Thread: RP: Revolve [ Horror_Show & last_true_romantic ]

As Charlotte's hand rested on one of Chase's clenched fists, he looked up at her and gave a weak smile, trying to show her that the comforting gesture was appreciated. He then laid down, leaning back into the bed, his legs still hanging over the side, but now his hand was holding hers. Closing his eyes once more, the tears stopped and his breathing returned to the slow even breaths she had modeled for Chase earlier. It didn't take long for Chase to drift off, his body and soul exhausted from the emotional meltdown he had. He was almost asleep, but when Charlotte made a move to get up, Chase instinctively grabbed her wrist, gently, and looked at her with pleading eyes. He didn't want her to leave, but couldn't bear to ask her outright, especially after all he must have put her through since he and Kate had gotten together. Chase lifted his legs onto the bed and scooted his body against the wall, leaving more room on the bed for Charlotte to join him. They had used to cuddle a lot with kids, but that stopped soon after Chase had gone through puberty. He had forgotten exactly why they had stopped until Charlotte climbed into bed with him and pressed her back against his front. Chase felt his heart skip a beat as her warm body seemed to melt against him, his cheeks flush deeply, and a stirring in his pants. He was careful to pull his hips back a bit, so her bottom was not pressed against his crotch, as he tried to will the growing member in his pants to stop. One of Chase's arms rested on her waist and held her in a half hug, being careful not to pull her too close to his body. The other hand gently stroked the silky brown hair that covered her head, running his fingers through it as he gently scratched at her scalp, something he remembered relaxed Charlotte in the past when she was stressed or upset. Once she had drifted off, Chase took a deep breath, now able to relax a little more as the problem between his legs was resolved for now. He pulled Charlotte closer to his chest. His heart was pounding and it dawned on him what the feeling he might have could be. Charlotte was attractive, by any and all standards. He knew that and could see it clearly. But to be attracted to her was something he had forgotten about. That was why he had stopped cuddling her, because Chase began to feel other things than brotherly love toward Charlotte, and he hadn't wanted to scare her off. He shook his head and sighed, this was not the time to have the thoughts, besides, he was too tired. So Chase pulled the covers over both of them and followed Charlotte into dreamland. It was the best sleep Chase had in months, maybe even years. His body was completely relaxed as he held Charlotte through the night, but his hips had shifted forward as he slept. When the sun came pouring into the window, through the gauzy curtains, Chase blinked his eyes a few times and was greeted by the back of Charlotte's head. It made him smile in his half-asleep state, having momentarily forgotten why they were in that situation and just enjoying it. Like every man, Chase's member was slightly erect, luckily not enough for it to press into Charlotte's back on its own unless either of them shifted too much. He closed his eyes after a moment and drifted back to sleep before Charlotte had woken up, wanting to savor the warm and petite girl in his arms a bit longer. He woke up again, maybe fifteen minutes after Charlotte had and propped himself up on one arm. Good morning lil' sis, Chase said with a sleepy smile as he brushed some hair from her face. His voice sounded groggy like he was still waking up and he was not all the way awake. It's been a while since we cuddled like that. I missed it. Chase's words were soft as he slowly sat up and blushed, realizing how close he had been too pressing himself against his sister, well, stepsister. He coughed once, covering his mouth and wiping his mouth. After a few minutes of quiet, the events of last night came flooding back to Chase. His cheeks went from a soft pink to a bright red as all the drama and emotional pain rushed back into his thoughts and his gaze went from looking at Charlotte to down at the blanket between them. His hands rested in his lap, a feeble attempt to hide the small, but growing, morning bulge in his jeans. I-I, uhh... Chase started, stuttering as he looked for the words. I'm really sorry about last night. I didn't mean to put you in a situation like that. I mean, I'm the big brother, I'm supposed to comfort you. He shrugged and scooted himself to the end of the bed, then stood up. He faced away from Charlotte but looked over his shoulder as he spoke again. Anyway, I'll go downstairs and make us some breakfast, okay? Like old times. Chase gave her a big smile, and without waiting for a response, he opened the door and left the room, jogging down the stairs and into the kitchen. Luckily for both of them, it was late enough in the morning that both parents were out, so they wouldn't ask Chase why he was still in his clothes from last night. He quickly got started working on a breakfast for them both. Chase rummaged through the fridge and pantry and decided on making some oatmeal, eggs, and some chicken sausages for both of them. As he cooked and plated, Chase's mind drifted to last night and how his sister had been so strong and comforted him. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen Charlotte so pissed after she read the messages from Kate, it made him regret not confiding his fears about his relationship with Kate to her earlier, maybe he could have avoided all this mess if he had stayed close with Charlotte and talked to her about his relationship, but hindsight is twenty-twenty. Once he finished cooking and plating, he set up the table, a bowl of oatmeal for each of them, a plate of eggs and sausages , two glasses, utensils, and napkins for each. He also took out the orange juice, milk, and a pitcher of water to drink. Charlotte, breakfast is ready when you are! He called, making his way back to the stairs to the bathroom. I'll eat with you, just gotta change first. Chase explained as he went into his room, grabbed his backpack, and then went to the bathroom down the hall.