Thread: Therapy of the Mind (Closed for Crystalia)

Charles Donovan arrived at his parents house early for the family lunch they had every Saturday. It was earlier than normal this weekend, noon as opposed to one, because of his sisters busy schedule that also happened to be the same as his this weekend. Charles, or Charlie as everyone called him, was a newly certified physical therapist who had just graduated his school and was still working the ropes as an EMT covering high school sports to pay off his college debt. He had always enjoyed helping people, and he'd been decently good at science and PE throughout high school. At first he had just become an EMT because of the decent money, and adrenaline rush, that came with it. However, he had decided after a year or two that throwing bandages, giving blood, and a few drugs was not nearly enough to actually help all the people in the system that needed help. So he had entered into physical therapy school while working forty plus hours a week to be able to help more. It had been a grueling four years, but at the end he just good about the effort and accomplishment. College had also been a great time to explore, when he had the time, the different aspects of life besides working hard, and playing hard. Most of his social events while working as an EMT had revolved around his co-workers, a few buddies from high school, and all their friends. They were all pretty much the same hard working, hard drinking, straight laced citizens. Which was cool, and it worked, but there was also an edge missing. Charlie had found it in college. The co-eds there had been rather into exploring, and frats and douche bags just did not have the 'experience' those girls were looking for. Granted, neither had Charlie, but a steady job, nicer clothes, and a more down-to-earth point of view had given him the appearance of experience that these rather inexperienced girls did not have. It ended up boiling down to meeting at kegger, sleeping together, a few nice dinners, and then a request. They had all surprised him, and he had always surprised himself by being more than willing to try it out. Handcuffs, spanking, role-playing, threesomes with another chick, threesomes with another dude, taking an anal virginity or two. The experiences had varied, but the end result had not. He'd impressed for the most part, but most of all he had found things that really, really turned him on. The two biggest ones being in control, and forcing pleasure on the most inexperienced ones. The ones right out of high school who thought they were not going to 'sleep around' or experiment, but found a charming, handsome, working, experienced man who took away their defenses. Whether in the back of a car, someone else's bedroom, the hotel room bathroom during a party, or even in a club's dingy back corner he would find away to make them realize just how much they did enjoy being a little slut. During this entire time Charlie did not forget to keep in touch with his family, and while he had moved out early in his sophomore year of college, Saturday lunches had always kept them close. Now his sister Karina, or Kari as everyone called her was going to the same school he had gone to also, and he had worked some of the many sporting events she had played in her freshman year. It would be a lie to say that Charlie had not noticed his sisters growth from girl to teen, and while not as much of a lie, it would still be a lie to say he hadn't thought about how she might react to the games he played with college freshman. Only, typically, he could not hold the memory for too long without growing both a little confused and a little embarrassed by it, after all, she was his sister for crying out loud! Arriving at the house in his clean, but older pickup, he pulled into the driveway and smoothed a bit of his ruffled hair. Charlie was one to take pride in his appearance, but also did not like close cropped hair, and his long locks tended to go a bit crazy in an unruly way that all the girls loved. It helped that he typically only shaved every few days, and worked as hard at the gym as he did to save people's lives. In his mind, being in shape was another asset in saving them. If you couldn't get to them, or get them out of harms way, that was liability. The thinking showed in a rock hard abdomen, and strong upper torso that could and had lifted many overweight patients out of harms way. He always dressed well, but never to the point that it would impede his movement. Tonight he wore a grey tracksuit with the top tied around his waist, a tight white tee shirt, and a pair of Nike All Terrain's. Walking inside without knocking, he was immediately greeted by his mothers sing-song hello, his dad shorter greeting, and Kari's echo of his mothers greeting. With a chuckle he replied to all three with his typical laid back, What's shakin bacon? Walking into the kitchen where he could smell his mothers delicious casserole already, he laid a kiss on her forehead, shook his pops hand, and turned to Kari for a hug. In doing so, he couldn't help but soften his smile at her innocent face. The fact that it was one of his biggest turn on's completely left his mind for the moment, thankfully. How's the team lookin sport? Gonna kick some ass today?