One of My Own

All characters engaged in sex acts are eighteen or older.

Ezra watched as his brother, Daniel, his wife Su, and their daughter Candy got off the train. The late August day was sweltering, doubly so for the visitors used to Indiana's comparatively mild summers. Even this far north in California, it was like the sun sat on your shoulder. Hot in the shade. The family's faces expressed their discomfort as they squinted and wiped their brows. They walked toward him, Su trying to look pleasant, and Candy a little less nervous then she obviously was. Not Daniel though. His grim face was set in stone like it always had been, yet still expressed his distaste at dealing with his brother. He looked like he had stepped in something. He was doing that walk he did, the one that looked like he was hurrying a bit more than he needed to. He thought it looked hard for a middle aged man to do. It had looked intimidating to Ezra when Daniel regularly gave him bloody noses. Now it was just silly and performative.

Candy had graduated form high school last spring. When they had spoken, Daniel and Ezra's mom and dad had sung her praises. Straight As, never getting in trouble. No drinking or boys. She had just been a kid the last time Ezra had seen her a decade earlier. He was shocked at how much she had come to look like her mom. Ezra and his family were corn fed Midwesterners and Su was Korean. That had been quite the scandal when Daniel dated and married her, but the family eventually adapted.

As he approached, Daniel mechanically shook his hand. "Ezra," he said. "Thanks for agreeing to the plan." As always, he crushed Ezra's hand like he had something to prove. He did, of course.

Said plan was that Candy would stay with Ezra while she went to the small local university. It was a plan that Ezra was distinctly unhappy about, but Daniel, along with Su and Mom and Dad, had convinced him. More like strong-armed him. He couldn't stand up to all of them, especially with the house he lived alone in and being the only family member out west. They told him he wouldn't even notice she was there. He doubted it.

He especially doubted he wouldn't notice her with how she looked now. She took after her mom, with straight black hair in a sensible bob and black, slightly epicanthic eyes. Her round face smiled easily. Her mom was a thicker version of her, with just a little more tits and ass than her daughter. Candy's dress was quite conservative, to the point that it must have been uncomfortable in the heat. The sleeves were too long, and the collar was comically modest. It was light blue and looked like something from the Gold Rush when this town was founded. Still, he got a hint of her petite figure underneath. His mind rushed with what the dress might be hiding. Her being his niece didn't stop his dirty mind. Or his hardening member.

"We really appreciate it." Su said. The parents looked expectantly at Candy.

"Yeah," she said, pushing a lock of hair back from her forehead.

"Candace?" Her dad admonished.

"I mean, it's very nice, sir." She smiled at him. It wasn't completely fake. Her broad face flashed braced teeth.

Ezra was about to correct her. The only ones who ever called him sir were cashiers. But something about her calling him sir gratified him. Might as well let her if she was going to. God only knew what her parents had told her about how to behave.

Still, the situation was irritating and Ezra felt awkward at her gratitude. "It'll be fine," he grumbled.

Daniel tried to look nonchalant. "Dear, why don't you and Candace go get a cup of coffee so the men can talk?"

"Alright," Su said. "Let's go, Candace." The two of them walked off. Ezra didn't try to hide that he was looking at their asses, not that their modest dress made it easy.

"Ezra-" Daniel began.

"Look, you've already convinced me to do this. Don't sell past the close."

His brother faced him, his blue eyes cold. "I wasn't going to." Ezra didn't believe him. "We've had our differences in the past, and we know you want to support the family." They walked along together, Daniel tall, fit and clean cut while Ezra was stocky, stubbly, and long haired. "She's a well-behaved girl and respectful. She's not going to be bringing boys home or throwing parties."

Ezra scoffed, he actually wanted nothing to do with the family. "Oh I'm sure you've raised her better than that." His sarcasm was palpable.

Daniel ignored his tone. "We raised her like dad raised us. She's a good Christian girl. I know that doesn't mean anything to you, but Su and I know better."

Rolling his eyes, Ezra headed over to one of the benches. "It means plenty to me, just not the same as it does to you. You're a good Christian man yourself." It was kind of nice, being able to take shots at his brother like this. Like old times.

He sighed, following his brother. "You need to take good care of her." When he had watched Candy walking away, he knew

just how

he wanted to take care of her.

Ezra motioned for Daniel to sit on the bench with him. "She's an adult, I'm sure she can manage."

"There are all kinds of temptations for her, even at a nice Christian university like this one. I know she won't... What I'm saying is, she can look out for her own virtue. I'm not afraid of that."

Not liking where this was going, Ezra said. "Then what the hell are you afraid of?"

Daniel looked around. It wasn't so bad to Ezra seeing his sanctimonious brother this uncomfortable. When he spoke his voice was hushed. "You don't still... smoke pot? Or look at porn?"

With a bark of laughter, Ezra said. "So it's not enough to push your girl on me, now you want to tell me what to do in my own house?"

"You shouldn't do it regardless, none of it is godly." Daniel scowled, Ezra's reaction irritating him.

"Well, it might be good for you to give weed and porn a try. It would loosen you up. So you think I'm going to send back some kind of Jezebel when all this is over? Being out on her own is going to affect her a lot more than I would. Maybe she's better off not staying with a bad man like me!"

Daniel ground his teeth. This was clearly not where he anticipated this conversation going. "You just better take care of her gosh darn it. Treat her like one of your own. I don't want her getting into anything bad or I'll-"

"You'll what? Knock another of my teeth out?" Even back when they were kids, Ezra had a mouth on him, and Daniel would meet his words with violence. Awkward as Daniel's blustering was, Ezra knew he could lay him out easily still. He didn't care. "Go fuck yourself. What do you say to that?"

His eyes lit up. "I could still pop you one. You sure as heck would deserve it! If anything happens to her you'll regret it."

"Maybe not. I might even show her a good time, see how sweet Candy actually is."

Daniel's face twisted and Ezra knew he had hit a nerve. But Daniel's eyes darted to the side. Su and Candace were heading their way. He bared his teeth, as if he were biting his harshest words back. "Her name is Candace. She's an adult now. You never had any kids, so you don't know what a dad will do for his girl!"

Su was close enough now that they had to play nice. Still, she could tell something was up. "Dear, is everything ok?" She asked.

"Just having uncivilized man talk," Ezra responded. "I was just assuring my big brother that Candy was perfectly safe with me." His smile was saccharine. It taunted Daniel.

Su laughed. She didn't have much knowledge to go on other than what Daniel said about his brother. "She likes to be called Candace now, if you don't mind." Candy nodded, no less nervous.

"And if I do mind?" He said. It was too awkward even for Su now. Daniel seethed. Candy stared at him wide-eyed.

For a couple of seconds no one said anything. Su forced a laugh. "It sure is hot out here. We should probably get going." Ezra couldn't disagree and they headed toward the parking lot. Su offered to help Daniel carry the luggage. He declined. Ezra offered nothing.

--

Ezra already had a cigarette going. Why the hell not? He needed something for his nerves after dealing with Daniel. Candy hadn't said anything since she had got in the car. She stared out the window at the field of dry grass rolling by. Tense as he was, Ezra could tell that Candy was wound tight enough to break. Did she feel guilty for imposing on him? In all likelihood she did, though she hadn't had any say in this. According to her family's beliefs, she was Daniel's until she got married. So why feel bad? He decided to have some fun.

"So Candy, you just graduated. I'm surprised your parents let you go to school and didn't homeschool you." His eyes stayed on the road, but he made sure his voice carried the right tone.

"Yes, sir. Trinity high. And I prefer Candace, please."

A point he could needle her on already. Good. "So you're eighteen?" Strictly speaking, it would make him feel a bit better leering at her, though he had no further plans. But he wanted her to think about it. Think about why her uncle might ask her if she's an adult. Ezra was already feeling something obnoxious and dirty inside him.

She cleared her throat. "My birthday was in January, sir. I'm eighteen."

"So it's an all girls school?"

"There were boys too." She wouldn't face him.

"You have a boyfriend? That never works out when one goes away to college, you know. One or both of you find someone you can get your hands on. So do you?"

It took Candy a second to answer. "No, Sir."

"You like girls?"

Even in the other seat, Ezra could feel Candy stiffen. "No, sir. That's a sin."

"Pretty girl like you could get laid no problem in college. Boy or girl." Candy had no idea what to say to that. Ezra continued. "You dress like that all the time?"

"School had uniforms. Button up white shirt and plaid skirt."

"That's a little on the nose, isn't it?" He said.

"What do you mean, sir?"

"You know, schoolgirl outfit. Do they have you wear a tie too?"

"No, sir."

He looked over for just a second. Candy was no longer looking out the window. Her eyes were cast down to the floor, but Ezra could tell he was still within her field of vision. "Bet you look cute as hell in that uniform. I don't suppose you brought it with you?"

She gulped, "No, sir."

"Pictures?"

"I think I have a few on my phone. Do you think this is appropriate to ask me about, sir?"

Ezra ignored her question. "Well, you'll have to show me sometime after we get home."

"I-I- don't think that's appropriate, sir!" She stammered.

"Bullshit. It's the least you could do staying at my house and eating my food."

A deep blush was creeping up her face. "Do you have to use words like that sir?"

"No, I don't have to. I

want

to. And I don't want to hear any more complaining about it. Is that clear?" Let's see how much they taught her to respect her elders.

"Yes, sir."

"Do they make you wear bras with it too?" Her little tits could go without a bra, as far as Ezra could tell.

"There was no rule..." Her speech was labored. "Most girls did."

"How about you?"

Even over the din of the engine he could hear her breathing. "I can't- You shouldn't-"

"Answer the question. Did you wear a bra with your uniform?"

"Yes, sir. Always." Her voice quavered. Ezra didn't look over to see if it was from tears or anger. Didn't matter.

"How about now?"

Her answer was barely audible. "Yes."

In Ezra's estimation she looked like she had As. Maybe Bs. It worked for her, since she was cute and petite rather than curvy. All the same it gave him a thrill that he would be leering at her for months now. There would no doubt be girls at school prettier and sexier than her. But her look, along with the naivety she certainly had from her dad's "upbringing" would make her fresh meat for those boys. And for him.

"I see. So Candy-"

"Candace, sir."

"

Candy.

You said you never had a boyfriend. Have you ever kissed one?"

She squirmed in her seat. "No."

"How about a girl?" He took a drag on his cigarette.

Candace was startled by the question, and struggled to answer. "Umm... no."

"It's good to come to college unattached. You be on the lookout for boys while you're here. Or girls." She didn't respond. "So do you have anything useful you do? I could use some help around the house."

"I can cook, sir. And sew."

"Fitting skills for a proper lady. You do anything for fun, I mean besides reading the Bible?"

Her jaw twitched. "I knit and do needlepoint. I help at the dog shelter. I read the B- I read."

"Well, well, well. This is going to be like having a regular wife." Again, he wanted her to think about what that could imply.

They drove in quiet until they reached town.

--

Candy had finished bringing her bags in. Again, Ezra didn't help. She was clearly impressed with the house. She had three older brothers in a small house with a single bathroom. Ezra and Daniel had both gotten into the family business with their dad. Farming and food processing. Big business in California. Ezra took to it, and moved out west. He multiplied his capital and made enough to retire early. His skill was in getting people to work hard and making wise investments, buying the right land and building at the right time. It was his idea to invest more in canning and processing than farming, and it paid off. Daniel, on the other hand, could barely handle middle management in distribution. His temper always got the better of him and he got overwhelmed with all the responsibilities. So Dad had agreed to pay for Candy's school, including college. Ezra suspected that Candy moving in with him was more Dad bringing Ezra back into the fold. It was like him and Daniel in a "get along" shirt. It wasn't the money or availability issue as they had said.

It didn't matter though. Having a guest might be annoying, but she was easy on the eyes and easy to wind up. And she would be cooking his meals. Almost the complete wife package. Almost. In regards to packages, Ezra watched Candy walking up the stairs to her bedroom. Even in that dress, her round butt showed and wiggled back and forth as she ascended. It was bigger than he expected. Hopefully she had something besides dresses.

The whole upstairs would be hers. It had sat like a vestigial part of the house for years. There was a guest bedroom where she would be sleeping, an extra bedroom that functioned as a mini library, and a bathroom. At least it was separate enough from the rest of the house that he wouldn't have to deal with her if he didn't want to. And if he did?

He decided he would give her a few minutes before he called her down. There would be some rules and expectations he had for her. The security camera panned after him as he came into the kitchen. There was another out back that would catch the occasional raccoon or possum, along with a front door camera. That one was one of the best investments of his life, being able to see who was ringing his doorbell.

Taking a glass out, he poured himself some red wine and took a sip. For a moment he considered and took out a second glass. Why not? She had probably never had a drink in her life. Introducing Daniel's daughter to something like this gave him a sick satisfaction. They had always seen him as the lost one in the family. The black sheep, though he hated the expression. The wine gurgled into the empty glass. Ezra needed a moment to think about what he was going to say. He wanted to lay down some expectations and chores. Too much up front would create some resistance. There still was no telling how far he could push her. But he also didn't want her to think she could walk all over him, that he was even ok with her staying here. She would have to earn her keep.

As his thoughts wandered they came to her body. There weren't any other women in his life as young as Candy. He wondered again about her upbringing. What had Daniel taught her? What had he told her about Ezra? Her wiggling butt as she walked up the stars came back into his mind. He imagined pushing up her dress and pulling a pair of cute, pink panties down. As innocent as she was, he doubted that it would even occur to her to shave her virgin pussy and so she would have a black bush, like the hair on her head. In his mind, he palmed the cheeks of her petite ass and spread them open, her tight little butthole pulsing in excitement as her special aroma reached his nose. His cock stiffened and raised with his fantasy.

Too bad it was only a fantasy. Ezra could get laid. He even tried a call girl once, though he didn't really have fun. He had cum mechanically with the call girl wailing with all the enthusiasm of a mediocre porn star. Cumming was nothing. He could cum in his fucking hand. Otherwise he would bring home some woman from the bar, her tits low hanging and with a fat ass and belly. Not that he had any problem with that. And certainly he would enjoy himself. Women his age were straightforward and experienced with sex, and he'd have a fun night.

But he had never been with a virgin before. His girlfriend in high school, Kim, had been with a guy before him. Her tits were little and pert like Candy's, too. She was a track girl, skinny and toned. And he had quite enjoyed her body. Sure he had also enjoyed the jiggling belly and butt of Ginger, one of his college flings. He imagined Candy's tits like Jenny's. Still, it gave him a rush thinking that a hot little ass like Candy's was never more than a few dozen feet away. Of the chores he wanted her to do, laundry certainly would not be one. He wanted her dirty clothes and their various heavenly aromas all to himself.

Shouting for her to come down would be undignified, so he came up with a wine glass in hand. It was an old house, built during the Gold Rush and remodeled a dozen times since. The stairs creaked. She had closed her door and there was silence within. He didn't bother knocking.

Candy was there at the desk in the room with a book open in front of her and she jumped when Ezra came in. "Sir, can you please knock?" Her tone had none of the politeness of her words. Her bags were on the floor, only one unpacked. It seemed the reality of her situation was sinking in.

He ignored her request. She left the book open on her desk, a tome of a thing. The pages were trimmed gold. A Bible. It figured. "Come down. We have some things to discuss." Candy only hesitated for a second, and she approached. Her creamy colored broad face was red with her irritation. "Come now, down to the living room."

"What's this about?" She asked, her face perturbed. Her braces caught Ezra's eye.

"It's about you being a guest in my house and your attitude," he replied coldly. With a silent stare, Candy passed. He placed his hand on her shoulder as she passed and felt her stiffen. Good.

The living room was just to the left of the bottom of the stairs. It had restored hardwood floors covered with various oriental rugs. There was a small hearth in the corner and he had a couch, a lounging chair, and a rocking chair. It looked rustic, despite its quality of craftsmanship. Ezra liked a quiet house. No TV on in the background and no voices calling after him. He could hear the cars out on the street. As they came in, Candy's eyes shifted to the coffee table, where her glass of wine sat. He sat down on the couch and patted it next to him. Candy moved over to the chair, ignoring his gesture. "Come sit with me, Candy." He said.

"It's Candace, sir," her voice was icy.

"We're family. There's no reason we have to be strangers. So come treat me like family." He smirked.

Candy gulped and sat down next to him. She sat leaning forward with her knees pulled together. Ezra shifted toward her, sneaking his arm around her like there were two teenages on a date. Tension filled her. Close like this he could see that she really had a pretty face. Her cheeks were wide like her moms and her eyes were so brown as to appear black. Her hair, though simple to the point of being plain, did well to compliment her face. The large eyes, along with her braces gave her the look of an ingenue. A doe in the woods.