Date: Mon, 13 Dec 2021 02:00:00 -0700
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Charlie Chapter 27 (Gay/Incest)

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Chapter 27


"I can't believe it took this long," Brenda said, as she sat at the
table.


Rick had made reservations at a new Italian restaurant. He had also
bought tickets to a play that Brenda kept going on about. He wasn't a fan
of the theater, especially musicals, but he felt he needed to make things
up to her. They hadn't had a proper date in weeks, as Charlie had taken
up most of his time on the weekends.


"I'm sorry," Rick said, looking over the menu. "I'll try to do better
from now on."


"It should be easier now that Charlie has friends to stay with."


"That does make a difference, for sure."


They ordered some wine and stuffed mushrooms to start. The couple talked
about their week. Brenda submitted the paperwork for a promotion, while
Rick had been struggling to keep up with his workload. There was no
further mention of Rick's sons, which was something he orchestrated.
Every time the topic of Charlie came up, he could see the strain of
withheld annoyance in his girlfriend's eyes. They ordered their meals and
continued with polite, small talk.


After dinner, the pair went to the nearby playhouse. Brenda knew several
of the actors. Her friend, Stevie, gave them backstage passes for after
the show. Rick hadn't planned to stay out that late, wanting to get some
solid sleep, but agreed after the excited look Brenda gave him.


As he expected, the play was dull. It was a horrible, post-apocalyptic,
retelling of Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream, where all the
characters were mutated due to environmental mishaps and calamities. He
didn't understand what was being said, since Elizabethan English was
outside of his grasp, but he was certain the dialogue didn't match the
setting. Brenda was engrossed in the production. Rick looked about and
saw that several people shared his disinterest, as they were on their
phones. He was tempted to do the same but knew Brenda would be furious
with him.


The play lasted about three hours, with a quick intermission. He went to
the bathroom several times just to get away. Brenda had asked if he was
feeling okay, and though he wanted to lie to escape his torment
completely, he only said, "I think I had too much wine."


After the play, they were escorted to a small area in the back. A table
with snacks and drinks was available. Rick took the opportunity to get
himself some of the modest fair and large glass of alcoholic punch. He
wanted to make sure that his hands were too full to shake and his mouth
too full to talk. Brenda talked about how much she loved the play, while
the theater geeks pretentiously went on about the "symbology" of it
all. Rick fought hard to keep from correcting them: It's symbolism not
symbology, he repeated constantly in his head. He wasn't sure what was in
the punch, but he was sure it was stronger than vodka.


Brenda had to drive them back to her apartment, since he was too drunk to
drive. Normally, she would've been annoyed at his level of intoxication;
however, it worked to her advantage, as she had been forming a plan for
that night.


Brenda's place was a small, one-bedroom apartment. The space was well
utilized and furnished. There was a couch, with matching a loveseat and
chair in the cramped living room area. The kitchen was tiny with two
doors leading off of it: One to the bathroom and the other to the sole
bedroom.


"Come on, you," Brenda said, half-dragging Rick through the front door
and to the couch.


"You're so pretty," Rick mumbled before giggling.


"Thanks. You're pretty, too." She set him down and went to the bedroom
to change into something more comfortable. When she came back, she saw
that Rick had passed out, while trying to remove his jacket. Brenda
removed Rick's jacket, then his shoes, and proceeded to remove the rest
of his clothes.


She then slapped Rick till he regained consciousness and convinced him to
join her in the bedroom. They kissed and fumbled around till they got to
the bedroom. Brenda pushed Rick onto the bed. She dropped to her knees
and started to suck his cock. He tensed up from the sensation and ran his
hands through her hair. Brenda didn't like sucking dick, but she needed
to get him hard.


As she licked his cock, Rick thought about the last blow job he got. It
was from Billy a few days before. His son had sneaked into the room,
while his brothers were asleep. Billy gently pulled back the blankets and
slowly pulled out Rick's meaty cock from the fly of his boxers. Rick woke
up feeling his boy's warm, moist mouth on him. Rick moved over and
removed his underwear as the already naked, 16-year-old climbed in next
to him. Brenda was good at giving head, on the rare occasion she would do
it, but Rick couldn't help but note that Billy was significantly better
at almost half her age.


Brenda removed her face from Rick's lap and took off her clothing. Rick
reached up and loosely fondled her clit and slid a finger inside of her.
"Mmm, Baby," Brenda moaned, pinching her own nipples, as Rick lazily
fingered her. Soon, she got on top of him, and they started to kiss
again.


Rick ran his hands up and down her body.  Brenda ground her pussy against
his hard, uncut cock. She moved in greater strides on his shaft till she
felt the head of his cock move between her thighs and touch the outside
of her pussy. She jiggled her hips till she felt the tip of his dripping
cock just enter her went hole.


"Stop," Rick muttered.


"Why?" Brenda asked, still teasing his head.


"We need a condom."


"Don't I feel good enough?" Brenda asked, as she started to lower
herself onto his thick shaft.


Rick stiffened once more. He hadn't had unprotected sex with a woman
since his wife. The feel of her moist vagina enveloping him was erotic
and inviting. He wanted to be in her, but a voice in his head warned him
against unprotected sex. "Brenda, stop it."


"I love you, Baby," Brenda said, her ass bottoming out and settling on
his large testicles.


"I said, stop!" Rick said, pushing Brenda off of him. He sat up and
grabbed his spinning head. He wanted to cum badly but he didn't want what
was happening. He didn't like the situation, especially Brenda's
insistence.


"I just want to show you how much I love you," Brenda purred, walking
her fingers up his spine.


"Not like that," was all Rick could say, as his body
involuntarily shivered at her touch.


"Fine," Brenda said. She reached in a drawer and pulled out a condom.
She pushed him back on the bed, opened the wrapper and rolled the latex
contraceptive over his erection. "Is that better?" She didn't bother to
hide her bitterness.


Not wanting to fight, he said it was fine and that he was sorry. They
went back to kissing. Rick had lost the mood and started to deflate.
Brenda was growing frustrated and started to jerk him off too hard.
Having had enough of her aggression but wanting to get it over with, Rick
rolled her off of him. She landed on her back, and Rick moved between her
thighs. He knew there was only one way he was going to be able to get off
and make her happy.


Rick closed his eyes and remembered that last night with Billy. Almost
instantly, he was hard. Rick visualized holding Billy's legs and entering
his son's anus, as he put his covered cock in his girlfriend's hot pussy.
He thrust his hips into her just as rough as Billy liked it. Brenda
didn't like how hard he was fucking her, but she needed her plan to work,
so she put up with it.


He reached down, as he did that night to jerk his son off, but instead of
grabbing his boy's five-and-a-half inch, cut penis, he took hold of
Brenda's small clit. To not pull himself from the fantasy of his true
love, Rick switched memories to the first time he and (then) Kyle had
fucked. Rick softened his gyrations and jerked Brenda off in time with
his own movements.


Brenda's breathing started to get heavy and labored, as she neared
orgasm. Rick had never fucked her like that before...hell, most men had
ignored her body except the parts their dicks went into. She felt the
hood of her clit slide against the sensitive tissues it covered, while
feeling the pressure of Rick's massive cock rub her insides.


"Oh, fuck yeah, baby!" Brenda cried out. "I'm gonna cum!"


Rick only heard his son's voice say the words, which tipped him over the
edge. Rick picked up his pace until he felt the familiar sensation in his
balls, and his body readied to release his seed. Brenda's first wave of
ecstasy tightened her vagina, squeezing the head of Rick's cock.


"Fuck!" Rick cried out. He pulled out of Brenda and shot his load into
the condom. The orgasm was so strong, he could feel his asshole twitch
with each shot of cum that exited his body.


"Why did you pull out?" Brenda demanded, as her body convulsed,
experiencing a second orgasm.


"It's not a big deal," Rick said, getting to his feet and removing the
used rubber.


"Where are you going?" Brenda asked in a near panic, as she watched
Rick leave the room. Within a couple of minutes, she heard the toilet
flush and the bathroom sink turn on then off.


When Rick returned to the room, he tried kissing Brenda, but she rolled
away from him. Confused, Rick asked, "What?"


"You pulled out is what," Brenda snapped.


"So? Why is that a problem?"


"Never mind."


"Seriously? What did I do that was so wrong?"


"I said, 'Never mind'." She barked.


Baffled, Rick got up and went to the living room. He got dressed and
called a cab. He stuck his head into her room long enough to say that
he'd be back for his truck when he was sober enough, but Brenda didn't
say anything in return.


The moment Rick closed the front door, Brenda practically ran into the
bathroom. She looked in and around the small trash can next to the toilet
but didn't find what she was looking for. She slammed her fist on the
sink and gritted her teeth. She sat on the toilet and shook with rage.


She had planned the evening perfectly. She knew Rick would drink the wine
to be polite. Brenda had arranged the passes with Stevie ahead of time,
and asked him to use a strong, light rum in the punch. She knew Rick
would rather drink than talk to her friends, but she hadn't counted on
him drinking so much, which should've worked in her favor. The lynch pin
was poking a hole in the condom before she left for their date. She hoped
that he'd be too drunk to care about using protection, but had the condom
as a back up.


"It should've worked," she scolded herself. In the end, she realized
that she got too greedy. Trying to fuck him bareback was what ruined her
plan. Rick was all but wrapped around her finger, but having his kid
would seal the deal, she rationalized.


As she went back to bed, Brenda reminded herself to wait for Rick to call
her. She'd apologize for her behavior and explain that she was frustrated
because she had better orgasms when he stayed inside of her. She'd try to
make arrangements for another encounter, but make sure she didn't get
carried away.


"I will have our baby," Brenda said, as she closed her eyes, hoping to
dream of their little family, without his boys.


***Coming soon, Chapter 28***