James Morgan was an amazing man. Standing at 6'2", 220lbs he had a more then appealing body type. His occasionally messy brown hair hung just over his light green eyes. He almost possessed a boyish charm. The years had been good to him. He was set to turn forty two in two days.
Bailey just wanted to stay home. The young twenty three year old just wanted a spring break for once all to herself. Between nearly full time work and full time school, Bailey never had a moment to herself anymore. And the moment her mother had mentioned meeting up with her uncle for his birthday over the weekend before the start of spring break made her heart sink in her chest.
She didn't have any plans set up, but then again, she had barely any time to even regroup with her friends to find out what they were doing. It made her wish she'd chosen to go to a college out of state.
With a heavy sigh, Bailey agreed to her mother's request. She never really saw much of her family anymore anyway. And she'd been seven the last time she'd seen Uncle James. She couldn't even really remember what he looked like. The least she could do was enjoy the weekend in Los Angeles and wish him a good birthday.
The drive was killer. She was just thankful she brought her iPod and a few magazines. Traffic up I5 from Oceanside was crazy. The tourists were out in full force and acting like right idiots. With her mother and father discussing this and that in the front, Bailey flipped through a Cosmo mag, giggling a little at the 10 worst sex mishaps and 7 signs he's cheating on you.
Bailey never really considered herself someone that read Cosmo. She was short, barely making 5'4". Her plain brown hair hug layered around her shoulders. Nothing too special. Her lips were tiny, not half bad, but injections might be a must in the future. The only thing she really admired about herself was her eyes. She had a wicked set of dark eyes. In her opinion they even had a pretty shape to them. Not exactly bedroom eyes, but beautiful enough to get complimented on them once or twice. It made her feel good.
And then there was the bust issue.
After much ridicule throughout middle school, she'd been made fun of (as some girls are) about her larger bust size. Bailey was a healthy girl, weighing about 140lbs. She played softball so she had a bit of muscle on her. But her breasts were ridiculous in her opinion. Thirty four D's. She'd joke about how the cup of her bra could often cover her face. Needless to say she wasn't all that fond of them (even if they did earn her a few drinks when she went out with friends).
After four hours in a car from San Diego to LA, Bailey sighed in relief as she saw the large city buildings a few miles off.
"So are we staying in a hotel, dad?"
"Nah, your uncle's got a big enough place. Offered us a room." Her father chuckled, "He says it works as payment for the gas we had to spend getting up here."
Her parents were nerds, but she loved them.
Pulling up in the scenic driveway, Bailey tucked her things away in her backpack and was out the car door before her dad even put it in park.
The property was impressive. He had to have someone doing his lawn. It was too nice. The trees and bushes, the green grass. Her parents could barely keep the grass yellow in some places in their back yard.
Pulling an earbud from her iPod out of one of her ears, she looked over a large flowered bush. Little blue flowers littered the heads of each stem.
"It's lilac."
The voice made a chill run up her spine. It was warm but had a sense of power behind it.
Bailey licked her lips and swallowed quickly before turning around to face the warm smile of the man towering above her. And god was he gorgeous.
"You must be Bailey." His chuckle was deep, resonating from deep within his chest. "I haven't seen you since you were, gosh, you had to have just started learning how to ride a bike. Looks like your parents raised you up right."
She could feel warmth spreading in her cheeks...and other places as she smiled back. Laughing lightly, she looked down at her feet briefly before looking back up at him, "That'd be me. I guess you're Uncle James?"
"Meh, don't bother with the Uncle bit. I'm happy with just James."
Bailey could feel herself staring and the heat was spreading further. To try and dampen the awkwardness, she went to open her mouth to continue the conversation, but her parents soon interjected. She was safe for now.
After getting everything settled in the spare room, which in Bailey's opinion was far too small for her and her parents even if it was a king sized bed, they all headed out for dinner.
James took them to a local sushi bar. Her parents reminisced a bit with her uncle as she listened intently. Her parents may have been nerds, but they did have good stories, and by the end of the evening she was thankful that they, nor had her uncle, noticed the inappropriately long glances she'd stolen all night.
Stealing away to the bathroom once they were back at her uncle's, Bailey did her nightly routine of getting ready for bed. Doing her best to put the thoughts of Uncle James aside. He was hot as hell, but he was still her uncle. Family was family. And the notion of incest was just...weird.
After everyone said their good nights, Bailey tried to sleep. The bed was crowded, and to make matters worse, her father's snoring was keeping her up.
Groaning, she pulled herself out of bed and walked out into the hall. Her cotton pj pants hung low on her hips and the tank top she was wearing was getting to the point where she needed to get a new one. Worn but comfortable for now.
Too busy rubbing her eyes, from wanting to close them, Bailey ran into something solid.
"What the fu-....Uncle James?"
There was that familiar chuckle again. "Hey, what'd I say about that uncle bit? What are you doing up?"
She explained her situation.
"Well you could sleep in my room. It's snore free."
With a smile, she accepted, following her uncle down the hall.
"I've got a king in my room too. You don't mind sharing do you?"
The blush crept into her cheeks once more. Thank god it was dark. "Yeah, that's fine. As long as I can get some sleep I'll be alright."
He gave her a tight, strong hug around her shoulders before leading her into his room.
The navy blue sheets where already turned down.
"So what were you up for anyway, Unc-...James?"
"Oh, just needed to stretch my legs. I don't really sleep all that well at night." He explained how that since his divorce he didn't really have a restful sleep. Too much stress between the split and work.
"Kinda sounds like my life. I mean, my problems are minimal to yours, but you know what I mean. Busy all the time and stuff."
James nodded, "I envy you. I really do. What I'd do to go back and do it all again." He chuckled again, "Definitely would learn from my mistakes."
Bailey smiled and nodded before walking to the end of the bed. God this felt odd. Uncomfortable, but there was no way she was going to go back to the other room. "So uh..what side do you sleep on?"
He pointed to the right side, as he pulled off his bathrobe. Briefs. Plaid ones that seemed to be tight in all the right places.
Fuck this was odd. She shouldn't be feeling like this.
