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Charlene took a drag on her cigarette as we sat swinging our legs on the playpark swings. We’d been given the rest of the day off from school for study time. It was a gorgeous spring day and we were wearing just our school shirts and grey skirts. I didn’t see the point of studying. Studying never got you anywhere. Charlene would be going home to study though. She kept talking about getting out of here. She took another drag then turned to us.“My Mum’s pregnant again.”To be honest, none of us gave much of a reaction. Charlene had four brothers and sisters already, each with a different father. The dads never hung around too long. It was news, but not much of a surprise.“What’s the new boyfriend like?”“He’s a prick who loves himself.”Charlene scowled though she actually thought he was alright but far too young for her mum. Charlene didn’t want to be anything like her Mum. She had had to drop out of school at sixteen to have Charlene and despite having worked her fingers to the bone for seventeen years, working two jobs to put the food on the table and a roof over their heads, all Charlene saw was a woman too stupid to finish school and who fell for one loser after another. Each of them had left every time they realised a baby gets in the way of the sex.“Do you reckon this one will stick around?”“Fuck knows. They had a party last night to celebrate the announcement, all hugs and kisses but I mean, there’s five of us already. God knows where we’ll all fit.”Charlene planned to finish school but what happened then, she didn’t know. altıparmak escort She would love to get her exams and escape but she knew she couldn’t leave her mum with all her brothers and sisters.“Anyway, losers. I’m gonna head home and maybe do a bit of revision for these exams.”The rest of us just laughed and gave her the finger. Stacey flicked her cigarette on the ground and slid off the roundabout and said she was gonna head off too.~~~Charlene let herself back into the flat. It was nice to have the place to herself. She looked at the clock. It was only just past midday so she had a few hours before anyone would be home from school. She planned to just chill out on the sofa and read her history notes. She tugged off her tie and dumped it along with her school bag in the hall and headed into the kitchen.She rummaged through the kitchen cupboards, searching for something to eat. She pulled a couple of slices of bread from the bag and slotted them into the toaster. While the bread was toasting, she searched for the jam. After opening all the cupboards she finally saw it up on the top shelf. Cursing, she reached up, trying to grab it with her fingers. On tiptoes, she managed to nudge the jar closer to the edge but just as she reached to grab it, it fell. The lid wasn’t on the jar properly and while she managed to catch the jar before it dropped to the floor and smashed, a clump of red strawberry jam had splattered on her white blouse.Cursing silently, she görükle escort bayan unbuttoned the blouse and tugged it off. She ran the tap to soak it before the stain spread. It was only when she turned the tap off that she heard the floorboard squeak. Turning around, she gave a scream in shock at her mum’s new boyfriend, Damien standing leaning against the door frame.“What the fuck are you doing here?” she cried. “You nearly gave me a fucking heart attack.”He just laughed and took a step into the kitchen.“I could ask the same thing about you.”His hand rubbed the stubble on his chin as he slowly ran his eyes over her.“Are you bunking off classes? You’re such a naughty girl, Charlene.”Charlene stood, feeling very vulnerable wearing just her bra and a short skirt and panties.“I should just go and get changed.”She started to sidle over towards the door, trying to keep the same distance from him but he stood, blocking her way.“There’s no need to rush off…” He paused at the sound of the toast popping up. “… Just finish your breakfast.”He reached his hand out and traced her cheek with his forefinger, scooping up a drop of jam from her face. He sucked his finger, not breaking eye contact.“You know, I look at you and wonder if your mum looked as good as you when she was seventeen. It’s always so nice to see you here.”Charlene swallowed. Despite herself, she felt a dampness ooze into her knickers at his words. The truth was, she’d fancied him too. She’d lain in bed at night with her hand in her knickers, fingering herself to a silent orgasm as she listened to him fucking her mum through the bedroom wall.He was good looking and he knew it. The muscle tee-shirt he wore did nothing to hide the pecs and the tattoos. She could smell his aftershave, the same one she’d sprinkled on her pillow one time to imagine him beside her. And now here he was, stroking her cheek.“Your Mum isn’t going to be home for hours, Charlene.”His honeyed words whispered bad thoughts into her head. He was too young for her mum. She knew in her bones that he wasn’t going to stick around. And if he was going to leave anyway, what harm would it do? It’d be a waste otherwise.But then reason kicked in. This was madness. He may as well be her stepdad. Her mum was pregnant and he was the father. She took a step.“I need to go. I promised I’d meet my friends.”His arm shot out, hand on the wall, his forearm blocking her way. She flinched back in alarm.“I don’t think you realise what an effect you have on me, Charlene. You can’t just wander around the place dressed like that and not expect a reaction.”He leant forward, eyes locked on hers. His big deep soulful brown eyes boring into her.“Or were you looking for a reaction?”Charlene slowly shook her head, not trusting the words that might come out of her mouth.“You see, what’s in my kitchen is a little cock tease with a skirt so short it looks more like a belt and a lacy pink bra leaving very little to the imagination. So what am I meant to think?”Charlene dropped her eyes. There was a visible bulge in his tracksuit bottoms. She licked her lips and swallowed. Her mouth suddenly felt so dry. He was right. The bra did leave very little to the imagination. The demi cups just about stopped her boobs spilling out and the lacy trim gave it a sultry teasing look.

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