Cum for Chuck
Chapter One
Rachael lay on her bed, legs stretched apart and two fingers deep within her soaked pussy.
She didn't normally masturbate, maybe once a week. But since she'd been spending more time with her brother Chuck, she was just so much hornier all the time.
She certainly didn't think of chuck like that, not at first anyway. But she couldn't cum without him. No matter how hard she tried, he was the only thing that could make her cum.
She tried to be scared, but all she could do was mindlessly pump away. She hadn't had a release in 3 weeks and it was getting to her. She would do anything.
- 3 Weeks Earlier
Chuck barged into his sister’s room, looking for the phone charger he'd told her a thousand times not to take. She never listened.
He scrounged around through all her things; her bed sheets where she'd lay awake all night on her phone, her desk where the laptop was open to some erotic story about orgasm denial, her dresser where she hid all her weed from mum and dad...
"Wait" Chuck said out loud. "Orgasm denial?"
As Chuck read through the story, an idea formed in his head. He was going to get revenge on his sister, teach her not to take his charger anymore.
Rachael got home from school, kicking her shoes off at the door, and raced upstairs to her room to watch YouTube videos.
She put her phone on charge. "Weird" she thought to herself, "Chuck should have taken the charger back by now." She dismissed the idea and laid on her bed with the laptop, feet in the air.
She opened the laptop and noticed YouTube was already opened, it was some sort of weird music video with no comprehensible artist. She didn't remember clicking on it, but thought what the hell and clicked play. It was just white noise, but for some reason she didn't want to stop listening. It went on for about 30 minutes while she stared straight at the screen.
Rachael woke up; it was the middle of the night, she realised as she looked over at the clock on her bedside table. 3:21 am.
She didn't remember going to sleep, or anything since laying down on her bed. She looked at her laptop again, still on the edge of her bed, and saw the video was gone, replaced by one of those "This video is unavailable errors".
She was too tired to care, despite having slept already, so she went back to sleep. Or at least she tried to go back to sleep, but there was an itch between her legs that screamed to be scratched.
She sighed and slid her hand into her pants to find she was already soaking wet, and slid in 2 fingers to start pumping while using her free hand to rub her clit.
The tension started building, slowly. She picked up the pace and kept going for another 45 minutes, sweat started to mingle with the heavy scent of musk in the air. She was starting to hurt, and not the good kind, so she finally gave up. She was frustrated and prepared herself for a night of restless sleep.
Rachael woke to the sound of her alarm. She hated that alarm, with a passion. The tossing and turning had put her in a crappy mood.
“Rachael, get up sweety, you’ll be late for school” her mum said through the door.
Rachael groaned and through her pillow at the door in response, and reluctantly threw the sheets back seeing the wet patch in the middle of the bed.
“Fuck” she said to herself. She could smell herself on the sheets, she didn’t realise she could even get that wet. The scent was overwhelming, and she was luck her mum didn’t come into the room.
“Where’s my charger” she heard Chuck shout as he banged on her door.
At the sound of his voice, she could feel herself starting to get wet all over again. She was to turned on to even wonder what was happening, so she quickly ran out the door, passing the charger to Chuck, to take a shower and get to the bottom of that itch.
Why was she so horny, and why couldn’t she get the release she so desperately needed?
Thinking about that didn’t help, so she refocused as she turned on the taps and got into the shower, carelessly tossing her clothes to the ground.
Rachael took the shower head out of the holder and aimed it at her pussy. She held it there for about 20 minutes. Nothing happened. Another 30 minutes, and with each passing minute she would just keep building up. Building and building until… Nothing.
Resigning to cleaning herself, she put the shower head back in the holder, picked up the soap and started lathering herself when suddenly she heard someone at the door say “Cum”.
It was all she could do not to scream out, when all at once, the build up from last night and this morning hit her like a waterfall as she finally came. She buckled at the knees, writhing in pleasure, lifting her pelvis towards a non-existent cock she begged for. Her brother’s cock, she realised.
Then, she blacked out.
“RACHAEL!!!” she woke to her father banging so hard on the door, she wondered how it hadn’t splintered into a thousand pieces.
“I’m ok, I just fell. I’ll be out in a minute”
“She’s ok, she just fell” she heard her dad say, as he walked away.
That was the best orgasm of my life, she thought. Realising it was her brother’s cock that she had wished so hard was inside of her when she finally came. She was mortified at that thought, but still slightly turned on. She turned off the water, got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.
Chuck was sitting at the table with a bowl of cornflakes, and a smile on his face so big she couldn’t look at him without blushing or crying. She didn’t know how she felt, there was so much going on in her head.
“How did you sleep, sis?” Chuck asked
“Fine” was all Rachael could manage.
Chuck continued smiling at her; as she sat down to eat her breakfast.
“Alright sweetie, your father and I are off the work. You kids behave”
“Oh we will mum” Chuck said
And with that, their parents were out the door leaving Rachael & Chuck alone.
“So, how was your sleep REALLY?” Chuck asked
“What have you done” Rachael started crying
“I told you not to take my charger, and you just couldn’t help yourself. I saw what you were reading on your laptop when I went to looking in your room. I’m just giving you what you wanted sis”
“What are you talking about?”
“You were reading erotica about orgasm denial, and looking through your browser history, I’d say you have a kink for it. This will teach you not to take MY stuff.”
“Wha.. What? How?”
“Cum”
Rachael felt her juices leaking down her leg as she prepared herself for an orgasm. She could feel it building faster than she could ever manage by herself and then…
“Stop”
Nothing. The orgasm stopped building, but she could feel the tension still there, begging to be released. She squirmed in her chair, waiting for it to wash over her, but it didn’t.
Chuck got up from the table; put his bowl in the dishwasher and, picking up his schoolbag, walked out the door. He’d left Rachael begging with her eyes to cum, trying not to moan as she fell out of her chair and dragged herself out of the kitchen, up the stairs and into her bedroom.
She closed the door, and managed to climb into bed where she spent the entire day knuckle deep inside herself, trying to cum. All she accomplished was wet panties and a sore cunt.
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