Short Stories by Kristen

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Inhaling deeply, drawing her scent into my lungs, I exhaled and for the next twenty minutes I watched her sleep, a pure indulgent pleasure. Alright Jade, what do you want to do?" I beam with my most entertaining voice as sit down on the couch with her. With the single bedside lamp illuminating the room in a soft, weak yellow light, holding my breath, I lifted the quilt. Michelle's buds were shadowed giving them more prominence than I'd imagined. Pale pink areolae, slightly darker than her skin, with tiny soft nipples mounded up on her chest. I couldn't resist and bent to lightly kiss one then the other. They were remarkably firm little buds. Brrrr! Cold!" she exclaimed, scooting to me, icy feet wiggling under my legs, a cold nose pressed to my side.

Alone again, my mind drifted. Too many new things had emerged in the last day or so. It was disorienting and a bit overwhelming. Michelle was perfectly charming. She was sweet and her pleasure at simple things in life was contagious. But the powerful desire to see her wake up in bed with me again was disconcerting. I couldn't remember seeing anything so beautiful as her soft morning smile. His look took her breath away. The sly smile made her heart trip. The heat in his pretty eyes made her flush. His hand squeezed her bum. She couldn't stop herself. She kissed him, liking how he smiled against her lips. A twinkle appeared in his eyes. She smiled. She adored his attention. She adored Mitch.The memory of sleeping in Mitch's arms was strong. She wondered why it felt so good, as if it was the right place for her to be. During the day she studied her uncle as he worked. Lean and muscular, he concentrated on whatever he was doing, giving it his entire attention. He moved with ease and economy, no fluster or fumbling, simply doing things with competence. Dark hair fell over his brow and into his eyes and every so often he'd pause and brush the hair up and away. It was long at the collar, too. Nooooo. Can't say that I have," Kevin answered then added a grin revealing tobacco-stained teeth. "I'm not sure there's ever been a need for him to hug me."

Dracula, come!" I yelled, heading down to the stable. I'd feed the horses early so I could take the rest of the day off; assuming I didn't need to shovel the roof again. I glanced down at her sharply. She looked up at me all innocent, giving my crotch a soft grope and suddenly grinning when my erection pulsed. Kevin insisted she was a horse whisperer. I insisted it was her gentle, calm personality. We agreed to disagree. You're still hard," she observed quietly, pressing herself against my erection. "Want some help with it?"He was very careful around her. He never touched her. He didn't brush against her, hug her or sit near her. It was almost like he was scared of her except that his eyes were so caring. She was confused and knew who to ask about it. I caressed her soft cheek with my thumb. "Morning. It's Uncle Mitch," I reminded her almost automatically.

She didn't move while I dressed. She hadn't even peeked out by the time I left to make breakfast. But the magical scent of frying bacon drew her out. I blushed, he must’ve thought I was upset for how close he had placed his hand. “It’s okay.” I said. “It was a suggestion.” Michelle smiled to herself. Kevin needed to shave. His cheek was like sandpaper. She sort of liked the smell of tobacco, though.I leaned to the side, resting my head against his chest. It wasn’t very comfortable, but it was all I’d be getting for now.