Raised a Catholic in her household, the three subjects that were an abomination were having sex out of wedlock, birth control, and abortion. So, even though Charity’s hormones were raging at a young age, she denied herself the forbidden pleasure of sex as often as she could. And, when the opportunity presented itself, Charity was selective with who and how she did it.
Protection was a must for a guy when Charity had sex with them. And, even at alcoholic-binge parties, Charity had enough sense in her stupor to know that screwing a random dude was out of the question. After all, she’d wake the next day with regrets and the possibility of pregnancy. Rather than peel away her inhibitions and succumb to her darkest desires, Charity stood her ground and rarely, if ever had sex.
Up till now, the young lady never had the issue of pregnancy scares. Her body worked like clockwork and she was rarely late for a period. That was why over the past few weeks, she grew overly concerned. It was never like her to miss a period or for that matter, be three weeks past. That was why she consulted a doctor, just to see if she had some kind of blood work that was off or had some rare illness.
It wasn’t Charity’s intent to find out if she was pregnant when she went to see her doctor.
How could I be pregnant if I didn’t have sex?! She thought.
It was a good question, but Charity hadn’t considered all the options. Her mind drifted back to a few weeks ago when she was spending a lot of time with her high school girlfriend, Samantha. The two ladies spent their entire spring break together. Practically every night was spent partying at their friend’s houses. Then, as ritual, Charity and Samantha would get up early and head to the gym to sweat out all the alcohol and excess from the night before.
The two women took pride in their figure and didn’t want to end up like so many women who gained the “freshman 15” pounds. They managed to make it through one and a half semesters without gaining a pound, so they weren’t about to slip while on spring break. Regardless of how bad they felt or even if they still felt slightly drunk, the girls would pile into Samantha’s car and head to the gym.
The gym, fortunately, came free for the two ladies since Charity’s stepbrother, Steve worked there. He waved them in any time they’d show up. Steve worked as a personal trainer at the local gym and his slow time was early mornings, so he was always seated at the front desk, greeting gym patrons as they came in.
Inevitably, Samantha and Steve would flirt before the two ladies would head to the cardio equipment and…
Wait…no…that can’t be possible…Charity thought. But how?!
Her mind drifted.
Chapter 2
The obnoxiously loud ringing of Charity’s phone alarm was enough to wake the dead. Or, in this case, wake her up after a long night of drinking and partying. She hardly recalled going to sleep behind the couch at Samantha’s house. However, Charity remembered that it was after three o’clock in the morning when they all decided to start flipping the furniture. No rhyme or reason for doing it, other than for a few laughs, the party-goers decided it was fun to push over the couch, love seat, and chairs in the living room.
“Shit,” Charity grabbed her phone and tapped the snooze feature.
Her brown hair was a tangled mess that covered her face and somehow she was wearing Samantha’s oversized Argyle sweater. Charity took a deep breath, blinked away her fogginess and stood up. Immediately, she was welcomed by the familiar trappings from a night of drinking. Her head pounded and her stomach turned. She composed herself and slowly made her way to Samantha, who was lying haphazardly on the upturned love seat.
“Hey,” Charity prodded her best friend. “Hey! Wake up, bitch!”
“Uhm,” Samantha grunted and quickly blinked her eyes open. “Is it fucking six o’clock already?”
“No, I like waking you up to fuck with you,” Charity staggered off to the bathroom to clean up and refresh herself before their morning cardio workout.
Samantha awkwardly spilled off the upturned love seat and landed on her left hip on the floor.
“Ow!” Samantha shouted loud enough to bring on her hangover symptoms.
“What’d you do?” Charity called from the bathroom.
Samantha surveyed the damage and she just knew it was going to leave a mark on her hip. She pulled her boy shorts back up and made her way to Charity in the bathroom.
“Ugh, I think I broke my hip,” Samantha softly explained as she grasped her hip.
“Shit, don’t do that, you’ll never be able to keep that freshman 15 away.”
Both women laughed and finished readying for the gym.
The two piled into Samantha’s beat-up car and made their way delicately to the gym. Samantha readily admitted that she believed she was still pretty drunk, so Charity had to keep her eye out for the police. Despite her drunken state, Samantha was able to pull into the gym parking lot just minutes later.
“Hey, did I ever tell you that I just wanna suck your brother’s dick?” Samantha laughed as she made her way to the gym entrance.
Charity chuckled, “Yes, and he’s not my brother, he’s my stepbrother.”
“Who gives a shit, I want him inside me. Haha.” Samantha laughed.
“What happened to just a blowjob?” Charity jokingly inquired.
“Meh, mouth, butt, vag…who gives a shit?!”
The two giggled together and entered the gym. They were not surprised when they were immediately greeted by Charity’s stepbrother, Steve. Despite the girls’ hangovers, this was enough to drive them to further laughter.
“What’re you guys laughing about?” Steve grinned back as he rubbed the blonde stubble on his face.
“Nothing,” Charity shook her head and the two headed off to the cardio room.
Part way through the hour-long cardio routine, Samantha wandered off without a word. She appeared more sober to Charity and assumed that she was just going to the bathroom. But, the hour went by and she didn’t return. Charity finished up, wiped down her cardio equipment and went to look for Samantha in the locker room to no avail.
Hmmm, where the hell did she go? Charity thought.
As Charity left the women’s locker room, the cleaning closet opened and Samantha sprinted out as she adjusted the waistband of her sweats. Samantha smiled deviously to Charity.
“Come on, let’s go,” Samantha motioned as she headed to the gym exit.
Thinking nothing more of it, Charity followed along.
Chapter 3
“You did what?!” Charity wasn’t surprised by Samantha’s confession, but she had to hear it again just to be sure.
“Yep, your brother fucked me!” Samantha giggled.
“Well, I heard that. And second of all, he’s not my brother. He’s my…”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. He’s your stepbrother. And, he’s fucking hot. I don’t know how you have resisted him for so long. His abs are amazing!” Samantha emphasized.
Despite every effort the two girls made that day, they hadn’t found anyone up for getting together to party. So, instead, they chose to do an old-fashioned sleepover filled with vodka and cranberry juice. They decided to stay over at the house of Charity’s parents, so they had to sneak in the drinks and promise not to be too loud. Both women slipped into their own pajama bottoms, t-shirt, and fluffy slippers. Busy all day, Charity and Samantha still hadn’t showered or even bothered to rest since their early morning workout.
Though the two friends spent the entire day together, never once was it brought up about why Samantha had disappeared only to reappear from a broom closet. Charity started to put the pieces together and she smiled even bigger.
“See, I knew it,” Samantha teased. “You’d fuck him, too, if you had the chance.”
Charity’s face flushed and she looked coyly to Samantha.
“No…well…maybe,” Charity admitted. “But, how? What did you do?”
The two friends sat on the floor, each caressing a mixed drink in their hand and came in closer as Samantha
shared the details.
“So, I was bored of doing cardio and thought how I could burn more calories fucking. I hopped off and went straight over to your brother. He was messing around at the front desk with his phone and I asked him if he could give me a professional opinion and then…”
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“Hey, Steve,” Samantha approached Charity’s stepbrother, Steve. He was fixated on his appointment setting app on his phone and knew that Charity was half-drunk the moment she came in. After all, she practically fell over coming in through the front door.
“’Sup?” Steve asked without breaking his composure from the phone. He was the least bit interested in Samantha’s 19-year old girlfriend. She always had this annoying way of fawning over him, ever since Charity started hanging out with her as a little girl.
“I think I may have pulled a muscle, can you check it out?” Samantha slyly questioned as she batted her eyelashes at him.
Steve paused, looked up and cleared his throat.
“Where at?”
“Well…I can’t show you here,” Samantha looked to the front desk receptionist standing just a few feet from Steve. “Can I show you around the corner.”
Steve sighed, “Yeah, come on.”
He walked Samantha over to the locker room into an alcove.
“Ok, so what happened?” Steve inquired.
“Well, I woke up this morning after I fell off the couch and it hit me…” Samantha began to motion to hip and paused. “Here,” she grabbed his hand, “touch it.”
Forcefully pulling him toward her, Samantha had Steve pressed against her body. She quietly gasped as she felt the warmth of his body against her. Looking up, Samantha saw that Steve nervously smirked as his face flushed red.
“Here, let me show you, it’s nothing big. I trust you,” Samantha guided Steve by his hand into the cleaning closet next to the women’s locker room.
Steve carefully closed the door and Samantha dropped the left side of her sweatpants to expose her left butt cheek.
“Look,” Samantha pointed to the growing bruise. “I thought I broke it, it feels like there’s a knot.”
Still holding his hand, Samantha guided it to touch her ass. Once again, their bodies were pressed together and Steve’s pulse began to race. Rather than look down to where his hand was at, his eyes wandered to her ample breasts and cleavage showcased in her hot pink sports bra. Immediately, Samantha saw where Steve’s eyes focused.
“What’s wrong?” Samantha moved close to Steve’s face. “Do you have a knot too?”
Samantha placed her free hand on Steve’s crotch to feel a growing bulge. She let go of his hand and pulled his head down to deeply kiss him. Without hesitation, Steve grabbed both of Samantha’s ass cheeks and pulled her in to return her kiss.
Steve’s cock sprung to life and thoughts of the irritating young girl drifted away as he wanted to plow the hell out of her on the spot. He picked her up, pushed her into the closed door and locked it. Snatching her sweats down with one pull, Steve dropped to his knees and placed his lips on her pussy. His tongue darted over Samantha’s clit and lapped every crevice of her snatch.
Samantha’s creamy white pussy juices flowed down her leg and Steve scooped up a stream to wet his fingers. Steve crammed two fingers into Samantha’s waiting pussy and she cried out softly into the broom closet. As she was ready to come, Steve stopped and stood.
The buff personal trainer grabbed Samantha by her hips, spun her around and placed her over the large wash basin. Never minding the messy contents in the sink, Steve forced Samantha’s head down into it and threw down his pants.
His cock was fully aroused and precome dripped from the tip. Without hesitation, Steve plunged his rod deep into her creamy, wet pussy. Samantha bit her lower lip from the pain that Steve’s huge dick created. As the pain subsided, pleasure increased with each violent thrust of Steve’s hips. He grabbed Samantha’s ponytail and pulled back on it as he slapped her left ass cheek.
“Oh, ow!” Samantha cried out. “Don’t stop, fuck!”
“Fuck, yeah,” he responded with another slap to her ass. “I’m gonna come!”
His thrusts into her grew deeper and each one sent a shockwave of pleasure mixed with pain. Samantha was in heaven. As she began to climax, Steve exploded deep inside her.
He pulled her close keeping his pulsating cock inside her.
“Ah, fuck,” Steve’s knees buckled and he caught himself on the wash basin.
The two lovers separated at the hips and turned around to make out more. Samantha and Steve quickly washed up in the sink.
Samantha darted out the door while Steve remained in the closet to gather his composure.
**********
“Oh, my God! Are you serious?” Charity was aroused by Samantha’s storytelling. She didn’t want to admit it, but her pajama bottoms grew wet in the crotch the longer Samantha spoke.
“Swear to god, it’s the truth,” Samantha retorted. She stood up and pulled the left side of her pajama bottoms down to reveal the darkened bruise on her hip.
“Oh, come on,” Charity threw a pillow at Samantha. “I don’t wanna see your ass!”
The two women laughed together and Samantha returned to the floor next to Charity.
“Lighten up, it’s just an ass. I’m sure you’ve seen a few of those before.” Samantha rolled her eyes. “You seem so uptight, I bet you don’t even play with yourself.”
Samantha’s eyes sparkled and she rolled over to reach into her nightstand. The young blonde pulled out her jackrabbit vibrating dildo and turned on the first settings.
“See!” Charity laughed as she put it in front of Samantha’s face.
“Here, let me see,” Samantha grabbed the vibrator from Charity’s hand and placed over her crotch. The vibration felt awesome against her pussy and she wasn’t about to pull it away.
“Hey!” Charity reached for her dildo. “Give that back.”
Rather than hand it back, Samantha pushed the vibrator under her waistband and directly on her clit. Samantha giggled devilishly as she pushed the vibrating rubber cock tip against her swelling clitoris. She softly moaned, and her nipples grew erect as they pushed into her light t-shirt.
Charity stopped reaching and just watched her best friend as she jacked off with her vibrator. By now, Charity was already turned on, so she watched Samantha as she masturbated. A strong urge grew from the pit of her stomach, so Charity pulled down Samantha’s pajama bottoms.
Samantha guided the vibrator into her wet pussy as deep as it’d go until the gyrating butterfly teased her clit. As Charity watched, she removed her clothes and fingered herself in rhythm to Samantha’s self-fucking.
By women breathed heavily together and snuggled close to one another. Samantha grazed her hands over Charity’s naked perky breasts. And, with each pass, Charity’s nipples hardened and goose bumps appeared on her skin.
“Are you going to come with me?” Samantha breathlessly asked Charity.
Charity nodded.
As Charity and Samantha both climaxed to an explosive orgasm, they both leaned in and locked lips. With each wave of pleasure, the young ladies’ tongues darted in and out of their mouths. Charity got up and straddled Samantha’s midsection. Pussy juice trickled into Samantha’s belly button.
“Now it’s your turn to do me,” Charity collapsed forward onto Samantha. She reached behind her for Samantha’s hand. Still grasped tightly to the vibrator, Samantha knew what Charity wanted.
Samantha pulled the dildo out that was covered in white come and a long streamer of jizz. And, she gently squeezed into the dripping wet pussy of her best friend…
Chapter 4
Oh, no! Charity excitedly thought. It was the vibrator all this time. Samantha got me pregnant!
Charity wished that this answer brought relief, but she knew deep down that this only caused more confusion. How could she ever explain this to her Steve? Would he even believe her? This situation seemed highly impossibl
e, so she rushed to her laptop computer.
“Sperm can live up to five days in a woman…” Charity read from a web search. She plopped back into her chair. The room began to spin and her head throbbed again. It was bad enough that she was pregnant. Further causing concern, Charity had drank excessively and partied harder than ever at college for the past few weeks since the experience with Samantha.
Would her child be alright? What would her parents think? Could she ever tell Steve? How could she ever look at Samantha the same? After all, it was her fault that all this happened anyways.
With some hesitation, Charity picked up the phone and dialed up her stepbrother. Maybe she would find the right words when she finally spoke to him. He always had a mature way of dealing with things.
“Hey, what’s up, Charity?” Steve answered.
Charity paused, became dizzy and almost dropped the phone. For a moment, she felt punch drunk as she stared blankly at the phone’s touchscreen. As Steve called out again, Charity snapped back to reality and blurted the first thing that came to mind.
“Steve…” she swallowed deeply. “You’re never going to believe this, but…”
THE END
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