0 comments/ 55059 views/ 15 favorites Charlie at it Again By: egmontgrigor2010 CHAPTER 1 Freckled faced and curly dark blond-headed Charlie Lott groaned awake on the morning after his 18th birthday knowing his parents' birthday present he'd requested, a 3-year old Harley Davidson 1200 Sportster, was in the garage out of the rain. His pals would be over soon to resume the party and look at the bike. He smiled, thinking of his girlfriend Heather Brook. Last night for the first time she didn't snap her legs closed after pushing away his hand. He'd sunk fingers into the hot and squishy cave and he knew he was in love with Heather who was manager-designate of the Charlie's band, now in initial rehearsals. The plan was to develop the band at college where they all would study music and to turn professional as soon as the demand for their services grew. Charlie played keyboard, Colin was on drums, Ernie guitar and Geneva trumpet. The name of the band was created on an outburst from their favorite teacher who was bawled out by the principal in front of the biology class. Miss Johns possessed a magnificent body and sultry lips that were just so right for a biology teacher. "Allowing your female students to display their breasts, even if this is a biology class, is outrageous and forbidden Miss Johns and if you transgress like this ever again," Mr Piper fumed, his face turning purple and scarlet with a tinge of black, "then you will be suspended while your fate is decided." Miss Johns had stood facing him defiantly, her hands folded under her breasts that only served to push them out so splendidly that Mr Piper had to mop his forehead. "Do you hear me?" "Yes Mr Piper. Is there anything else?" He stalked out without replying and the small class erupted in laughter when Miss Johns walked forward to close the door muttering, "Fucking despot." Charlie said to Geneva the trumpeter in the fledging band, "What's a despot?" "A power-hungry dictator I think." "Thanks. Oh I thought your tits looked the best." "Why Charlie, thank you. My pre-graduation party is in two weeks," said the 18-year old. "Would you like to come?" "Do you mean attend or come?" Geneva giggled and Miss Johns barked, "If you giggle in my class Geneva please don't use that sluttish tone." Everyone laughed and Geneva whispered to Charlie, "Sally Johns is a fucking despot." Charlie looked as if he were witnessing the birth of music. "Let's calls ourselves Charlie & the Despots." "Why?" "Because it was my idea to form a band." "Okay. You're a smart guy Charlie. Remind me to allow you to fuck me when I turn nineteen." "What's wrong with tonight?" "Grow up Charlie," Geneva said, giving him her No. 1 smile. "Your facial pimples should be gone within a year and your dick should be longer. However I may decide to let you at me much sooner. I'm just so apprehensive." "Of what?" "Abandoning my youth in such a profound act of adulthood." Charlie looked in awe at Geneva. She appeared to know everything and her trumpet playing was real cool. * * * A week after Charlie's 18th birthday he faced his grim-faced parents with his 19-year old sister who'd just arrived after a 100-mile drive from college for the hastily-called family meeting. "What is it mom?" Rose said kissing her mom. "Have you got cancer?" "Shut up and sit down. Something appalling has happened." Charlie was relieved to hear that. He'd been worried that one of the neighbors had seen him riding the Harley flat out on the highway when he'd promised his parents to not exceed 50 mph. Rose was still getting over her mom telling her to shut up. Her mom never spoke to her like that. She whispered to Charlie, "Oh god, they are divorcing. Mom has found out dad is shafting his PA." "She's sixty-five." "Oh then dad caught the lawn mower man shafting mom." "I reckon he's gay." "Oh." Robert brought in wine for Rose, whiskey and soda for Beryl and beer for his son and himself. "This is so distressing," Beryl sniffed into her glass. Charlie watched his dad pat his dick and wondered what that was about. "I'm pregnant," shrieked Beryl. Rose dropped her glass that smashed on the coffee table. She began crying and said, "You can't be, that's impossible. You're thirty-nine and had Charlie eighteen years ago. You're mistaken. You must have cancer." "Doctor Christensen has confirmed your mother is pregnant," Robert said, placing an arm around his wife. "But people at your age don't fuck," Rose said irrationally, quite forgetting she'd only minutes before had suggested adultery scenarios to her younger brother. Rose's parents stared at her as if wondering what on earth was the use of an expensive college on a daughter as ignorant as Rose. "Well I don't believe it," Rose grinded on, unable to believe it. "Doc Christensen has made a mistake mom. Never in a thousand years would you embarrass your family like that." Her mom began a watershed and her father glared at Rose and growled, "Doc Christensen doesn't make mistakes of this magnitude. I know this is crazy Rose. For years your mother worried about you getting pregnant when all the time I should have been checking that your mother was religiously taking her contraceptive pills." "Leave religion out of this," sobbed Beryl irrationally. "Well I guess it's a bit of an upset," Charlie said. "You know like Rose I had no idea you two still did it as your age. However I've always thought you could be great in bed mom." "Charlie!" shouted his parents and sister. "What?" "Christ son there are some things you never say to a woman. Haven't you learned anything about life?" "Get off your high horse dad; that was a compliment." Rose goaded, "Hit him dad." "Nah that would be hypocritical of me. What Charlie said is the truth. Your mom is simply amazing in bed." Beryl smiled at her husband through her tears and kissed him and Rose began picking up broken glass muttering, "Oh god, I have such a dysfunctional family." Charlie said, "Well mom are you opting for an abortion or farming out the new-born kid to a couple in need as recommended by your church?" "Shut your dirty mouth you pro-abortionist," yelled his mom. "No I'm not. We have decided to rear our baby like we did with your two." Rose cried, "Oh god mom, I will be so embarrassed when our neighbors and my friends learn about this." "Tough," snarled her mom. "If you feel like that don't ever return to this home." "Mom you can't do that to me, I'm your daughter and first-born," Rose wept. "Come on son," said Robert and kissed his wife. ""Let's go down to Amy's bar for a drink. You two gals join us when you have overcome your complex emotional crises." "Don't abandon us," cried Beryl. "We're not and you know where we are," Robert said, unhooking her grip. "As soon as you two sort yourselves out come down to the bar." At the door Charlie turned, "Mom if you are pregnant you should be off alcohol." "How the hell did that goon know something like that?" Rose asked. "He's the biology teacher's star pupil," said her mom as the guys left. "I have been wondering if there's something going on between those two. She's so glamorous." "But Charlie has only just turned eighteen. He won't know enough about sex yet to attract any woman." Rose's mom said, "And how old were you when you first did it with a guy?" "Oh yeah," Rose said. "Is it true you are really great in bed?" "Come into the kitchen while I make green tea. I'd like to know how your sex life is going at college. You know I warned you about not to become tagged as a slut." "Oh yeah so you did. But let's hear from you first mom." * * * During the summer while all members of the Charlie & the Despots band waited to begin Elton College they met very frequently to practice to raise their combined performance and to expand their repertoire. Three weeks into rehearsals they attracted their first groupie except Charlie's on again-off again girlfriend Heather Brook wasn't thinking of sex. Waiting to begin studies in advertising and promotions Heather, still a virgin, felt compelled to hang around with someone and with most people away for summer Charlie and his group was all there was to connect with. "Lovely to see you again Heather," Charlie said. "Great tits." "Thanks but you should see mom's." Charlie grinned, aware that he and Heather had just re-established rapport. "Want to date me tonight?" Heather said why not and Charlie asked, unabashed, would she do it with him and watched Heather swallow and play with the short hem of her skirt. "I haven't done it yet but have been thinking about it. What about you?" Charlie hitched up his pants and tried not to look embarrassed. "No but I've been thinking about it. Want to try it with me? I believe I can perform the basics." "I can't believe I'm still a virgin." Charlie said thoughtfully, "Is that because you attended a Catholic school?" "So you have something against Catholics?" Charlie snorted and said that was unfair of her to allege that. "Okay, keep your pants on until tonight." Charlie grinned and said, "You're all right Heather. Don't allow me to get you pregnant." They were on a rug on the riverbank at sunset. "Let me see your pussy Heather." "Why Charlie I don't believe you've ever seen one." "Of course I have, mom's and my older sister's." "Oh them; they don't really count. What will you do if I allow you to see it?" "Lick it." Puffing and appearing to swell, Heather pulled off her panties with shaking fingers and cooed, "Go to it Charlie; don't hold back." Later Heather looked at the dobs of semen over her tits and belly. "God Charlie. Shouldn't that mess been pumped inside me?" "I have no idea. Anyways you said you wanted to grow older before you fuck. Can we go somewhere to eat?" "Yes of course. Come home and stare at mom's tits while she cooks for you. She'll like that because dad ignores her. He'll be drinking beer and watching TV." "Will I have to fuck your mom?" "I don't think so but Charlie you are kinda cute. Anything could happen for you." Charlie and Heather learned to fuck during the summer. The band and Heather met up a college and because she was doing PR and promotions as part of her studies they agreed to make her manager of the band so she could use that experience as a study project. * * * Their associate professor at college was delighted to learn that all members of the band had received several years of private music tuition and rather than audition them himself, he set up a full audition panel and it soon became apparent that everyone was impressed. The head of the department, Professor Summers said, "You guys are much better than might have been expected and appear to be well led and managed. But I make two observations: if you wish to make a big impact you'll need to have a repertoire of original songs and you'll need to add a bass player." "But Professor Summers, think about it. With the addition of a bass player and that awkward sized instrument will need an extra car to move us about." "Charlie if you wish to make it think music, not logistics. You have a manager so hand the problems of logistics to her." "Yes professor. Well said professor." "Call me Anne Charlie. You others keep calling me Professor Summers. You may as well learn now that Charlie has a brilliant career ahead of him as a bandleader if he continues to grow and persevere in music. You write the songs Charlie. I assign you special tuition." "I have no idea about song writing." "That's why you will be assigned special tuition Clunkhead. You're a natural Charlie and you better believe it. You have an innate sense of rhythm and your timing in directing your players when to come in for their solos appears impeccable. Just don't allow my words to inflate you little ego Charlie." Professor Summers sent them a studious bass player with long hair riding over his collar. Sylvester Blackwell played with them and everyone agreed he would be a great acquisition. Heather had invited Charlie home for the long weekend break and as they neared her home she said, "Charlie would you mind if I dated Sylvester if he's interested?" "No that's cool. Would it upset you if I tried it on with Geneva?" "No but don't fancy your chances. Geneva only has girlfriends. She doesn't date." "Well sometime ago Geneva suggested I knock on her door when she turned nineteen. I looked up her profile and she turned nineteen last week." "Well best of luck Pal." During the weekend Heather's mom jumped Charlie while he was watching TV. She had him unzipped and scooped out before he knew it. "Mrs Brook," he said weakly, stiffening in her hand. The only thing he was really focusing on were her big tits swelling out of the top of her dress. "Just lay back and accept what going to happen here darling." Mrs Brook had her fill but the experience left Charlie unimpressed because clearly Heather was a better fuck than her mom. Her mom's pussy didn't appear fresh and it sagged around his thrusting penis and he had a hard time getting off until the bitch squeezed his balls painfully. He was pleased he was gaining enough sexual experience to be able to make such comparisons. However he'd been a little upset the bitch bit his cock hard when sucking. * * * Geneva looked at Charlie coolly. "You have a nerve bringing up what I said rashly many months ago that I might start having sex when I turned nineteen and now expecting me to deliver." "Keep calm Geneva, I'm only asking, not demanding." "Let me see it." Charlie almost fell off his chair. They were sitting together in one of the libraries. It wasn't very busy but he realized the place could be under electronic surveillance. He said lamely, "Can't we go somewhere private?" "No and please understand before I decide whether to allow you to shaft me I have to be confident it might be worthwhile." "Are you used to seeing guy's dicks at the ready?" "No Charlie. All my sexual experience to date has been with some of my girlfriends." "Oh." She snapped, "Exactly what does that mean?" "Nothing." "Liar." Charlie decided to give up on Geneva Kennedy. "Well thanks for talking to me so intimately and honestly Geneva. I guess this isn't meant to happen." "Says who? I've been thinking more and more about being shafted by a real dick and in music you and I are in tune. We could also be in tune with sex." "Huh? You have great tits and a great body Geneva. You are developing into a mighty fine woman." "Oooh Charlie, I want to reward you for saying that. The aqua center closes at 9:00 but the dressing rooms remain open. I'll meet you in the female dressing room at 9:15." "Um great. Will other couples be there?" "Possibly but how would I know? I've just heard it's one of the places to go for nookie." As Charlie approached the dressing rooms Geneva appeared in the gloom at the doorway and waved. "Hi it's vacated inside. Let me see your dick." "Let's go inside first." "No it's pitch dark in there. Let me see it." Charlie pulled it out and Geneva bent down to peer at it in the gloom and said, "Gosh Charlie that thing is big. That will push me to me limit." "Nah don't you remember Miss Johns told us in biology that the female vagina stretches to accommodate a large penis." "I bet you remember little else she taught us. Oh wait, you were her top student and yes, the rumor was she was seducing you." "Nah no such luck. Actually you were the chick I wished I were shafting but the truth was I didn't get it in any babe until almost four months after graduation." "That would be Heather Brook." "Yeah I've only had sex with her, Professor Summers and Heather's mother." "Heather's mother?" Geneva gasped. "God remind me not to take you home with me." "Heather's mom jumped me when I stayed there last weekend. It was either give it to her or risk her creating a scene." "Was she any good?" "No she was floppy, not energetic, overly wet and she tried to run the show. In fact she was as bad as Professor Summers." "And Heather is good them?" "Oh yeah she goes at it like a cat on heat." "Oh Charlie please. That's no way to speak about a woman." "Isn't it?" Geneva sighed. He stalled at the door. She asked what was the matter. "This seems all wrong, not the way to go about it. You are too classy for this." "Omigod Charlie, what a lovely thing to say to me. I had misgivings myself but I was anxious to feel a real dick up me. Let's go and sit on one of the benches in the quad like so many other couples do and plan our sex future." A few days later Beryl summoned home Charlie and his sister Rose because her baby was due anytime soon. They responded obediently and Charlie invited Geneva to accompany him. "I really can't afford to take time off classes." Charlie was ready for that. "You haven't seen your family for a while." Geneva looked interested. Charlie then delivered what he believed would be a winner. "My aunt and uncle are in France. We could go to their house and set up for sex." Geneva looked intensely interested. "You mean stay at their house all night?" "Yeah and do it again in the morning." "I'm off to make arrangements right now," Geneva said enthusiastically, giving Charlie a great kiss with tongue, confirming to him that she'd picked up something from her sexy girlfriends. "How on earth did your mother get pregnant at her age?" "She had sex with dad." Geneva hurried away giggling. Charlie found his mom looking huge and healthy but she appeared anxious. She relaxed visibly when Rose arrived and clucked around her. Charlie had gone in his mom's car to collect Rose from the bus station and he grabbed a breast and squeezed it and said, "These have become larger. You are looking great, very fuckable." "God Charlie, I like you all grown up and sexy. Squeeze me there again." He did that and she said to touch her pussy. Charlie did that too because he could be obedient at times but his sister refused to allow him to insert a finger. Next morning just after Robert left Beryl in bed to make breakfast she shrieked and it was all on. The baby that would be named Linda Lott was born in the maternity facility seventy minutes later and Beryl was disappointed she wasn't celebrated as being the oldest new mother; that dubious honor went to another woman who was forty-four. Charlie, who felt something special with the baby because it was born on his birthday, although the unheralded occasion had not gone unnoticed by him. He went to Geneva Kennedy's home by invitation for lunch and Wendy Kennedy was all over him, not for sex but to learn all about his mom's pregnancy and the birth. "Where you there?" "Yes." "Did you see it come out?" Charlie turned puke and suddenly didn't feel like eating lunch but Geneva came to the rescue and said, "Mom ease off. Can't you see your interrogation is stressing Charlie? What he witnessed was enough to frighten him." Charlie nodded. "It was awful. Mom was letting out some blood-curling yells and then was blaming dad for her extreme discomfort and crying she didn't want the baby." "Omigod you poor sweet boy," Mrs Kennedy said hurling Charlie's head between her rather substantial breasts and stroking the back of his head, an action that made Geneva's eyes pop. As soon as he extracted his head, Charlie said, "But when the baby was out and we were told it looked okay mom was all joy and said wasn't it the most beautiful little thing in creation." "What was it? Charlie thought for a moment. "A girl, yes a girl." "Oh what a lovely story," Mrs Kennedy said, jerking Charlie back to her and kissing him passionately on the mouth. Charlie at it Again "Mom," Geneva said nervously. "Lunch." "Oh yes, thanks darling. I was forgetting myself for the moment. Baby talk is so exciting. Would you like a dear wee sister?" "Mom!" "It's all right dear. That was just wistful thinking. I was fixed up after giving birth to your brother." After going out to dinner that evening, Charlie and Geneva went to his mom's sister's home. He was relieved to find the hidden key was where it should be. "Where should we do it?" Geneva, a tall and curvy blonde, asked tossing her wrap and handbag on to the chair in the hallway. "The kitchen table?" "What?" "Um the guest room." "Oh yes. I was apprehensive about using their bed Charlie. You are so sensitive for a guy." "Thanks," Charlie said and took Geneva into his arms to work her up. "What are you doing?" "Preparing to kiss you to start the pre-insertion phase to ensure you are naturally well lubricated and right in the mood before we start banging." "Oh yes of course," Geneva said, snaking out a thin-ended tongue so long that Charlie's knees came close to sagging. He sucked it. Geneva's response was instantaneous. "Omigod, I've just come. I'm ready." "Huh?" "Let's fuck." Charlie picked up Geneva and took her to the guestroom like a trophy while Geneva sank her long tongue into Charlie's left ear. His cock readied itself with the speed of a fired bullet but thankfully didn't fire. Geneva was dropped on to the bed and Charlie expertly removed her panties before she knew what he was doing. She looked at the panties he was tossing aside as if she thought they weren't hers and asked, "How did you do that? I'm so awkward at removing my panties." "There are some things a guy has to know how to do seamlessly to reduce the chances of objection because some women feel defenseless without their panties." "Oh really?" Geneva responded in awe. "You know so much." "Unless a guy knows these things he risks missing out on pussy." Geneva nodded and said that made sense. She added she didn't require any foreplay because she was practically steaming. "I'd like you to fire fully into the depths of my vagina because it will be a new experience for me. I'm in safe mode." "Oh, don't you swallow?" She laughed and said, "Yes of course, everyone does." "Er I meant don't you swallow semen?" "No I certainly don't." "Why not?" "Gee Charlie, I thought I was here to be fucked, not to be answering a barrage of questions. My answer is I've never swallowed semen because I've never had sex with a guy but yes, if you must know, I do swallow pussy juice." Rather embarrassed at forcing that declaration, Charlie said, "Then let's get on with it. Oh I swallow pussy juice too." "I guessed that." Charlie received the shock of his life; the pussy he was staring at and had yet to touch was pulsating. He swallowed his own saliva because the sight of that shaven pussy opening and shutting rhythmically was throwing his sensory centers into overdrive and he was over-producing spittle, his balls and neck were swelling and now the head of his cock was pulsating. Christmas. What was happening? "Stick it in Charlie and don't your dare procrastinate." Who was he to argue or procrastinate? Charlie accepted sweet Geneva was driven by the timing of her cycle and would know how best to appease her ovaries whereas he was merely driven by basic sexual urges that hadn't really developed expeditiously in man over tens of thousands of year of use and abuse. He pushed into the vagina that presumably had been the slippery channel for countless dildos and possibly strap-ons, although he was certain such logical suspicions would never be divulged to him, A velvet glove appeared to grasp around his member and his vision blurred and he accelerated into heavy breathing and he captured one of her expanding nipples between his teeth and she screamed and gushed but urged him to keep on going because what he was doing to her was glorious. At that Charlie did a quick assessment. Synonyms for glorious included sublime, splendid, delightful, heavenly and er ah yes, pleasurable. He said grandly, "I too am finding this worthy encounter ever so pleasurable." "Oh Charlie," Geneva cooed and snaked her long tongue deep into his mouth and that made her come again. In four hours of passion and at times entwining into near-impossible positions, the young couple became committed lovers and becoming totally spent slept. Minutes before that collapse, with sweet Geneva's tongue penetrating into Charlie's butt he had an unbelievably large orgasm when he'd thought before then he was near to running on empty. It was a night they'd remember for a long time, perhaps a very long time. * * * New father Robert arrived home proudly on Sunday morning with his tired but happy wife and bonny Linda who one day would become the most famous member of the family by far. Rose made an elaborate lunch to mark the homecoming and produced a decorate cake for Charlie to celebrate his 19th birthday three days late. As soon as lunch was finished she drove back to her college. A little later Charlie kissed his mom and sister and then his father took him over to collect Geneva from her home and then dropped them at the bus station for their return to college. As the bus moved out of the terminal Geneva said softly, "Mom likes you." He glanced at his new girlfriend and said, "Sorry sweetie but I'm not going to fuck her." "Charlie!" "What?" "I was just saying she likes you. She thinks you have charm and good manners and know how to talk to older women. That's all. And she thinks you are very appropriate for me." "How does she know that?" "Because you speak respectfully and fondly of your mother." Charlie shrugged having no idea how that related to the fact that Geneva's mom liked him. But it all became clear with the next piece of information. "Mom says she would approve if you want to have sex with me." "Doesn't she know we did it a dozen times the night before last?" "No she doesn't. Mom thinks I'm still a virgin." Charlie laughed and the tone offended Geneva who spat, "Exactly what does that mean?" "I was thinking of all those girls pushing vibrators and dildos and goodness knows what else up your cunt and ass." "Charlie Lott, you rude fucking bastard. Apologize as once. Never have any of my girlfriends inserted any foreign object into me. We limit our activities to fingers, toes and tongue. God Charlie we are not sluts." Aware he was in trouble Charlie apologized and said he'd been a fool making such an assumption. "Thank you for that apology," Geneva said stiffly and moved as far as she could from Charlie in their seat in the near empty bus. "I am really sorry." Geneva's taut body appeared to relax. "Really and truly deeply sorry and this is the deepest I've every groveled in my life." A smile parted Geneva's lips and she reached across and unzipped Charlie. He rose to the occasion and she began jerking him off. As he felt his balls tightening Geneva said, "Mom also said she would be happy for you to live with me next year and promised me $3000 to go towards the cost of living outside of college." Charlie jerked and the first wad of come arched over the seat in front of them. "Oh god," Geneva said bent over to swallow the next bursts. Wiping her mouth she said, "We were lucky no one was sitting in that seat." She spread her legs and looked at Charlie hopefully. He was happy to do what her girlfriends did to her. He had three fingers deep into her when she bit hard into his shoulder and began to gush hugely. They slept for most of the remainder of the journey. CHAPTER 2 As soon as college finished for the summer break Geneva went with her parents to Europe to stay with her uncle and aunt in Eire. Charlie went home without plans and knowing he'd have to find someone to substitute for masturbation. He thought it was a pity that Geneva's mother had not stayed at home alone. He arrived home to find his parents with sunken eyes and not looking great and his sister Rose who'd arrived two days before kissed Charlie, smiled when her grabbed a tit and squeezed and said great tits but said she was thinking of moving out. "Linda cries half the night. Just look at mom and dad; they are showing signs of sleep deprivation and Linda is underweight through losing sleep as well. "Take Linda to a specialist." "Mom has and Linda is now on goat's milk but still the problem exists." Gaunt Beryl kissed her son who said, "Gee mom you look like you need a good night's sleep." Beryl cried and Robert looked ready to hit his son and then yawned. An hour later after chatting to his parents Charlie went to his room to unpack and called into Rose's room. She was sitting on her bed topless and pulling on a stocking. "Ooops sorry." "It's okay, come in." "Great tits." She smiled and opened her legs. "What do you think?" "Nothing. It's the first time I've seen your pussy in years." "Oh of course. I began completely shaving it several months ago. College guys mostly prefer bare pussy." "Ah yes. So you are getting plenty?" "Yeah I have a steady and his best friend often joins us. What about you? Are you still shafting Geneva?" "Yeah." "Good," Rose said, continuing pulling on her stocking and the action opened her pussy. Eyeing the moist looking hole Charlie's cock stirred. He sighed and said, "She's in Europe for six weeks." "Oh too bad for you. Don't keep me awake with your masturbating." "I was under the impression no one in this house was getting sleep." "Oh yeah." Charlie and Rose discussed their parent's sleep problem and then went to their parents and told them they wanted them to leave the house within the hour and book into a hotel for two or three nights and they would look after Linda. Rose said, "Mom you can express milk and I'll call in at the hotel and collect more." "I really don't know," Beryl began tentatively but Robert shouted in delight, "Thanks kids. You get your milk out Beryl and I'll begin packing your bag." A couple of hours later Rose and Charlie took Linda in the carrycot stroller to the nearby park and soon the infant was asleep. Charlie was pushing the stroller and Linda came in close to him, took Charlie's arm and looked down at the baby. "She's going to be so beautiful." Charlie countered, "She's not yet six month's old. How can you possibly tell that?" "I just know." He sneered, "Bullshit." "You don't know everything asshole." "Well I came up with the idea of giving mom and dad a break." Rose told him he was wonderful but to prepare for a very sleep broken night. "Why are you going to fuck me?" Rose scoffed "Asshole" and then giggled and left her arm crooked through her brother's arm Within a few minutes of going to sleep Charlie was awakened by Linda's mind-altering crying. With relief he heard Rose going to her infant sister, smiled and closed his eyes in anticipation of resuming dreaming about chasing giggling brunettes with big tits along beaches. The crying continued and after twenty minutes he went out to supervise, scratching his balls as he entered the room. "For goodness sake Charlie have the decency to at least wear your briefs," Rose said. "God how did you grow that big?" He joked, "Out of necessity. The females I end up with are cavernous." His sister yawned and said he was disgusting. Charlie eyed his sister's breasts under the flimsy nightie. "I like the droop in your tits when you are not wearing a bra." "God you are disgusting," Rose said but could hide her rather pleased look. "You can't do anything here," she said, making another failed attempt to coax the infant to take her bottle. "Go to bed." Charlie walked to his mother's grand piano and said he'd play some soft music. Rose didn't object, knowing her brother was an accomplished pianist, having had professional tutoring for ten years from the age of six. He played some themes from stage musicals and then switched to Brahms Lullaby and other lullabies and that's when Linda fell asleep. "Omigod she's responding," Rose called and Linda didn't stir at the sound of Rose's soft call. But as soon as she stood with the sleeping infant Linda awoke and began her pitiless cry. "Oh fuck." "Don't despair Rose, I have an idea." Charlie went off and returned heaving the cot into the room. He pulled it up by the piano and Rose put Linda in the cot. He resumed playing and Linda fell asleep. "Retreat," Rose called softly. He left the room. Rose turned off the light and Linda awoke unsettled and resumed crying. "Oh shit and balls and cunt," Rose swore. Charlie returned to the room with another idea and told Rose to go to bed. He played more pieces and when Linda was asleep he retreated, leaving the light on. She didn't stir for another six hours. Charlie remained asleep and Rose wandered out sleepily to prepare a bottle. She replaced Linda into the cot after feeding her and softly the Brahms Lullaby on the stereo played in repeat mode and Linda went to sleep. Rose went to turn the light off but hesitated thinking she'd been afraid of the dark when she was very young. She went off and hopped in bed alongside Charlie and went to sleep till dawn when she awoke Charlie sucking his boner. "Jesus Rose," he yawned softly. She pulled her lips free. "I'll stop if you are complaining." "No carry on Nurse Lott." Charlie stopped her short of getting him off and he flipped her over and licked and fingered her cunt and she stopped him short of getting her off. Rose looked at him steadily. "If we proceed it will be incest." "Yeah great name. On to you knees baby." Rose giggled and flipped on to her knees and lifted her ass into the air as she rested her head on her arms and wondered which channel would the motherfucker choose although she hoped he wasn't a motherfucker. Charlie chose pussy and Rose practically sucked him into her depths. They were still at it at 7:00 when the bedside house phone rang. Rose was closest so answered. "Hi darling," said her mother. "What are you doing?" "Hi mom, Charlie is fucking me. Charlie huffed and blew a bit wad into Rose and groaned "Jesus." Beryl said carefully, "Are you saying what I think you just said?" "Yes mom and before you decide to rant about it remember you have had sessions with me." Charlie fired again and Beryl groaned into her phone. "Mom something wonderful has happened." "What you have been doing doesn't fit that description," her mom said coldly. "Charlie got Linda asleep by playing her soft music. She awoke when I went to carry her off and started bawling again. He brought out the cot and played her to sleep and left on the light and went to bed. Linda slept for six hours straight." "Oh glory be," Beryl screamed. "Yes mom, good eh? And that's why your boy is getting his reward. You won't have to bend over for him mom because I give him as much as he needs." "Oh that's lovely sweet darling. Please accommodate him copiously. You two are my darlings." "Thanks mom. Tonight we'll set up the mini-stereo system in Linda's nursery and load the disc-changer with classical music, nothing strident, and leave the light on. That combination may work." And work it did. That night they experimented and they only had success when the music played with the room light left on. Rose led Charlie off to bed and said kindly, "Would you like butt tonight for a bit of variety?" Their parents arrived home two days later highly exhausted, being rather fucked out from their second honeymoon excesses. They gave Rose and Charlie $5000 each the next day after having only two interruptions to their sleep from Linda's regular feeding, proving that the crying baby problem was over. Rose banked her money for an overseas travel fund and Charlie sold in his Harley-Davidson to a former high school pal and purchased a 10-year old red V6 Buick Century Custom sedan loaded with extras and it checked out as being in great condition. At the first opportunity Beryl confronted her children. "Look your father and I have shown our gratitude for what you two did in pacifying Linda. The stress was ripping us apart and now all that is behind us, hopefully. At the same time I have to make it absolutely clear that I'm appalled you two have had sex. Learning about that inappropriate behavior almost cut me in two. Luckily for you two I said nothing about that to your father and I'm asking you to stop right now before anything about it leaks out. It's a practice that is legally and ethically and by in large socially unacceptable and you both know that and must be aware it could mar your young lives. I blame you Charlie..." "Mom stop it, you don't know what you are talking about. I set Charlie boy up allowing him to see a bit of pussy." "Rose!" "What?" Beryl pulled her hair in despair. "Jesus Rose you know very well and so don't play the innocent on me." "Mom it's okay," Charlie said, placing an arm around his mom's shoulders. "We won't do it again, I promise. I think what took us over the top was walking Linda in the park and having people smiling at us. It made us both feel clucky." Rose glared at her brother. "Linda?" "Oh all right mom. I promise that's the end of it but I will continue to hug and kiss Charlie whenever I wish." "Like a normal sister?" "Yes like a normal sister. But you can see he's become so cute." "And mom I promise not to make a hit on you." "Charlie are you out of your tiny mind?" Charlie and Rose held each other, rocking in laughter at their mother's huge embarrassment. Weeks later as the kids prepared to return to their colleges Beryl would be more than aware her relationship with her children had never been better. They now acted more like great friends, relating on a higher plane. Rose reconnected with sex by calling Willy Fisher whom she learned was one of her few ex-high school associates still in the city. Willy was still dating her friend Betty Watt who was on vacation in South America. Without ten minutes of finishing the call Willy was at the door and practically dribbling when he told Charlie that Rose was expecting him. They went hiking. "But Rose hates hiking," Beryl said curiously. "Willy will have condoms in his backpack," Charlie said dryly and her mom gasped and said god her children were over-sexed. Rich kid Michelle Nash called Charlie next evening. "Mom was talking to your mom in the supermarket this morning and said you and Rose were home and had not gone on vacation." "Nah," said Charlie, wondering why the skinny freckled-faced Mel as she now called herself was calling him. He didn't fuck girls without boobs or even go to the movies with them. "Mom has agreed to pay your $50 a session if you'll accompany me for as long as I wish." "What at?" Charlie asked curiously. "Singing you dickhead." Oh yes, Michelle er Mel always took leads in school musicals. "Um you were in the chorus at school shows." She seemed delighted with that attempted slight. "Oh god you remember?" "Er yes. Um you were good. Actually you were the lead in our senior year production." "God I was not aware you knew I existed." Charlie thought oh no, he'd acted overly interested. How to backtrack? "Can you come over now?" "Now?" "Yes it's only 7:30. A hour on scales and then some excerpts to set me warbling ought to be enough." "Did mom tell your mom I was studying music and playing piano and keyboard." "Yes." "Jesus what don't women talk about?" "Now don't be rude Charlie. Mom told me you are dating Geneva who plays trumpet in your band and she is in Ireland at present." Charlie at it Again "Yeah well your call is good timing Michelle er Mel. I'm bore shitless at present." "Oh Charlie this is so lovely of you. I'll give you a good supper and anything else you want." She'd said that sexily. As Charlie put down the phone he sighed and though no thanks Mel. As he grabbed his car keys he said he was going over to see Mel Nash. "Oh that's lovely Charlie. She's so sweet," cooed his mom while his dad looked up from TV and asked who the hell was Mel Nash. Charlie thought that really summed up parents. Mel was standing on the porch of the substantial home waving. As Charlie walked up to her he could see she had become better looking and had put on weight. She was wearing a fragile top and a leather skirt that appeared to begin a foot above her knees. He looked at her chest and signed observing that none of the extra weight had gathered there and Mel place a hand defensively across her nipples. So Charlie kissed her and was embarrassed at the way her face radiated happiness. Jesus back off pal. She parroted on about how pleased she was he had answered her need, how well he was looking and how manly he was becoming and that she'd always admired him from afar. "Where's the piano," he asked gruffly. "Oh come through and say hi to mom and dad first." That was a relief, he thought. The parents were home so Mel would be blocked from trying it on with him. Mr Nash looked about the same age as his dad, which he was, but had less hair and looked a lot more worn out. Mrs Nash was about the same age but Charlie's pecker stirred. She was in full makeup and the tight top fully outlined two cantaloupes, augmented obviously, but who cared? "Hi Charlie," grunted the father and immediately returned to watching judging of a beauty parade while the mother sat up with a perfectly straight back and holding out an arm said, "Welcome to my home Charlie darling. Come and kiss me." She really knew how to kiss and Charlie was almost disappointed there was no tongue component. She appeared primed to be fucked. "Come on Charlie," Mel called walking off. Mrs Nash appeared to be inspecting Charlie's groin. He wondered if his zip was up. "Your mother said you took the college end-of-year prize for pianoforte." "Yeah." "Congratulations darling." "It was nothing and it was only the male section." "But you had competition?" "Forty-two." "Well then Charlie, don't demean yourself." "Thank you Mrs Nash. May I say you look really great?" "Yes you may young man. You are a wonderful example of your age group Charlie. Keep it up," she smiled wickedly. Charlie raced off after Mel, his mind reeling and then bang, he saw it just ahead of him, the outline of a most perfect butt. God how did Mel come to possess something like that? His dick attempted to snap to attention but his tight jeans inhibited completion of that primeval process. As soon as they were in the music room Charlie grabbed Mel and kissed her. "Oh thanks for being so wonderful to me Charlie," Mel practically panted and moved in to tongue him, allowing Charlie to get back hands on to that glorious butt. "Play something to impress my parents," Mel said, reaching down to feel him and appeared disappointed to find it doubled over rather than raging rampant. "I'll close the door after you finish." It was a white Kaiwai grand piano. Charlie played his demonstration piece that earned him top place as one of the finalists in the end-of-year concert. The beautiful strains of 'Clair de Lune' drifted out of the room and drew Astrid Nash to the doorway where she stood and looked fondly at the young couple, her daughter leaning lightly on the side of the piano and gazing entranced at Charlie. When he finished Astrid said softly, "Thank you Charlie. That was wonderful. Better than I play it" and she closed the door. "That was a real compliment," Mel said. "Mom taught piano for ten years after she failed to find satisfaction as a professional pianist." "She will play things from her repertoire far better than I ever will," Charlie said confidently and was kissed and then briefed what and how to play for her as she warmed up. "Why doesn't you mom play for you while your tutor is away?" "She wanted you to be with me. Mom is over-sexed and thinks I ought to have some of that flame." "Good mothers are concerned about their children." "Oh Charlie, what a wonderful thing to say. You appear so sensitive." Huh? Charlie left for home just before 3:00 am, leaving Mel in her bed fucked near legless and he was pretty near shot himself. He thought it was the tightest vagina his dick had ever entered and her butt had been an even tighter struggle, causing both of them to sweat heavily but they pressed on knowing it would be good and it was stupendous with Mel whacking herself off as Charlie plowed her butt into what she said was her biggest and most emotionally rewarding climax ever. "God I ought to let mom have a piece of you," she gurgled as it ended, and that of course sent Charlie over the top. The house was so big that Mel had an apartment. Charlie took the cum-soaked towels to her own laundry and kissed her goodnight. "I need to practice several times a week," Mel said hopefully. "And I need sex several times a week." She smiled and said, "Deal?" "It's a deal," said the very satisfied young man, having discovered that flat-chest females can have really big nipples. Charlie spent quite a lot of summer with the Nash's and they and the Lott family dined out a couple of times and that went fine. The Nash's and Charlie played tennis and lay about the pool quite a bit and he was constantly aware that Astrid, as he now called her, often appeared to be hovering and had even managed to allow him to see her nude a couple of times. Like him mom Astrid had packed on the pounds over the years and it wasn't long before Charlie decided as his mother had urged him to do, he should place morality ahead of carnal desire and in that case Astrid could go fuck herself. However he remained lightly flirty with her and she really liked that and he found she really was a lovely woman. It was she who'd first suggested he should stay over for a weekend with Mel. That then became most weekends and on one occasion Astrid just pushed Charlie's fringe back and kissed him gently on the forehead and thanked him for making Mel so happy. * * * Charlie had no other distractions and so was able to spend quite a bit of time at home and made a point of going with his mom to the supermarket and casual shopping and she really liked that. One Wednesday Charlie drove his mom 140 miles to a concert featuring a Russian violinist and they stayed overnight in a twin room. Their behavior was perfectly proper and they really enjoyed all that time they spent together. Beryl had her 40th birthday toward the end of summer and had a great time with family and friends at a luncheon. The next evening she had a girl's night out with her long-time friends and invited Astrid to join them and the party was delighted when the club owner recognized Astrid and invited her to play and sing a bracket of songs when the band was taking a supper break. Everyone with Beryl thought Astrid was sensational and praised the birthday girl for finding such talent. Astrid was delighted she had a bunch of new friends. Late into summer it became slowly apparent to the family that a bond was developing between 7-month old Linda and her brother. Her eyes would focus on Charlie whenever he entered the room and she would goo for him and gurgle whenever he tickled her toes, much more vocal and animated than whenever anyone else tickled her. When he picked her up she would squeal with delight. Mother and daughter were a little put out when the pattern became apparent whereas Robert thought it was a great joke. "Sorry mom but I can't really apologize for having sex appeal." That broke the tension and Beryl proved there were no hard feelings when next day she purchased a baby chest carrier and gave it to Charlie and told him it would be useful when walking Linda without a buggy and she could sit with him when he played the piano. "Right put her in it and I'll take her for a walk now." "No you load her. If she objected to me placing her into it but made no fuss when you did, I'd scream the house down." "Mom I'm sorry. I'll stay away from her." "Don't you dare," Beryl said. "Dear Linda has taken to you. Enjoy it while it lasts. I probably was joking about screaming in a tantrum." "Come and walk with us mom. You need to involve yourself with your family without fear or favor." "God you sound like a serious college student who is listening to his lecturers. No off you go." Charlie adopted a baby voice and said to his tiny sister, "Sorry babe, not walkies. Mommy won't come with us." Linda began to cry although there were no tears and she watched her brother carefully. "Jesus, I'll change my shoes," Beryl said, walking off and obviously pleased to be part of this new adventure for her baby. Within a couple of days everyone in the family was keen to walk chest-to-chest with Linda. "How will you react if your pals see you?" Beryl asked when Robert belted up with Linda and said he was walking to the mall to buy a new belt. "They can get fucked. You and Linda are what matter most to me." "Hush darling. Please don't use foul language in hearing of our dear sweetie. Just whisper those foul\ endearments for my ears only." Charlie became aware that the arrival of Linda had made his parents seem younger and they were more in tune again like when he remembered when he was a young teenager. As he played the piano early evenings with Linda in the harness Charlie wondered what affect this music would have on her. There was a theory that is could have a profound beneficial effect on youngsters later in life. His mom agreed and said during her pregnancy she'd sat for hour after hour playing classical music, gently massaging her unborn Linda between tunes. CHAPTER 3 Geneva set off with her parents for Ireland sad that the break probably marked the end of her gentle romance with Charlie despite them having plans to share accommodation in their sophomore year and having already arranged to share an apartment with an English Lit student. She was a little angry that she'd allowed it to happen, that she should not have gone but their her maternal grandparents were getting on and this might be the last occasion she would see them still lively and relatively fit. She still believed she should have taken a stand and had said she wouldn't go unless her mom and dad allowed Charlie Lott to accompany them. As they waited to board the aircraft she said, "Mom I'm scare of losing Charlie being without him during this long break." "Well if that happens a full romance between you two was not meant to happen," said her Irish born mother. Geneva accepted the logic of that. "If I had said I would not go to Ireland without Charlie would you have invited him?" "Yes and I had thought of suggesting it but then thought that would have been regarded as interfering." "Oh god," Geneva said bursting into tears and Kelly hugged her. "What's wrong with your daughter, homesick already?" said her father, looking up from his finance and investment magazine. "She's pining for her loved one." "Don't you dare drop Charlie Lott young woman," said her dad. "Charlie's a mile out front of any guy you've ever brought home." Geneva wiped her eyes and she and her mom looked at each other in disbelief. Only then did they realize for once Charlie had been a boyfriend that Chess had never groaned about or had more or less ignored. Cuddling her daughter Kelly said softly, "Don't you dare drop Charlie Lott young woman" and was squeezed very affectionately by Geneva. Geneva had been to Ireland three times before this, the last time when she was a quiet and studious sixteen-year old. As the aircraft neared Shannon Airport, Kelly (nee O'Connor) said to Geneva, "Now don't be getting shy on me and embarrassing your grandparents. When someone shouts who is the beautiful young woman with you Kelly, you smile and say you are my American daughter Geneva. Do you hear?" "Mom relax. You're all a jitter." "God you are committing to embarrassing me." "Mother have faith. Now please relax. The next thing you know you'll be peeing your pants." "Oh god," Kelly said, ringing her hands. It was an early evening arrival and close to forty relatives, some quite far removed, were there to meet the American side to the family. True to her mom's expectation, someone did call out, "Who's the hottie with you Kelly?" "Hi everyone, I'm Kelly's American daughter Geneva returning to her ancestral homeland for the fourth time. Where does one get a beer around here." The effect was electrifying. There were calls of welcome Geneva and cries of, "Everyone to the pub." The Americans and their luggage, most of it was Kelly's, were pushed into various cars and off they went. Geneva had forgotten just how grotty Irish pubs could be. The ceiling was low and the noise was fierce and the place was crowded out with almost forty O'Connor's and associates arriving, fortunately before the late regulars came through the doors. As she had approached the building she heard the music and picked out elements of the pub band, an accordion, fiddle of course, flute, banjo and whistle. The sound excited her although she knew the noise and press of flesh would subdue that excitement. After one beer Geneva switched to wine and a couple of hours later her mom half-drunkenly bragged that Geneva played trumpet in a band. "Ryan we have someone to play your trumpet," called someone. None the wiser Geneva saw the publican taken a trumpet down off the wall and hand it to a guy who looked more like a gypsy than a West Country Irishman. Then Geneva found herself being pushed towards the small space occupied by the band and people were saying to her to play Irish music. "Oh god," Geneva groaned aloud, guessing what had happened. Her mom always had been a big mouth. The trumpet was thrust into her hands. "I need it dusting." A woman pulled up her dress and dusted the instrument. "I'll try to follow you," Geneva said shyly to the gypsy-looking guy who wore a battered black hat and a leather jerkin over a black shirt and had a red and white dotted kerchief knotted loosely around his neck. He introduced himself as Nigel O'Brien. "Oh no Geneva. You are it while me and the lads eat our supper." "Oh god. What do I play?" She was ignored. "Shut up you lot," Nigel yelled. The place fell quiet although people continued to whisper. "This is our American Guest of honor, Brian and Katherine O'Connor's granddaughter. If you don't like her playing while we have our first supper then please don't riot." The din resumed, drowning Geneva's plaintiff cry of "Oh god." The noise continued unabated as she played 'America the Beautiful' perhaps the best she'd every played it. When she finished the sudden silence was punctuated by the clapping of some of her relatives. She played 'My Funny Valentine' and the clapping was more generous and then she got the place going playing one of her favorites, 'Cherokee' and the applause was loud. At that point her grandmother appeared beside her with Kelly in tow. "Sweet Rosie O'Grady please darling." God it had been years since she'd played that but her mother began humming the tune into her ear and Geneva caught it and the tempo. She played and her mother and grandmother sang and the performance brought out the band from their side room and still eating off their plates and the audience remained silent, as is the tradition when they are confronted by a stella performance. The trio finished and the crowd erupted into cheers and whistling. Nigel held up his hand, gripping a half chewed chicken leg and the room fell silent. He said "Well done" and carefully kissed all three women and he said reverently, "One more time please ladies." The second performance was even better and mother and daughter walked off to wild acclaim while Nigel held back the granddaughter, wiping his mouth delicately on a napkin. "Do you like sex?" Geneva was on a high and without hesitation said yes. "Have you ever had sex in Ireland?" "No." "Then I want to be your first." She frowned and asked the guy in his early thirties, "Aren't you married?" "Not tonight," he said, adding mysteriously, "My wife is in England tonight." "Oh then let's do it," Geneva said irresponsibly and he grinned. "Do you know Mood Indigo?" "Yes the band I'm with plays it all the time. It's one of our favorites." "Mine too." Nigel got the band together and announced loudly, "This next number is one of those great pieces that wasn't composed in Ireland. It is the signature tune of Katherine O'Connor's granddaughter who is not yet twenty and so we cannot expect too much from her but bugger that. Give it your very best Geneva. Geneva gave it her best and with tears running down her cheeks under the emotional influence of the haunting tune, women close to her began weeping and guys were blowing their noses. After it finished the O'Connor's were kidding themselves that their American-born relative Geneva Kennedy had transformed into a true Irishwoman that night. Geneva went to hand back the trumpet but the publican Dylan came from behind the bar and told her to keep it until she spent her final night back there before she left Ireland with her parents. "People here tonight will tell other people and you'll be wanted at other pubs throughout County Clare," he said. "Our pub musicians are itinerate musicians and are mostly untrained but they come from families of generations of folk musicians. It's in the blood you see." "So Nigel is not a fulltime musician?" "Good god no. He's a schoolteacher and his wife who is in England at the moment is a historian." "Um do they have children?" ""Yes two little ones." Disturbed by that information Geneva later kissed Nigel goodnight and said she'd changed her mind and would be going home with her parents. "Is it because I'm married?" "Yes and that's the only reason. I've had a wonderful time here tonight thanks to you. I really feel I could easily become Irish." "Get your mom to teach you the language. Then you'll acquire deeper affinity." "Well said Nigel. Um thanks for being so nice to me and be kind always to your family." Nigel smiled and watching the great butt weaving away from him sighed. Ten days later Geneva and her mom Kelly Kennedy and grandparents were at Shannon Airport to farewell Chess who was returning home to work, his vacation being over. Kelly still had another two weeks to tour Ireland with Geneva and then would go to England and then into Europe to visit relatives and friends and to take tours. Seven weeks later they were on the way home. At their home airport they found two men waiting to greet them, Chess and... "Omigod dad has Charlie with him," screamed Geneva. She's been in email contact with Charlie once every few days and phoned him twice but he'd not said anything about meeting her at the airport. After the tumultuous greetings by both women being on high octane, Chess said casually, "Oh Charlie and I met up and I invited him to dine with me at our country club, found he played golf and we have been knocking around a bit and we went on a weekend fishing trip with his dad and a couple of his dad's pals and had a whale of a time." "Yeah Chess and I seemed to have hit it off and he and dad have become pals." Geneva flushed when her mom winked at her knowingly.