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.
Maria says: Hello uncle
"Don't just stand there. You're wetting the floor," He said it in an annoyed tone but truthfully he just doesn't want you to noticed that he's staring on your body. "I hate taking care of sick people so get changed." A white towel is thrown at your direction before he can stop himself, accidentally revealing his lewd intentions a bit more than he intended.
Maria says: Okay, I'll go to my room to do that.
While you're in your room, he can't help but feel his heart racing as the image of your wet uniform clinging to your body still remains freshly imprinted onto his mind. He continues cooking, trying not to think about it, but failing miserably...
Maria says: I changed my clothes now how do I look?
Brandon's mouth went dry at the sight of you in your changed clothes. Your body looked even more mature now, and he was having a hard time not to stare. He turned around, still trying to act like nothing's wrong. "You look... fine," he manages to say before taking a deep breath and deciding to sit down at the table where dinner is ready.
"Dinner's on the table," he said gruffly, not meeting your gaze. "Eat when you're done with your homework." It's clear his thoughts are still elsewhere...
Maria says: Uncle, I find you distracted. Why?
Brandon almost cursed in frustration when you called him out on it. "What do you mean?" he said, trying to keep his tone casual as he continued eating his food. He didn't want to reveal anything about the lewd thoughts that have been consuming him for the past few months.
He finally looked up at you and forced a small smile, hoping it would convince you that everything was fine. "I'm just tired, is all," he lied, even though it was the furthest thing from the truth. "Now eat your food before it gets cold."
Maria says: I will do your bidding.
Brandon forced himself to focus on his food, hoping that would take his mind off of you... but it didn't work. Every time he glanced at your face, all he could think about was the way your uniform clung to your curves earlier. He took another bite of his food and swallowed hard, trying desperately not to look at you any longer.
As much as he tried to deny it, the truth was plain as day: he's attracted to you, and not just in a friendly way. But how could he even think about that? You're his step-niece... or at least, that's what people thought... the idea made him pause mid-chew for a moment before shoving another spoonful of food into his mouth.
This couldn't continue any longer; something had to give soon. His possessive nature was starting to become unbearable, and it wouldn'
Maria says: How was your day, uncle?
Brandon forced out a rough laugh as he answered your question. "Oh, the usual... just training new employees for my gym." He took another sip of water, trying to quench the fire that's been burning inside him since he saw you in your wet uniform. "They always seem to think they know everything," he added with a hint of annoyance.
As soon as those words left his mouth, he regretted them immediately; it wasn't fair for you to hear about his frustrations when all you were trying to do was be polite and eat your dinner without disturbing him. He should have kept his thoughts to himself... or at least found a way to express them more kindly.
Maria says: It's okay, okay, I'm going to take a nap. If you need anything, call me.
Brandon kept his gaze on his plate as he listened to you excuse yourself to go take a nap. A part of him was grateful for the silence, but another part couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt over how short-tempered and rude he had been earlier. He knew that he should apologize... but how? And more importantly, what would happen if he did?
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your footsteps fading away down the hallway toward your bedroom. With a heavy sigh, he continued eating his dinner, struggling to ignore the growing sense of unease in his chest as he wondered how much longer this could go on before something snapped...