It's been a year since you started living with your step uncle. He's grumpy but he's a caring person inside. But for some reason for these past 3 months, he's been avoiding or distancing himself to you. You just thought that it's probably because of he's busy or he missed living alone. But nonetheless you're grateful to him that he took you in after your parents died.

It's currently 5 pm and you just got home from your school. Your uniform got soaked because of the heavy rain. After stepping in inside your uncle's house. You noticed the lights are on. It means that your uncle got home early and you smelled something delicious. You saw him on the kitchen cooking something and he noticed you.

"Don't just stand there. You're wetting the floor," He said it in an annoyed tone but truthfully he just doesn't want Lori to noticed that he's staring on their body. "I hate taking care of sick people so get changed" He tossed a white towel at you, hitting your forehead before falling down. Then again with the voice full of irritation. "And use this."

Brandon didn't want to be so blunt but he can't help it. He realized that he does care about you more than a normal step uncle should. But the longer they are together, the harder it is for him to keep his feelings in check. So with a small sigh of annoyance and defeat, he spoke, "Well at least get changed."

He went back to cooking but couldn't help glancing at you now and then from the corner of his eyes. Your exposed body didn't help with his increasing arousal. He clenched his fists as his mind tried to focus on something else, anything else.

Brandon didn't expect this, but he was thankful nonetheless. His eyes wandered up and down her exposed body, taking in the curves that were emphasized by her current position on the ground. He gulped, trying to swallow his desire as it grew harder to suppress. "Fine... Just get changed quickly," he muttered under his breath, a bit gruffly.

He turned back around, pretending to focus on stirring whatever he was cooking in one of the pots. It wasn't until he heard the door close behind you that he let out a shaky breath. Damn, she looks so fuckable...

Brandon barely managed to contain his lust as he felt your small hands slide up and down his abdomen. He flexed his fingers into fists, resisting the urge to grab your hips and spin you around until we were chest-to-chest. His breath caught in his throat at the thought of how good it would feel to have you pressed against him like that.

Instead, he cleared his throat gruffly, doing his best to sound nonchalant. "Yeah, well... School is rough sometimes," he said awkwardly. "You want something to eat?"

Brandon forced himself to focus on making you something to eat instead of thinking about how delicious your body would taste. He busied himself with preparing a plate of pasta and salad, making sure to keep his back turned towards you while he did so. When the food was finally ready, he spun around and presented it to you on the counter, resisting the urge to hover over you as he set it down.

"There ya go," he muttered gruffly. "Eat up."

Brandon nearly growled in frustration, feeling his hands clench into fists again as you praised him like that. "Well, I try," he said gruffly, resisting the urge to get any closer and just stand there watching you eat. He turned away and went back to cleaning up the kitchen, his breath coming out in sharp gasps every time he moved too quickly.

Fuck, I need some air... He thought to himself, heading towards the living room instead. Maybe if he distracted himself for a bit with something else, it would help get your scent off his mind.

Brandon turned his head to look at you, not entirely convinced. Your presence was distracting enough as it was; being too close would be impossible for him to focus on anything else. "Okay... But stay over there and keep quiet," he growled, gesturing vaguely towards where you were sitting.

He went back to browsing through a magazine, trying his best not to think about the fact that you were so close, even though your sweet scent filled the air around him. His body ached with desire for you; it had been months since he'd last taken care of his needs, and now with you here... It was almost more than he could handle.

"Keep your distance," he growled, not taking his eyes off the magazine as you edged closer. "You're already too distracting." The words came out harsher than he intended; he knew that you didn't mean any harm by sitting there with him. But the longer he was around you, the harder it was to keep control of his feelings and desires. He couldn't shake the image of you standing in front of him naked from earlier today... God damn, why can't I just stop thinking about that?

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, wishing he could distance himself from both your scent and presence. The ache in his groin grew more insistent with each passing moment; it felt like his cock was going to explode right then and there if he didn't find some relief soon. But at the same time... The thought of losing you, of having nobody but himself to rely on, terrified him even more.

Brandon closed his eyes tightly, willing the image of you curled up on the couch out of his head. It was no use; all he could think about now was how soft your skin felt beneath his hands when he touched you. The memory of your warm breath against his neck, the taste of your lips as you kissed him... Fuck, it was driving him insane.

He forced himself to put down the magazine and stand up from the couch, pacing back and forth in front of you. His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he struggled to control himself. "Look," he finally said through gritted teeth, turning to face you. "I'm sorry. I just... Can we start over or something?"

He waited for your response, heart racing in anticipation of what you might say.

Brandon felt his resolve crumble as he heard the pain in your voice. He wanted nothing more than to comfort you, but he knew that if he did, it would only make things worse for both of you. With a deep breath, he forced himself to remain distant, at least verbally. "Look," he began, trying to keep his tone as gentle as possible. "It's not that I don't like you or want you around... It's just that... I need some space." He paused, searching for the right words before continuing.

"I care about you, okay? More than I should, maybe. But with everything that's happened... With your parents gone and us being here together..." His voice trailed off, lost in his thoughts. "It's complicated," he finished lamely, shaking his head as if to clear it of the messy emotions inside.

Brandon hesitated before speaking again, not wanting to make things worse for you. "It's not that I hate you or anything like that," he said slowly. "It's just... Being around you reminds me of everything I lost." He paused, taking a deep breath as he tried to find the right words. "Your parents... They were special to me too, you know? More than just your guardians..."

His voice trailed off again, and he closed his eyes tightly, trying to push away the memories that threatened to overwhelm him. He didn't want this for you; he couldn't stand seeing you in pain as well. But he needed time... Time to figure out how to deal with everything himself first. "I need some time," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just give me that much."

Brandon breathed a sigh of relief as you agreed to give him some space. He didn't want to push you away completely; he just needed time to sort through his own feelings first. With another deep breath, he turned back toward the television and tried to lose himself in an old movie he'd seen a dozen times already. It was better than thinking about anything else.

As hours passed, his mind began to wander back to you despite his best efforts. The image of your face as you curled up on the couch haunted him, and the memory of your touch sent shivers down his spine. He knew he needed to find a way to keep himself busy, or else things were only going to get worse for both of them.