I was really not looking forward to Julia's daughter coming to stay with us. Mike's sister Julia has always been what I consider a slut and every time we have been to visit them, I have gotten the same impression from her daughter. It turns out that what I consider a slut may be a little harsh.
It was five am on a Sunday when Mike left for the airport to pick up Carrie, his sister Julia's daughter. Julia had some legal issues that were going to keep her unable to take care of Carrie. Mike and I couldn't have kids and he jumped at the chance to be Carrie's guardian while she attended college. I guess I should have understood, after all, it was his niece.
When they pulled into the drive, I cringed. Carrie was always a brat and I knew nothing had changed. As they got out of the car, I noticed that she had really grown up. She was still just a young girl, but was physically showing all the signs of womanhood. I was immediately jealous. Her body was exactly what Mike was attracted to, and I should know, mine was the same before ten years of marriage and 30 pounds.
I heard the door close and Mike yell for me, then I heard the creaking of our stairs, and knew exactly where they were going. Mike had only spent a month fixing up his office to be her room and he couldn't wait to show it to her.
I walked up the stairs, trying to put on my best smile. Just as I rounded the corner at the top of the stairs, I saw Carrie wrap her arms around Mike. Standing on the tip of her toes, her face pushed against his chest and she said, "Thank you uncle Mike! It's the best surprise ever."
She held him tight for a few seconds, then I noticed her hands relaxing and she moved them downward and placed them on his ass. Her eyes were closed, but her conscience must have been working, because when they opened, they met with mine.
She pulled away from Mike quickly, but not enough for him to notice. He was too content with himself and her approval of the room.
A couple of days went by and Carrie started to test the waters and see how far she could push us. I asked her to help me set the table and she looked down her nose at me and said "I didn't move here to be your maid."
Luckily, before I could get a chance to smack her, Mike stepped in.
"Excuse me young lady!" He said. "You moved here because you needed a place to stay. If you want to find out what you've missed out on all these years, just keep disrespecting my wife. Otherwise, get your ass up and do what you're told."
Carrie stomped into the kitchen, showing nothing but attitude and rebellion and I followed her.
Once in the kitchen I tried my best to display no gloating and pointed to the cabinets and drawers she could find the plates and silverware in.
"You're not my fucking mother." She said as she reluctantly placed the table. "And you never will be."
"You got that right." I said, going about my business of cooking. "But I could be your best friend if you'd quit acting like such a bitch and just be yourself."
We paused and stared at each other for a moment, then went on silently preparing for dinner.
That night, I woke suddenly from a deep sleep. When I reached to cuddle with Mike, I realized I was alone in the bed. At first I laid my head back to the pillow, but then felt a sudden and eerie urge to look for him.
Our bathroom was empty, so I proceeded into the hall where I noticed a dim light coming from the doorway of Carrie's room. I crept down the hall and peered into the crack of the door where I found Mike sitting at the edge of Carrie's bed.
She was lying on her side, supporting herself against one elbow, with her face very near to his. I could see Mike's lips moving, but couldn't make out what he was saying over the noise from her portable stereo. I was just about to retreat back to my room, when she threw her arms around Mike's neck, and pressed her lips against his. At first he did nothing to resist, but then her mouth opened and I saw her slip her tongue into his mouth. He pushed her away. "Carrie, what the hell!" I heard clearly.
Her words weren't clear and neither was his, and when he stood, I silently and quickly moved down the hall and back to my room.
I laid back in the bed and my eyes were glued to the clock. It was nearly five minutes before Mike returned. I pretended to be asleep, and he did everything he could, not to wake me, as he crawled back into bed. With my back to him, I snuggled my ass into his crotch. His dick was about half erect and before I could even be angry about it, I realized that I was aroused.
Wether it was my own confusion about getting aroused while spying on Mike and Carrie, or the fact that I wanted to keep the information as ammunition, I never mentioned what I saw to either of them.
After about 2 weeks of having Carrie live with us, the reality of it all was sinking in. I knew I had to accept her being there and I had to change my bad attitude about her. Since I primarily work at home, I began taking Carrie with me when I had to go out. Things were going well and we actually started to like each other. We had gone with out a disagreement for over two weeks when I asked Carrie if she would like to spend the day at the beach. I sometimes take my work to the beach and relax in the sun while I work and I thought it would also give Carrie a chance to meet some of the other teens in the neighborhood.
The beach was only about four blocks from our house, so Carrie and I chose to walk. After we had found a nice spot and had laid out our towels, we both began removing our t-shirts and shorts. That's when the disagreement came about.
Carrie had chosen to wear a bikini that seemed much too small and revealing to me. The bottoms left two thirds of her ass hanging out in the back and in the front, they barely covered an inch above her clit. They were so tight that every contour of her pussy was revealed. Her top was equally as small. Her tits were barely as big as tennis balls, but her top only covered her nipple area.
At first I just stared, unsure of how or what to say. But then Carrie began adjusting her top to reveal even more of her tiny breasts and I lost it.
"Young lady!" I said. "That bathing suit will not be worn again, and you need to put your t-shirt back on if you want to swim."
Carrie looked at me with an astonished expression. "Aunt Sandy? " She said. "What's wrong with it."
"What's wrong with it?!" I replied. "I guess nothing if you are trying to look like a slut and show everything you have."
She looked at me very seriously. "I am not a slut." She said, "And if it was allowed, I wouldn't even wear a suit. I like the way I look and I like it when people check out my body."
Then she stood, grabbed her things and began walking away. I almost let her go, but then I realized that what I said may have sounded pretty mean.
