“Right now, though,” Charlee says, “I want to talk about how Jamie is being mean to you.”
“It’s nothing, let’s enjoy the day and we can talk about it later.”
“Fine, but expect first thing tomorrow morning to be ready to explain that shit to me.”
I need to interrupt them now so that she has no way to respond to Twerp’s demands. I walk into the kitchen, saying, “Breakfast ready yet, it smells fuckin’ delicious and my stomach is empty and screaming—feed me.”
“When isn’t your stomach screaming out in hunger Gunner?” Charlee snickers as she talks.
“Ha-ha, very funny, I’m a growing boy, I need sustenance.”
“Something smells good Charlee girl—my tummy is rumbling from the smell,” Country states as he walks into the kitchen to join us.
I can see them eye-fucking each other, and I feel like an intruder, knowing that they’re wanting to greet each other properly and that they’re holding back because of me I tell them, “Go greet your girl moron.” And I walk out of the room not needing to see the display personally. Imagining it is hard enough, but to have it in my face isn’t something I need or want to see—ever preferably. As I walk into the living room I can hear the kiss and it gives me instant heartburn…I hope I’m doing the right thing by letting them move forward, but I know that my parents were in favor of this union.
Once breakfast was consumed we dived into the presents, it was a good morning, there was a ton of laughter and smiles. Knowing I couldn’t stay long I headed out shortly afterwards, as acting President for the time being, there is much that needs to be done today to prepare for tonight. Plus, after watching Cameron strutting around in her pajamas with her fine ass and swaying her hips every time she walks I’m in need of some release. I feel like a pervert lusting over a sixteen-year-old girl, doesn’t matter that she’ll be seventeen next month, she’s still just a kid and I’m an old man. Walking into the clubhouse I find the first bunny I see and take her to my room for some much-needed relief.
When I was awakened this morning, I was in the middle of the best dream of my life. I was eating Charlee’s pussy and her taste was explosive on my tongue, when Gunner banged on my door and woke me I swear her taste was still lingering in my mouth. I had to give myself a few extra minutes before I joined everyone so that I could calm my body down. Last thing I needed was for her brother to see my dick standing at attention. Charlee and I have been playing around some and I’ve allowed her to touch me, I swear her hands are like dynamite that can cause me to explode in minutes. Knowing that it won’t be much longer is more of a relief than I can even express.
After Gunner left to head to the clubhouse we all went our separate ways to get dressed. My libido was still raging from my dream, but I knew I had to ignore it in order to make it through the rest of the day. I’ve made a decision however, one that my little temptress should be happy about, clothes are coming off, after that dream I need to taste her on my tongue and see if the reality is just as good. She may have given me presents to open, but my true one will be tonight when we’re in bed.
Once we’re all dressed, and presents are put into the truck we hit the road to continue today’s celebration with the rest of our family. We got all of the brother’s a new wallet and all of the old ladies a gift certificate to this nail place that’s opened up in town…apparently, it’s the new thing for women to do—fake nails, go figure. All the kids got individual gifts based on their age and gender. Charlee went all out for the club, my girl loves to buy gifts for everyone, I can tell my wallet is going to get a work out in the years to come.
Cam wasn’t acting right on the drive over, she was in a bad mood and had a scowling look upon her face. She wasn’t happy, I had noticed tension between Jamie and her before he left for home. He was only gonna be gone for a few days, I understand it’s their first holiday together as a couple, but there was no reason to take out the separation on each other. I can understand why she wasn’t comfortable being with his family for the holiday since she doesn’t know them. She’s still young and being away from her family isn’t something she is ready for, and he should understand that and stand beside her instead of laying a guilt trip on her the way he has. I overheard them on the phone a couple of hours ago and he was laying it on thick from what I could hear, and she was feeling pretty insecure about their relationship already. I think there’s something bad goin’ on between them, I hope she opens up about it and tells us, so we can help her. No matter how she’s feeling about us, we’re still—and always will be, here for her.
“Turn that frown upside down Cameron, it’s Christmas enjoy the day with us and don’t let anything or anyone get you down. You’re with family, and we love you.” I hope me telling Cameron we love her doesn’t upset my girl, I do love Cam, she’s become like a sister to me, ever since I pulled her from that car we’ve become close. I look over and see Charlee giving me a megawatt smile, guess she’s good with what I said. I grab her and pull it up to my lips laying a gentle kiss on her knuckles.
“I love you Charlee girl, Merry Christmas.”
“I love you too, Merry Christmas Country.”
“Awe, I love you three,” Cam says and we all crack up laughing and both Charlee and I tell her we love her too.
Today is supposed to be a day about family and love, but I’m feeling disconnected from both. My boyfriend is making me miserable about choosing them over him and I’m feeling pretty guilty right now. Jamie is pressuring me into coming home with him over the summer, he says it’s because he doesn’t want to be that far away from me for so long, but I have my suspicions it’s because of something entirely different. When we first got together, he loved spending time with my best friend and her man, but now he complains that we never have any alone time. I’m trying to give him what he wants without it damaging my relationship with my friends and family. Family—there’s a word for you, it’s supposed to be unconditional, but my biological family is anything but.
They’re abusive, conniving and manipulative, not to mention very controlling where it comes to me. I’m told how to dress, what to eat and whose company to keep. They never cared for my friendship with Charlee, but they were too scared of Pops to do anything about it. I don’t know what Gunner said to them to get them to cut the leash and let me go, but I will always be appreciative of him and Country for what they did for me. Getting away from my parents was the best thing that ever happened to me. I seem to have found a similar man in mine to my father, I don’t like the controlling nature he’s come to show with me. I love him though and am too scared to say anything in fear of losing him as well.
If I choose to leave with him, I don’t want to lose what I have now, and that’s what’s holding me back from saying yes to his demands. Charlee is more than my best friend, she’s my soul sister, she’s the other half of who I am. Without her by my side who am I? I’m scared to find out, I like who she helps me be—strong, independent and carefree. I have a lot to contemplate so after I get my plate and join everyone at the table I can’t help but look around and take stock of what it is I will be giving up if I do decide to go.
Then again, if I don’t I’ll be letting go of the man I love. I know if I don’t abide by his wishes I’ll be losing him—forever. I push the thoughts out of my head for now and enjoy the rest of the day.
As I sit across the table from my friend I watch as the different range of expressions cross her face. As the day progresses I become more worried about her and what is happening in her life that she’s been hiding from me. If Jamie has hurt her in any way I swear I’m going to scalp him…ha, get it? He’s Native American and I’m going to scalp him…I crack myself up sometimes! Don’t judge me, what lengths would you go to for your best friend?
After dinner wrapped up we all head into the main room for gifts. Everyone enjoyed the gifts I’d gotten them from Cameron, Country, Gunner and myself…yes, we all pitched in, though Country and Gunner aren’t aware of the fa
cts that I borrowed money from each of them. What can I say, it’s the time for giving! They’ll get over it once they find out, they love me too much to hold a grudge. Once we’re all done, and the wrapping paper is cleaned up and the kids are settled down with their newest toys Gunner stands up and whistles loudly to get everyone’s attention.
“There’s still a couple more gifts to give out. Twerp and Cameron the club and I went into getting you both something special. It’s too big to wrap up, so please follow me.” We follow like puppies behind their master, both of us excited in our own way to find out what the club got for us. We follow him out the doors and around the building until we’re all standing in front of the garage entrance. “Before we enter, I want you ladies to know how much you mean to each one of us here, you’re our sisters, our friends and our confidantes…Merry Christmas,” he says as he opens the bay doors and there are two brand new cars sitting there. They both have bows over the hoods, same car Pontiac Grand-Ams…one is blue and the other is silver. I run over to the blue one as Cameron runs over to the silver one.
“Shut the front door! These are ours?” I can’t help but squeal out, the guys are all chuckling, and the women are teary-eyed. They all know what this kind of freedom means to us.
“Holy hell!” Cameron screams out, “I can’t believe you all did this for us.”
“Believe it,” Country says, “now we need to get you two your driver’s licenses.”
“My dad will never sign the papers,” Cameron huffs out.
“Already done,” Gunner tells her, “I have them in my office…next step is ya’lls, we have you two enrolled in driving classes. Classes are Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays starting this week. They are in the evening time so you two don’t miss any school.”
“How’re we going to get them home?” I ask anyone who’s willing to answer.
“They stay here for now,” Gunner answers, “you can practice here on the back roads behind the clubhouse, once you have your licenses, you can take them home.”
I run up to my brother and give him a tight hug and hard squeeze, “Love you Gun.”
“Love you too Twerp,” he returns the hug and lays his head on top of mine, “you’re the best little sister a guy could hope for. Like I said earlier, you’re more than my sister, you’re also my bestest friend. There’s no one I trust more than you.”
Later that night as I lay in Country’s arms the excitement of the day is wearing on me. I’m nearly asleep when he begins to talk to me.
“I still owe you another gift Charlee girl.”
“What else could you give me?”
“Me.”
“You? How?” A smile tugs the corners of his mouth before he lifts up my shirt and licks my nipple once my breasts are exposed. That feels so good that I arch my back pushing my breast into his face…my body begging for more. He begins to suck on my nipple causing an electric current to run through me. “Yes, please don’t stop,” I beg of him.
“I’m not stopping, lift up so I can take your shirt completely off.” I do as he asks, and he rips it off of me so quickly that it’s gone before I realize what’s happening. The excitement in his eyes is my undoing, I reach out for his shirt and begin to tug it up his torso. He reaches down and grabs the hem of his shirt and like magic it disappears as well. My hands automatically reach out, my hands are burning to feel his skin underneath them. I start up high on his pecs and slowly allow them to travel down over his abs, I love how ripped he is and how hard he works to take care of his body. Once I reach the waistband of his jeans he grabs my hands and places them over my head.
“Keep your hands there and be still, this will be over before it begins if you continue to touch me.” Doing as I’m told, I keep my hands above my head and watch him as he licks, sucks and nips at each nipple. The sensation is overloading my body and I feel my clit ache in need of him to do something else…something more. He begins to travel down my body, licking my stomach and stopping right above my panties to lay slow sensual kisses there. “There will be no intercourse for us tonight Charlee girl, but I want to give you more. Is it alright with you if I taste your lips?” Huh, my lips? He wants to kiss me, but I don’t want a kiss right now, I want him to take care of the ache that’s laying inside of me.
“You want to give me a kiss Country? Now? We kiss all the time.”
“Not that kind of kiss,” he says to me with a gleam in his eyes.
“What other kind of kiss is there?” I’m confused now, there’s only one way to kiss that I know of. He begins to tug my panties down my legs and I let him, I lift my hips up to help him out. Once my panties are removed he spreads my legs wide, I feel like a slut, begging him to look at me and like what he sees.
“Your pussy is so beautiful, I can’t wait to get my mouth on you.” As he lays between my legs he spreads them wider to accommodate the width of his shoulders. Then he does something that shocks me, he sniffs me—down there! “You smell so good, I can’t wait to see if you taste as good as I’ve been imagining.” Say what now? He’s been imagining what I taste like? Goosebumps appear out of nowhere and excitement washes over me, wanting to know what that feels like. He kisses the inside of my right thigh and travels upwards, he then takes my legs and pulls them over his shoulders, he looks up at me and smiles then sticks his tongue out and takes a long swipe from bottom to top. And when he hits that bundle of nerves on the top, my body reacts out of instinct. My hips raise of their own accord causing him to take his arms and lay them over my hips to keep me down and still, something I can’t seem to do on my own as he continues his assault on me. His tongue circles my clit then he takes it in his mouth and pulls it into his mouth.
“Yes!” I scream out, never have I ever felt anything like that. There is a popping sound as he releases me from his mouth and begins to taste me with his tongue again. I feel my body coil with tension then something spectacular happens…I come for the first time in my life and it’s a glorious feeling. He pushes his tongue inside of me and laps up everything my body is giving him. He makes his way back up my body delivering small kisses in his wake. He pays special attention to my nipples again and I’m so sated that I feel it, but I can’t seem to react to the sensation. He kisses my collarbone then goes straight for my mouth, my taste is on his lips and it should be revolting to me, but this is Country and I’ll never deny him anything. He lays down next to me and I notice that he’s standing at attention, his boxers are standing straight up. My thinking on this is that if he got to taste me, I can return the favor. I reach down and take the sides of his boxers and begin pulling at them, he takes the hint and raises his hips to allow me to completely remove them. My God he’s huge! I don’t know how to fit that in my mouth.
Not letting his size intimidate me, I take him in my hands and pump a few times. I notice he has a drop sitting at the opening of his dick and I take my thumb and swipe it off. Wanting to see how he tastes, I lift my thumb up to my mouth and suck it off. It’s musky, salty—but oh so good. His taste sizzles in my mouth and I’m anxious for more. I lean down and lick up his shaft until I reach his head, after a few licks I take it and suck it into my mouth. He groans out loudly and lifts his hips up shoving more of himself into my mouth. I go down until I can feel him at the back of my throat. Right before my gag reflexes kick in, I suck hard and release.
“God Charlee girl, your mouth is magical.” My insecurities of never doing this before and letting him down leave me and I dive in for more. Up and down I repeat several times before I pull him out of my mouth and use my tongue again to taste every single inch of him. I feel bold and take his balls in my right hand and roll them around in my palm. He screams out, “Fuck yes!” the last of the word is hissed through his teeth. I suck him back in my mouth, this time keeping my right hand on his balls and my left hand holds him tightly as I move it up and down, getting what I can’t reach with my mouth. The sounds coming from him encourage me to keep going, I don’t know how long I’ve been doing this for, who
counts while pleasuring their man, but eventually I feel his entire body tighten. “I’m gonna come Charlee girl, you may want to move.” Nope, not happening, I want all of his come in my mouth, I want to swallow it, so I have a piece of him inside of me one way or the other. He grabs my hair and holds me tight as he shoots off his load. I swallow it down like the greedy bitch I am. Once his body relaxes I let him out of my mouth and lose the hold I have on him. I lean back and suddenly I’m nervous of how I compare to the others he’s been with before me.
“Was that okay, I mean did I do it right and stuff?”
“Are you kidding me? That’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me so far. I can’t wait to do it again and again, you were perfect baby, come here and let me hold you.” We lay in the dark and silence, until he says, “I love you.” To which I tell him I love him too before the darkness takes hold and I fall into the sleep of the dead.
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