Page 88 of Finding Our Reality

She was so upset at the thought of me having a child that she drank herself into a sick stupor. I knew it was time to show her more of my life, show her my house.Our house. Show her what I built for us, not knowing if I would ever get the opportunity to have her in my life again. Show her that I was an uncle. Not a father.

When I saw her in her bra and panties last night, I nearly lost my shit. Nearly came in my pants like some young teenager watching porno for the first time.

And my first impression in the police station was right. Her breasts have grown over the years. She’s at least one full cup size bigger. The combination of her soft curves and long, lean legs was nearly too much. And although I’m a dick, I’m notthatkindof dick. So, I quickly covered her gorgeous body in my T-shirt, put her clothes in the washer, and slept downstairs on the couch. I couldn’t even trust myself to sleep in the guest room upstairs. But I did check on her multiple times throughout the night. And each time, the sight of her body curled in my bed, nestled among the sheets and blankets, cut its way into my dead heart, making it beat and thunder with vibrant new life.

I love her. I love her so damn much it hurts.

I stand there for so long that it scares me when I hear the shower cut off. Jumping, I quickly walk from the room. I’m halfway down the stairs when Laura yells for me. “Uncle Ry! You help me wash my hair?”

After I clean up the bathroom and Laura dresses in her unicorn nightgown, we race downstairs. Lulu’s sitting on the couch, typing on her phone. Her towel-dried hair is a mass of wavy curls. She’s wearing a fresh T-shirt and a fresh pair of my boxer briefs. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The most beautiful thing I willeversee. Laura plops down on the couch next to her, turning on the TV, and flicking through the movies available for streaming.

“Sorry.” Lulu leans forward, putting her phone on the coffee table. “Raylee had texted me.” When she sits back, the T-shirt tugs against her body and her peaked nipples make me weak in the knees. She’s no longer wearing a bra.

I clear my throat, “Laura, go into the mud room, look on the shelf. I put a surprise there when I came home.” Jumping up, she races from the room.

Lulu stares at me. Her caramel-coated eyes trail down my body, widening in surprise when they get to my crotch. She swallows. Hard.

“No bra, Lulu? Seriously? You’re wearing my shirt. My underwear. And now, you’re not wearing a bra.” My hand grabs my crotch, adjusting my dick. “Are you trying to kill me?”

Wickedly smiling, she winks. “Game on.”

“Sour gummy worms!” Laura bounces back into the room. Pouncing on the couch, she holds the bag in front of Lulu’s face. “Do you like gummy worms too, Miss Lulu?”

“I sure do.”

“Will you open the bag, please?”

Lulu opens the bag and gives Laura first pick. Then she picks a blue and green one for herself, slides it deep into her mouth, and slowly pulls it from her lips, licking the sugar from it.

Fuck me.

“Miss Lulu, what movie do you wanna watch?”

“You pick.”

“I have the perfect one.” Laura starts the movie and reaches for another piece of candy. “Uncle Ry? Aren’t you gonna sit down?”

“Y’all start without me. I need a quick shower.” I walk up the stairs, mumbling under my breath. “A cold shower.”

Lulu’s giggle follows me up the stairs and into the bathroom. It plays on repeat in my ears… the whole time I jack off in the shower.

Once showered and relieved to where I can somewhat function like a normal human being, I head back downstairs to my girls.

Lulu and Laura are snuggled into a pile of arms and legs beneath a large blanket, watching a musical about a princess. Great. She just had to pick a princess movie. I like it much better when Little Girl choosesStar WarsorIndiana Jonesmovies. The second I sit next to her she offers me some of the blanket. My niece really is the sweetest little girl.

I wrap my arm around the back of the couch, using it as an excuse to trace my thumb across Lulu’s shoulder. The air thickens, sending tangible energy from her body to mine. It’s completely unexpected when Laura grabs my hand and Lulu’shand, joining them together across her lap. Gently she wraps her little fingers around ours, so that all three of us are holding hands.

Like I said, she really is the sweetest little girl.

I watch Lulu as she studies our intertwined fingers. Slowly lifting her head, she smiles at me. Softly. Sweetly. Her smile is like the first ray of sunshine after a week of storm clouds.

By the end of the movie, Laura’s yawning so much I’m afraid she’s going to dislocate her jaw. I flip off the TV. “Come on, Little Girl, time for bed.”

“Can Miss Lulu tuck me in too?”

I shrug, tipping my chin at Lulu.

“Sure, I’d love to.” When she stands from the couch, the boxer briefs she’s wearing tangle against her thighs and the round globe of her ass cheek hangs out. She quickly covers herself.

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