It was late December. Snow lay all about as Mike made his way to his step-Mother's for a seasonal family get together. He had been working hard and was laden with presents for his family. His father had left home when he was 17 and his 'adopted family' had become closer to him than his real family, his mother excepted. When his father had remarried he gained a sister. As an only child, he had enjoyed the attention but had always felt something was missing. Gaining a sister had given him so much happiness. Katherine had a sympathetic ear; an understanding personality and warmth, which he had gone without before.
Everything had gone swimmingly. The years passed through his late teens and his twenties and he got on with his life. Then Katherine gave birth to two daughters. Mike had beautiful twin nieces. He had never married himself. He was unlucky in love and frankly was not good at relationships. Hayley and Nathalie called upon his paternal side and he spent year after year doting on them and following their every development through school; going on holidays from time to time; days out and enjoying lots of special moments as loving families do. However, they were not his own flesh and blood and the day came more or less around their eighteenth birthday that Mike realised he was attracted to Nathalie and Hayley. Incredibly so. He was more attracted to Nathalie, simply because he had always had more of a connection with her than the other sister. His emotions frankly disgusted him, but he was finding them hard to ignore. They had turned eighteen four months earlier and were in the last year at College. He had seen less of them in the last year or so, as they spent more time with friends etc. They were often not around when he visited his sister. This had helped to some extent but made his feelings even more intense when he did see them.
Mike had come to the conclusion that Nathalie was aware of his feelings. She was innocent, but not stupid. He knew she and her twin were still both virgins. Katherine had kept them both very young through their teens, so by the time they had reached their eighteenth they were bright, thoughtful but gorgeous young adults rather than precocious ones, like so many of their peers. Mike found this very endearing and attractive. Nathalie had this way of looking at him. An enigmatic, loving smile, which Mike could never quite interpret. She was well aware of her sexuality but thought nothing of sitting opposite him with her legs open when she wore her tight black leggings. Her soft mound and full pussy lips, pressed against the cotton, would often catch Mike's eye. It made him uncomfortable, but insatiably interested in her hidden treasure. He would imagine what she must taste like, how glorious her pussy had to be.
Hayley greeted him when he first arrived with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. His first thoughts were always, innocent and loving. Mike began by catching up with the teenagers' affairs.
'How is college then Hayley?'
'Yes, good thanks.'
'Have you finished for Christmas now?'
'Yeah last week, but Nat's still at hers till Monday - Ha ha!'
'Oh how's that?'
'I don't know.'
'Oh, where is she anyhow?'
Hayley grinned and went to fetch her sister. Nathalie came into the room, and after another big hug, he gave them their Christmas gift tokens. He had given up trying to buy presents. Tokens, which they could spend on anything in the mall seemed to go down well with the girls. He was popular with them. Despite his far greater maturity, he was a young 40 year old and knew what made them tick.
It was an hour into the party and Mike had popped into the kitchen to help himself to a piece of trifle. Nathalie came in and leant against the radiator looking both deliciously attractive and sweetly innocent.
'You look gorgeous tonight Nathalie.'
'Awwww thanks Mike. That's sweet.'
'Is it?'
'What do you mean? It is sweet.'
'There's gorgeous and gorgeous though.'
'I don't get it.'
'Yes you do Nathalie.'
Nathalie smiled and looked away shyly.
'Can I share a secret with you Nat?'
'Yes, of course.'
'No really. A proper secret. One that no one can know about.'
'Yes go on.'
Nathalie looked both interested and concerned.
'I want to touch you Nat.. I so want to know what your breasts feel like to touch.'
'That's naughty Mike, why are you saying that to me?'
'I know, but if I don't say it, I'll go mad, I had to get it off my chest.'
Nathalie's cheeks had reddened. She looked at Mike with her topaz blue eyes. There was an intense moment of awkwardness and she walked out of the kitchen hurriedly. Mike followed her, suddenly frantic with worry that she would spill the beans. The rest of the family had gathered in another room to prepare a game. Nathalie was sitting at the top of the stairs with her head in her hands. He was cursing himself for his candour. What had he done?!
'Nathalie, I'm sorry. I thought you would understand.'
'I'm shocked. I'm your family.'
'I know, I know. Look, I chose the wrong time - well there was never going to be a right time to say what I said.'
Mike's sister had just appeared and could see something was wrong. Mike tried not to make eye contact with her and just held out on Nathalie not blowing the whole thing open.
'What's up Nat?'
'Nothing.'
'Well clearly it's not nothing.'
'I've got to work New Year's Eve and I wanted to go to Beth's party.'
'Oh is that all! I thought it was something serious! Just ring them up and say you can't make it!'
'OK. Thanks.'
'Anyway, come on you two, we're going to play Guess Who.'
'You owe me!' Said Nathalie when her Mum had gone.
'OK, OK, thank you Nathalie.'
