Man Around The House: A Family Thread

1LuckyUncle

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OOC: Open for two vivacious ladies.

My character: Mike Richards. 40 years old. 6'1", 185. Brown hair, brown eyes.


IC:


My kid sister was only 34 when she lost her husband to a drunk driver, a tragic turn of events that happened less than a month after my niece's Sweet Sixteen party. That was just over two years ago. It was a pain that neither of them seemed to be able to get over. The week it happened I quit my job and moved back to my old home town. What else could I do? They were the only family I had, and nothing was more important than family.

I got a new job and rented a small apartment about ten minutes away. Even so, it seemed like I spent more at my sister's place than I did my own. I had become the man of the house, and there always seemed to be an endless list of chores that needed to be done.

Sometimes I wondered. My kid sister was still young and beautiful. Perhaps it was time for her to get on with her life. There was still time for her to find love and to make a life with a new man. Maybe I was making things too easy for her so that she didn't move on.

It was just that I loved the both of them so much. My sister and her sweet daughter who had blossomed into a woman before my very eyes. There's nothing unnatural in that, is there?


Is there?
 
OOC:

Belle Carmikle 18 years old. 5' 6'' curly brown hair and green eyes

IC:

I had lost my father a little over two years ago. That first year was so hard. I withdrew from friends, and the few family members that were still around. I droped out of cheerleading. I stoped going to dance class.

Ever since the drunk driver took my father's life, my uncle has come to live with us. Slowly I have been moving on with my life, but I am not completly over it yet.

Over the last three months I have started going back to dance classes. Its too late in the school year to go out for cheerleading. In three months I am going to graduate from high school.
 
Mike

When I last spoke to my sister she talked to me about repainting some of the rooms in her house. Since she was at work and my niece was at school I figured I could get the job done without being disturbed. First I stopped off at the hardware store for supplies, then I headed over to her house.

I had my own key, so I let myself in. Once inside I tried to remember which rooms my sister wanted me to work on. Both bedrooms and the upstairs bathroom. Without carting all the supplies up the steps I went upstairs to survey the project.

My niece's door was half opened. Without thinking I pushed it open and blundered inside. That's when I recognized my mistake. Belle wasn't at school. No, she was home. She was in her bedroom trying on her costume for her dance recital. I had caught her right in the middle of changing. The costume was half on and half off.

I knew it was wrong, I couldn't help but stare...
 
Belle

There was no school today, a teacher's work day. Since my dance recital was less than a week away, I was trying on my costume, and making any last minute changes.

I had the light pink leotard mostly. I was in the process of pulling it over my small breast. On arm was in and the other was out. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I knew right away it was my Uncle Mike, because my mom was busy at work.

All of a sudden my door was pushed open. It was my uncle. I quickly finished pulling the leotard on. I could feel my face heating up. "What are you doing here? Mom didn't tell me you were stopping by." I could feel myself going red.
 
Mike

Belle flushed a pretty crimson as she quickly covered herself.

"What are you doing here? Mom didn't tell me you were stopping by." she said.

"I'm sorry, honey," I said. "I didn't think anyone would be home."

An awkward silence followed. Belle stared at the floor while I stared at the pictures in my head that didn't seem to want to go away.

Finally, to break the ice, I asked, "Is that your costume for the recital'

Belle nodded.

"It's very sex..." I started to say. Fortunately, I was able to catch myself at the last second. I reworded what I impulsively almost said. "It's very pretty. I've got front row seats, you know. I won't be able to take my eyes off you. Say. Why don't you give me a little preview of the show? Twirl around for me..."
 
Belle

My uncle still didn't explain why he was here. I could slowly feel the blush creep out of my cheeks. And did he just almost call me sexy?

I did a few little twirls. I could feel Uncle Mike's eyes on me. And not like he is watching the performance. It felt like something else.
 
Mike

Belle spun around with the exquisite grace that had brought on scholarship offers from some of the top dance schools in the country. it was enough to take my breath away. The tight pink leotard that clung to her ripe young curves like it was painted on only added to her beauty.

I had known that Belle was all grown up, but I had never allowed myself to see her as a woman before. I had never noticed how her eyes sparkled as she lost herself in the dance. it was so completely....

Again, I returned to the word I didn't dare speak.

Sexy.

Belle. My own sister's child. I'd watched over her her entire life.

Protected her.

Loved her.

But after 18 years, I was experiencing a new feeling toward her.

Arousal.

My sweet innocent niece was turning me on.
 
Belle

Once I was done twirling about I turned to face my uncle. I smiled at him sweatly. I then turned around went walked a few paces to my bed, where the rest of the costume for the dance recital was laying. "so uncle Mike what are you doing here?" I put on the skirt. It was a little too big but that was no problem I could fix that, thanks to a few home economics classes, and mom. I turned to face my uncle. I took off the skirt and replaced it with the jeans I was wearing, leaving the leotard on.
 
Mike

Belle seemed completely at ease changing her clothes in front of me, completely oblivious to the effect she was having on my delicate anatomy. She asked me why I was there and I mumbled some answer that had something to do with painting, but the secret truth was that from the instant I saw my niece topless all thoughts of home repair had evaporated from my mind.

Instead, I was thinking of crossing a very firm and uncrossable line.

Seduction.

And incest.

Belle stood only inches away from me. There was a youthful glow about her that drew me like a moth to a flame.

I reached out and took her by the arms just above the elbows. There was momentary confusion as I pulled her toward me. Her eyes went wide as I pressed my lips against hers....
 
Belle

My uncle had kissed me. I felt good but at the same time it felt wrong. My mind was racing. The first few seconds I stayed with the kiss. Then I pulled back.

I was so unsure of what to do. I could feel my body heating back up. My small nipples were starting to hardern.

OOC:sorry I took so long. I just I have not had the time. Plus I have not been in the mood to write. If you can't tell I still don't feel like writting a little.
 
Mike

The kiss, though unexpected, was both sweet and tender. Belle and I both got lost in the moment. Then the cold reality of the line we were crossing seemed to set in. Belle broke off our kiss and backed away from me. Since she was only a step away from the bed there was nowhere else she could go. She sat down. Confusion clouded her exquisite face.

Not wanting to close the door on these new feelings, I sat down next to her on the bed.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" I asked. "Didn't you like kissing me?"
 
Belle

I was confused. I had so many thoughts racing through my mind. I was unsure weather to act upon this feeling that I had."What's wrong, sweetheart?" "Didn't you like kissing me?"

"yes...I mean no" she shook her head, trying to clear her brain. "I'm not sure." I felt my uncle's hand on my knee.
 
Mike

I reached out and placed my hand on her knee like I'd done a thousand times in the past. Then it had been innocent, but this time was different. We both knew it. I could see the confusion in her beautiful eyes, but looking deeper, I saw something else.

Curiosity.

"There's only one way to find out," I said.

I kissed her again. This time I slipped my tongue between her slightly parted lips...
 
Belle

There was something different in my uncle's eyes. I had a clue to what it was.

Then he kissed me again.

As my uncle slipped his tongue into my mouth I let out a small moan. I liked the way he kissed, but it felt wrong. This time I started to kiss him back.
 
OOC:

Sarah Carmikle, 5'6, brown hair, blue eyes

IC:

Looking down at my calendar, I realized that Belle's performance was only a few days away and that she'd asked me to help make some adjustments to her costume. I was late to yet another meeting, but I picked up the phone to call Belle to see if she'd brought the costume home so we could alter it a bit. But in reality, my mind was a thousand miles away as the phone began to ring at the house...
 
Belle

In the midst of the kiss my uncle and I were sharing the phone rang. I broke the kiss and slowly made my way to the desk, where my phone sat. I picked it up.

"hello mom....yes its here....love you too...bye..."`
 
Strange. Destiny seemed so out of breath and anxious to get off the phone. I wonder if she's ok? The house is only 10 minutes away, maybe I should just drive home and check on her...
 
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