Sugar was leaning over the dining room table as she always did when we were alone in the house for long periods at breakfast. Shaking her butt to the beats from the music carrying from the lounge. I stood in the doorway admiring her lithe, sensual body. Long tanned legs and perfect firm ass clad in a tiny black thong allowing me the treat of ogling those perfect ass cheeks. The top of the thong had a lovely welcoming bow; a silly thought ran through my head that the bow represented Sugar as a beautiful present waiting for me to unwrap.
The build-up had been going on for weeks now, teasing each other, knowing we couldn't relieve the tension until her father had left for his business trip. Two wonderful weeks with my babe alone, and by gods did she know how to tease! The last two weeks alone had been torturous stealing kisses and the odd caress here and there.
I must admit though I loved the teasing as much as she did, loose fitting trousers had been a requisite whilst her father had been present. Which incidentally was when she did her best work of teasing me. Always finding some excuse to show some part of her flesh or bending down to expose her curvaceous little ass.
The number of times we had almost been caught was insane. Last night for example, she flashed me as she walked from the shower to her bedroom. She only just managed to cover herself before Pete her father, my brother got to the top of the stairs.
I was still trying to get my head round how all this started, however I didn't want to start thinking of all that history, not at that moment anyway. All I could do was pray for the morning when Pete had gone to Paris for his business course or whatever it was this time. No wonder Sugar's mother walked out. Anyway, I had the job, well the pleasure in my case of looking after Sugar not that she needed looking after, and the house of course.
My mind raced back to this morning listening to her talking to Pete. I loved the way she could act the dumbed down blonde whilst being so street smart. I think that was more to do with how quickly times have changed. "I'll only be gone two weeks baby." Pete had said pulling her into his arms for a hug.
"I'm going to miss you loads, Daddy."
"I'll call to let you know I'm OK after I check into the hotel. Don't forget to be good for your uncle Bruce. Sugar rolled her eyes at me but played the dutiful daughter card to a tee. I on the other hand had already said my goodbyes to Pete that morning.
I watched from my bedroom window as Sugar waved off Pete still in the pyjama bottoms and tight baby t-shirt she'd slept in. I'd excused myself soon after she had run downstairs to wave Pete off, jumping the last three steps as usual. I'd had to get out of there, my cock was nearly standing to attention at the sight of those firm buttchecks where the material on her pyjama bottoms had ridden up her butt, that coupled with the tight t-shirt barely containing her pert breasts. I was having a hard enough time trying to keep my jaw from hitting the ground. "Pete have a safe journey, I'm off for a shower then I'll make slugger here some breakfast." Sugar rolled her eyes at my teasing nickname I had given her years ago. As I headed to the door I called to her. "Slugger, don't forget to lay the table ready."
"uncle Bruce, do I have to?" The little girl lost voice was a real heart breaker and she knew it.
"Kids, who'd have them." That's when I headed to the shower, leaving Pete and my little Slugger, beautiful little Sugar to say her goodbyes to Pete. I had been counting the seconds till Pete pulled off the drive waiting to head back downstairs. I need my Sugar fix.
The beat from the music brought me back from my reminiscing, well that and the smell of Sugar's perfume.
I couldn't be sure from where I was standing but I was sure she was aware of my presence, standing in the doorway in only my boxers, which were now tenting. I could tell she was smiling as she spoke to me.
"Are you going to stand there all morning or are you going to come here and kiss me. I even laid the table ready like you asked."
"A morning kiss would seem to be appropriate then, seems like there's still something missing though, guess I'll have to lay it." I allowed myself a little grin for the double entendre.
"I'm still waiting for my kiss." She leaned further over the table pushing her butt into the air wiggling it provocatively.
"When did you get changed?" A question I'd been wondering as I'd nearly ran down the stairs when Pete had left.
