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Sibling Revelry
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Category:
1 through F › Chuck
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
4,915
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the television series that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Ellie
Chapter Pairing: John/Ellie, implied Ellie/Awesome
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Oh, yeah. Yes, yes, yes. “This has to be the best day ever,” John Casey mutters to himself as he perches just outside the window of Ellie Bartowski’s bedroom and sees her start to take her clothes off. He’s only ever thought of her as Chuck’s big sister who acted like she was the kid’s mother, but from this moment on he’ll see her as nothing but a woman. A beautiful woman who was getting naked right in front of him, and laying down on her bed, and… oh, fuck. She wasn’t. This was just too good to be true.
His hard-on comes back with a vengeance and his mouth goes dry as Ellie spreads her legs and begins to touch herself. Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about. When it rains, it fucking pours. John’s hand drifts down to his crotch once more as he watches Chuck’s sister glance at the phone – what the hell was so great about that thing? – and then circle two of her fingers over her clit. Besides actually getting in on the action, there’s nothing he loves more than to watch a hot chick play with herself. Goddamn, he swears silently, tearing at his belt in a sudden frenzy to get his pants open. After pulling his cock out, the big man lubes himself up by spitting into his palm and working the moisture over the rigid length curving up from the opening of his khakis.
Ellie shifts on the bed and he grins as her new position places her almost directly opposite the mirrored armoire, giving him the best of both views; from the window he can see the way she licks her lips and rolls her nipples with one hand, and in the mirror’s reflection he can see what her other hand is doing. Fuck, yes. Following Ellie’s lead and shifting to a more comfortable position, John sits back on his heels and strokes his cock slowly. He can hear her uneven breaths almost as clearly as if she were panting in his ear as he drilled her pussy like he was searching for oil. Ellie’s knees fall apart just a little more and John swallows hard, licking his upper lip as if he can taste her there. He wonders how she tastes, and whether she’d scream or whimper as he eats her out.
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Ellie rubs the back of her head into the pillows as she moves her fingers, biting her lip and savoring the warm rush of pleasure spreading through her body. She knows it’s not exactly proper to be masturbating to a picture of her tall, handsome neighbor handcuffed to a bed, but she doesn’t really give a crap. Men masturbate all the time to pictures in Playboy, so why does she need to confine her fantasy life to Devon? In the morning, she’ll wonder why Chuck’s girlfriend has a picture of another man on her phone but for now it’s just enough that it’s there for her to look at.
He looks even larger than she remembered from their ill-fated dinner party, and she wonders what the man – what was his name, Jim? No, John – has beneath those boxer shorts and that white t-shirt. Ellie slips a finger inside and pumps it in and out of herself, giving into the fantasy completely. He’s well-built, that she can tell from the bulge of his biceps as he struggles against his bonds, and someone that large just has to be in perfect proportion everywhere. She moans and tosses her hair out of her face, rubbing the heel of her hand over her clit. Ellie is willing to bet her quiche-loving neighbor has a cock that would have her speaking in languages she doesn’t even know.
A thrill runs through her at the sudden thought of what might happen if he were watching her right now - maybe he’d come through the door and unzip his pants, stroking himself a little while she watched. Then he’d pull her towards the end of the bed… Ellie whimpers and circles her fingertips over her clit, occasionally dipping her fingers down into her folds to gather up enough wetness to continue without discomfort. “Mmmm,” she moans, pretending that the big man’s tongue is rasping over her instead of it being her fingers that are steadily bringing her towards the edge.
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John sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and strokes faster, glancing around to make sure he’s not seen by anyone – it wouldn’t do for Sarah to sneak up on him and take another picture with her damned cell phone, after all. In the room, Ellie’s hips are wriggling and her moans are driving him so fucking crazy it’ll be a miracle if he can manage to stay silent. Her voice climbs to a shriek as she reached her orgasm and John tightens his grip, snapping his wrist until the growing sensations are too much to bear. Groaning through tightly clenched teeth, the big man comes in spurts against the side of the building until it feels as if all the strength has been drained from his limbs.
Tucking himself back into his pants and rolling his shoulders to relieve the cramping that his voyeurism has caused, John readies himself to go back to his apartment. Taking one last look inside the window, he gives Ellie another appreciative stare before starting to back away – he’s forced to drop to a crouch once more when the door to the bedroom Chuck’s sister shares with her boyfriend opens, and the idiot himself comes walking in. “Hey, babe! You in h-” Devon comes to an abrupt halt. “Couldn’t wait, huh? Awesome.”
John stays just long enough to see Devon hurriedly pull off his clothing and hustle towards the bed, and then slips away across the courtyard. These people, leaving their windows open where just anyone could spy on them… he shakes his head in dismay and heads towards his apartment.
~tbc...~
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Oh, yeah. Yes, yes, yes. “This has to be the best day ever,” John Casey mutters to himself as he perches just outside the window of Ellie Bartowski’s bedroom and sees her start to take her clothes off. He’s only ever thought of her as Chuck’s big sister who acted like she was the kid’s mother, but from this moment on he’ll see her as nothing but a woman. A beautiful woman who was getting naked right in front of him, and laying down on her bed, and… oh, fuck. She wasn’t. This was just too good to be true.
His hard-on comes back with a vengeance and his mouth goes dry as Ellie spreads her legs and begins to touch herself. Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about. When it rains, it fucking pours. John’s hand drifts down to his crotch once more as he watches Chuck’s sister glance at the phone – what the hell was so great about that thing? – and then circle two of her fingers over her clit. Besides actually getting in on the action, there’s nothing he loves more than to watch a hot chick play with herself. Goddamn, he swears silently, tearing at his belt in a sudden frenzy to get his pants open. After pulling his cock out, the big man lubes himself up by spitting into his palm and working the moisture over the rigid length curving up from the opening of his khakis.
Ellie shifts on the bed and he grins as her new position places her almost directly opposite the mirrored armoire, giving him the best of both views; from the window he can see the way she licks her lips and rolls her nipples with one hand, and in the mirror’s reflection he can see what her other hand is doing. Fuck, yes. Following Ellie’s lead and shifting to a more comfortable position, John sits back on his heels and strokes his cock slowly. He can hear her uneven breaths almost as clearly as if she were panting in his ear as he drilled her pussy like he was searching for oil. Ellie’s knees fall apart just a little more and John swallows hard, licking his upper lip as if he can taste her there. He wonders how she tastes, and whether she’d scream or whimper as he eats her out.
Ellie rubs the back of her head into the pillows as she moves her fingers, biting her lip and savoring the warm rush of pleasure spreading through her body. She knows it’s not exactly proper to be masturbating to a picture of her tall, handsome neighbor handcuffed to a bed, but she doesn’t really give a crap. Men masturbate all the time to pictures in Playboy, so why does she need to confine her fantasy life to Devon? In the morning, she’ll wonder why Chuck’s girlfriend has a picture of another man on her phone but for now it’s just enough that it’s there for her to look at.
He looks even larger than she remembered from their ill-fated dinner party, and she wonders what the man – what was his name, Jim? No, John – has beneath those boxer shorts and that white t-shirt. Ellie slips a finger inside and pumps it in and out of herself, giving into the fantasy completely. He’s well-built, that she can tell from the bulge of his biceps as he struggles against his bonds, and someone that large just has to be in perfect proportion everywhere. She moans and tosses her hair out of her face, rubbing the heel of her hand over her clit. Ellie is willing to bet her quiche-loving neighbor has a cock that would have her speaking in languages she doesn’t even know.
A thrill runs through her at the sudden thought of what might happen if he were watching her right now - maybe he’d come through the door and unzip his pants, stroking himself a little while she watched. Then he’d pull her towards the end of the bed… Ellie whimpers and circles her fingertips over her clit, occasionally dipping her fingers down into her folds to gather up enough wetness to continue without discomfort. “Mmmm,” she moans, pretending that the big man’s tongue is rasping over her instead of it being her fingers that are steadily bringing her towards the edge.
John sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and strokes faster, glancing around to make sure he’s not seen by anyone – it wouldn’t do for Sarah to sneak up on him and take another picture with her damned cell phone, after all. In the room, Ellie’s hips are wriggling and her moans are driving him so fucking crazy it’ll be a miracle if he can manage to stay silent. Her voice climbs to a shriek as she reached her orgasm and John tightens his grip, snapping his wrist until the growing sensations are too much to bear. Groaning through tightly clenched teeth, the big man comes in spurts against the side of the building until it feels as if all the strength has been drained from his limbs.
Tucking himself back into his pants and rolling his shoulders to relieve the cramping that his voyeurism has caused, John readies himself to go back to his apartment. Taking one last look inside the window, he gives Ellie another appreciative stare before starting to back away – he’s forced to drop to a crouch once more when the door to the bedroom Chuck’s sister shares with her boyfriend opens, and the idiot himself comes walking in. “Hey, babe! You in h-” Devon comes to an abrupt halt. “Couldn’t wait, huh? Awesome.”
John stays just long enough to see Devon hurriedly pull off his clothing and hustle towards the bed, and then slips away across the courtyard. These people, leaving their windows open where just anyone could spy on them… he shakes his head in dismay and heads towards his apartment.
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