DISCLAIMER:
Al characters, places, and situations portrayed in the following work are completely fictional, any resemblance to any actual living people, places, or circumstances is completely fortuitous and unintended.
All characters are above legal age.
The following work contains scenes of male domination, female submission, and other possible acts that can be interpreted as somewhat abusive behavior, the author does not condone such behavior, unless strictly, thoroughly mutually consented to.
Chapter 2
It had been approximately three weeks since the night I witnessed Pops and Crystal's "dance".
I must say that since that day, things had been certainly different.
For one.
Pops and Crystal now acted openly affectionate to one another, neither of them seemed concerned about being found out, even when Connor was present, they still acted the same, and, for whatever reason, Connor didn't seem to mind, I even get the impression he preferred it like that, now that Pops hogged Crystal's attention, she had stopped pestering him for his.
I had the suspicion Connor knew what was going on...
As for me, my routine also had changed.
Substantially.
Since that day, whether I wanted to or not, Amber had been around me a lot more, she sought me constantly and demanded my attention in an even less subtle way every day.
She made up reasons to go to my studio at night.
The whole family knew that is where I could be found, although that was only because my studio had always been my entry point to the passages, still, since I locked the door, no one knew that I was rarely there.
Just like Carlos described, I had started to look forward to her visits.
This new interaction of ours had given me a whole new perspective and broadened my horizons.
I had forgotten what it feels like to meet a woman for the first time.
I had known Amber since she was born, but that was as my niece, I must confess that I barely knew things about her.
I don't think people make an honest effort to really know someone else, most of the time, at least not anywhere near compared to when a new person interests you.
Every day I discovered something new about her, her sense of humor, for example, I had no idea how much she loved to laugh, and how captivating her smile was when she did.
Her sense of fashion was another, she liked to coordinate her clothes, and owned a very varied wardrobe, one thing almost all her wardrobes had in common, and that I never noticed until that accident.
All her wardrobe was rather revealing.
She seemed to like short and/or skimpy clothing items the most, her underwear collection in particular seemed the most extensive and varied, all sorts of tiny and enticing underwear had paraded in front of my eyes by now.
Thongs, boy shorts, panties, of every type, color, and fabric imaginable.
She seemed intent on giving me a heart stroke.
Her favorite excuse to visit me at night was homework, I had no idea that both she and Christine planned to pursue architecture.
I am ashamed to admit that I never even asked any of them, I may be a lousier father and uncle than I thought.
I just figured that no matter what any of them decided to study, they all would always have me and my money to back them up, so I always advised them to study whatever made them happy.
No matter the case, I was now Amber's tutor, and I was happy to be, especially when she had any doubts, she usually grabbed a seat right next to me and leaned over my desk whenever she had doubts.
She overleaned every chance she got.
My desk was big and had plenty of space for her to do that, giving me a very good look at her body in the process.
Every night, and little by little, she dissimulated even less.
I very much doubt my input was having any positive effect on her grades, as I found myself babbling most of the time when she asked something, and she loved to mesmerize me.
I didn't know how long this would continue, and I found controlling myself a harder task as nights went by.
I ignored if any of our other family members had already noticed, but I reckoned it was a matter of time.
The only one that truly concerned me, however, was Kara, she is the one I married, and the one I owed my loyalty and faithfulness.
What I was doing was wrong, I knew that, but it was too late for me to stop, those desires had already invaded my reason and Amber's image already occupied my dreams.
The wall still stood, but it was crumbling, I doubted I was gonna be able to stop it from falling, and I was not sure I wanted to anyway.
I just prayed that Kara would be able to forgive me, at the stage I was at, it was the best possible result I could hope for.
"Hey daddy," I heard a sweet voice calling, first thing in the morning.
"Morning, sweetheart!" I greeted back to Simone.
"Daddy, I need some help with school," she declared.
"What is it?" I inquired.
"I have trouble with my accounting assignment," she informed.
"I do know a thing or two about that, but I think someone else can help you more, why don't you swing by at the company today and check with Margo?" I proposed.
Margot is the one that runs the administrative side of the company, she supervises both the construction company and the real state agency.
"I didn't ask Margo, I asked you," she icily replied.
"I didn't mean to blow you off sweety, I just don't know how helpful I can be," I explained.
"Forget it, Daddy," she shot me down immediately.
She turned around and headed toward her room.
"What kind of father picks her niece over his daughter?" she muttered, as she walked away.
I froze, I did hear that last part.
A sense of shame overcame me, I did not turn her down for any reason other than what I thought would be more helpful to her, but it seemed my suspicions about the family taking notice of Amber and me were not unfounded.
I guess that just then, Simone had tested me, and I had failed her test miserably.
I was too immersed in my thoughts to notice someone walking next to me.
"My love?" her voice brought me back.
Kara was standing next to me.
"I'm sorry honey, I got distracted," I excused myself.
"What is wrong with Simone?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" I probed.
"I walked past her when I was coming down the stairs, I spoke to her but she ignored me, and I heard her muttering "stupid daddy," or something, why would she say something like that?" she questioned.
I explained what just happened.
"I see," she uttered, as she looked out the window.
"Simone has always been the one most attached to you," she said "I guess she feels jealous of how you have been helping Amber lately," she smiled.
