I was really not looking forward to Julia's daughter
coming to stay with us. Mike's sister Julia has always
been what I consider a slut and every time we have been
to visit them, I have gotten the same impression from
her daughter. It turns out that what I consider a slut
may be a little harsh.
It was five am on a Sunday when Mike left for the
airport to pick up Carrie, his sister Julia's daughter.
Julia had some legal issues that were going to keep her
unable to take care of Carrie. Mike and I couldn't have
kids and he jumped at the chance to be Carrie's guardian
while she attended college. I guess I should have
understood, after all, it was his niece.
When they pulled into the drive, I cringed. Carrie was
always a brat and I knew nothing had changed. As they
got out of the car, I noticed that she had really grown
up. She was still just a young girl, but was physically
showing all the signs of womanhood. I was immediately
jealous. Her body was exactly what Mike was attracted
to, and I should know, mine was the same before ten
years of marriage and 30 pounds.
I heard the door close and Mike yell for me, then I
heard the creaking of our stairs, and knew exactly where
they were going. Mike had only spent a month fixing up
his office to be her room and he couldn't wait to show
it to her.
I walked up the stairs, trying to put on my best smile.
Just as I rounded the corner at the top of the stairs, I
saw Carrie wrap her arms around Mike. Standing on the
tip of her toes, her face pushed against his chest and
she said, "Thank you uncle Mike! It's the best surprise
ever."
She held him tight for a few seconds, then I noticed her
hands relaxing and she moved them downward and placed
them on his ass. Her eyes were closed, but her
conscience must have been working, because when they
opened, they met with mine.
She pulled away from Mike quickly, but not enough for
him to notice. He was too content with himself and her
approval of the room.
A couple of days went by and Carrie started to test the
waters and see how far she could push us. I asked her to
help me set the table and she looked down her nose at me
and said "I didn't move here to be your maid."
Luckily, before I could get a chance to smack her, Mike
stepped in.
"Excuse me young lady!" He said. "You moved here because
you needed a place to stay. If you want to find out what
you've missed out on all these years, just keep
disrespecting my wife. Otherwise, get your ass up and do
what you're told."
Carrie stomped into the kitchen, showing nothing but
attitude and rebellion and I followed her.
Once in the kitchen I tried my best to display no
gloating and pointed to the cabinets and drawers she
could find the plates and silverware in.
"You're not my fucking mother." She said as she
reluctantly placed the table. "And you never will be."
"You got that right." I said, going about my business of
cooking. "But I could be your best friend if you'd quit
acting like such a bitch and just be yourself."
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