Saving Him from Himself Ch. 00 - Prologue - Sex Stories

Saving Him from Himself Ch. 00 - Prologue

... This was probably because she didn't get on well with her coworkers. She had always had a nasty temper, the fire of it matching her beautiful flame red hair, the stereotypical fiery redhead. Her temper had gotten gradually worse over the years since their parents died and sometimes she frightened Charlie. One or two times when he had been arguing with her he had briefly been worried that she might get physical. Still she was successful at her job and still left the house to attend the occasional meeting and had even made a few friends, so Charlie had hope that she would eventually shake off the damage of her upbringing and lead a somewhat normal life.

He was most concerned with his two younger sisters, Meiko and Lucy. Meiko was a slim beautiful girl of Asian descent who was full of kindness. She was the one who worried over all their wellbeing, much more than their actual parents had. She had a thing for dolls and had a collection that took up an entire large room, which was an unusual interest for a twenty year old woman. She had the usual barbie dolls and porcelain dolls, but unfortunately she also had an obsession with those creepy ultra realistic reborn baby dolls that looked exactly like a newborn infant. Charlie shuddered. He hated those things. He didn't know what they resembled more, the actual corpse of a dead baby or a sex toy for a paedophile, and he didn't know which was worse to have a roomful of in your house. But Meiko loved them, several times he had ...

... caught her cradling one, crooning to it and singing lullabies like it was a real baby. Charlie sighed. Well if she wanted to be a mother she should stop being a recluse and get out there, make some friends and maybe meet the potential father. The doll collection might be a hindrance to that, when any boyfriend saw that for the first time and felt hundreds of glass eyed stares silently judging him it would probably be a bit offputting. Especially since she had them all over her bedroom as well, that would spoil the mood a bit to say the least.

Which left his youngest sister Lucy, who had just turned eighteen. Charlie sighed again. The isolation had probably affected her social development the worst. She was a cheerful friendly bubbly girl who could be incredibly funny sometimes, but my god was she immature. She could act much younger than her actual age, sometimes actually throwing tantrums when she didn't get her way, crying hysterically and stamping her foot. She had never outgrown her childhood fear of the dark and still insisted on sleeping with a night light. Her fashion sense seemed to be affected too, she almost always wore her gorgeous honey blonde hair in pigtails and had a predilection for wearing short pleated skirts. Charlie didn't think she would last a day in the real world, so maybe it was for the best for her to remain living here supported by Melody's generous allowance. But was that really living?

But there was another problem, one that had been building for ...