Pink Silk. Pt 2.

Jessica had arrived at Coles at 4.33pm. The car dropped her and her bags off before speeding away and leaving her at the large drive.

She dragged her large bag closer to the house as Cole opened the door and watched. "Hey, you gonna help me or just stand there watching?" She calls to him.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me Jessica? I can't be doing with a brat in the house." He picked her heavy bag up easily and held it high on his shoulder as she walked along side him.

She looked at him from beneath her lashes and with a smirk, finally replied. "I thought you'd rather me be a bad girl Uncle Cole."

He dropped the bag back at her feet, stalling her by the steps of the house. "Bad girls don't get it easy Jessica. And they won't get rewarded. Don't make your stay any harder than it has to be." And with that, Cole walks into the house and leaves her to struggle once again.

Jessica realises she's going to have to up her game for this man. If she doesn't get what she wants, then she's going to make his life miserable while she's with him.

                            ~~*~~

It was 8.30 when she put her plan into action. She'd placed her things in their new places in her temporary home, listened to music and painted her nails a bright neon pink. Cole had occasionally knocked on her door and asked if she wanted a drink, or food or any help with anything. 

She responded neutrally. Knocking off the come hither look and as she guessed he would, he began to relax around her.

She stood before her bedroom mirror after stripping down and carefully mastered her surprised look. And then she loosely wrapped a small towel around her body, barely covering her essential areas. Tucked an old mp3 player into her cleavage and grabbed a few skimpy g-strings and a peekaboo bra. Game time.

As Jessica walked through the living room to the kitchen, she bobbed her head to her music and swung a red g-string around her finger. She completely blanked Cole as he stared at the near naked teenager with his mouth open. She didn't look his way as he stood and walked towards her, and she didn't pay any attention to him as she bent down toward the washing machine.

That's when he grabbed her arm, and she spun toward him, gasping out as though the touch had scared her and just as planned the towel dropped from her body.

Cole stared. And he stared hard, her shocked expression was perfect but he only glanced at her face for mere seconds as his reaction was to stare at her body. Her tits pert and round, pink nipples standing proud. Her pussy shaved to a smooth silkiness never guessed of until touched.

"Uncle Cole!" She squeeked. And then she bent down, grabbed the towel from her feet and ran from the room.

As soon as she stood alone in the bathroom she giggled to herself. Her plan is working as she knew it would, and there's more to go. She leaves the door wide open so the bathroom doesn't clog with steam and then quickly turns on the shower before stepping into the small cubicle.

She knows he'll come to apologise. He shouldn't have stared, and a teenage girl like her could have taken a serious confident drop from such a humiliating thing to happen.

She puts her music on through her phone and places it in the windowsill to stop it from becoming wet.

Jessica washes herself slowly, sensually as if there was somebody watching. She moves her hips to the music as the water streams down and over her body. It's a carefree moment that people go through on a daily basis. She doesn't touch herself sexually, but it would probably be viewed as erotic anyway.

By the time she finishes washing her hair. She knows it's time to check.

She rolls her stomach and grinds her hips as the song begins to fade, and she turns to the door. He stands there, watching.

Keeping her face neutral, she opens the glass door of the cubicle, the steam non existent anyway.

"Cole?"