How was your date?" he asked.

"Good from what I could tell," I said as I sat down beside him.

"What happened?" he asked, turning on the sofa to look at me.

"Well, I got Annabelle to have three orgasms in under twenty minutes," I said. "She blew me in the van on the way to drop her off. Then her dad slapped me on the back and thanked me for showing his daughter a good time."

"You're a Savage, all right," my dad said with a huge grin. "Three times?"

"Yeah," I said. Then I had a thought. "Dad, was your friend you told me about named Anice?"

"Yeah," he said. "Mike Anice. I hung out with him and his older brother, Eric."

"Well, Eric, my friend," I said and waited until he nodded for me to continue. "His name is Eric Anice. His father's name is Mike. He's a drug rep for one company or another. Eric and I were talking about the fact that you and his dad might have been friends in the past, and we thought that since you want to go out on your own, you should call Mike Anice and talk to him about maybe going into business with you."

"So, you gave a girl multiple orgasms, got a blow job during the van ride to drop her off, and managed to find my old friend?" he asked. "Son, you've been busy."

"I've had an eventful night," I chuckled.

"You sure did," he laughed. "Tell me, what did you think of sex with a girl?"

"Well, I only got to play with her pussy," I said. "Then she blew me. I'd have to say that, though it was all kind of interesting, you give better head, and I know how to treat a dick better than I do a pussy."

"Well, don't reserve judgment until you've fucked a girl," he said, grinning still.

"I'll keep that in mind," I said as I stood.

"Where are you off to now?" he asked.

"I'm going to shower," I said. "I'm a bit sticky in the crotch after her attention to that area of my anatomy. She was very free with saliva."

"Go," he laughed.

I went upstairs and stripped out of my clothes. I climbed into the shower and washed myself clean of Annabelle. My clothes reeked of her perfume, and I didn't like it. I put them in the hamper. I put on a pair of underwear and a robe and went back downstairs. While I was doing all of this, I was thinking about all that had happened since I'd opened my eyes after my father had put that drug in my food. I'd changed the way my parents treated me, I'd gotten a new wardrobe, made friends, had sex with my father, and now I'd had oral sex with heavy petting with a girl. It was blowing my mind a bit.

I was also still thinking about Rick Epping and the comment that was made about him being like a dear in headlights. Though I'd originally thought I wasn't going to get myself involved with the Epping twins, I'd change my opinion by the time I got downstairs. I wanted to know what was happening to Rick Epping to make him react to his fellow students that way. Jack Epping wasn't the place to start, though. I needed to befriend Rick.