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“Yeah,” I grab one and throw it towards her, and she catches it before it hits the water. She covers herself with it then steps out onto the mat. “I’ll… er… Take your time. I’ll finish getting Sasha ready and settled in bed.” I don’t hang around any longer. I carry Sasha out into the hallway and close the door firmly behind us.

“Was Orio naughty, Uncle Gabe?” Sasha’s quiet voice wisps against my cheek. Her arms are wrapped tightly around my neck, her face so close to mine. I can smell the fresh green and citrus notes of her kid’s bubble bath and I breathe it in deeply.

“No, baby girl, she did nothing wrong.”

“But you shouted at her?” she scrunches up her nose and pouts her lips. I can’t help but smile at her disapproving expression.

“That was wrong of me, and I’m sorry if I scared you.”

“You need to say sorry to Orio,” she prods me with her finger at my chin. I snap my teeth at her fingers playfully before pretending to bite her neck. She wriggles in my arms, giggling at my teasing.

“Come on, let’s get you dried and in your PJs. It’s time for bed.”

“Will you read me a story?” she gasps, clenching her fists and bringing them to her face, all excited.

“Yes,” I laugh, pushing her room door open and sitting her on the edge of the bed. I grab a pair of night-time diaper pull-on pants and some clean PJs from the drawers. “And if you get ready really quick, I might even read you two.”

It takes less than twenty minutes to get Sasha dried, dressed and in bed, which must be a world record considering I’d even blow-dried her hair so she wasn’t going to bed with it wet.

Sasha was snuggled up into my side, the covers pulled up around her, eagerly waiting for me to start the second story, when there was a gentle knock on the bedroom door.

“Hello,” Sasha shouted before I even got a chance to open my mouth. The door opens a crack, and Oriana’s head pops around it.

“Is it okay for me to come in?” she asks sheepishly.

I lay the open book against my chest and waved her in rather than opening my big fat mouth. It’s already caused enough trouble tonight, and if I say the wrong thing, I could upset Sasha again, and that’s the last thing I want to do. Come to think of it, I’d prefer to not cause further grief between Oriana and myself, too.

“Giraffe in the bath,” Oriana sniggers when she gets closer and see’s what I’m reading. She’s dressed in bed shorts that look too small, too short but my saving grace is that the T-shirt she is wearing is baggy and masks her womanly shape. “Sasha loves that collection of tales, and adores the colorful illustrations. Have you read Shark in the Park yet?”

“We’ve just finished that one,” I reply, grateful that even I can’t fuck up that answer. It occurs to me that I’ve not noticed these books before. “Did you get these books for Sasha?” she nods, then dips her head down, the subtle smile on her face giving away her touch of embarrassment.

“My professor suggested them. They are written by an English children’s author.”

“Let me know what they cost, and I’ll make sure I reimburse you,”

“No need, they’re a gift and it’s not like they were expensive.” She now stands at the side of the bed where I’m sitting and she shuffles from one foot to the other, glancing between Sasha and me. “Anyway,” she eventually speaks up. “I just wanted to say goodnight to Sasha.”

“Orio,” Sasha sits up, arms stretched out in her direction, “Snuggle,” she demands.

Oriana brings her knee up onto the bed against my thigh and leans over my body to reach for Sasha so she can give her the hug she’s seeking. She’s not wearing a bra under her baggy T-shirt, so when her tits rub against my lap, the room becomes very hot, very quickly. My dick thinks it’s fun time, yet my head knows this is totally the wrong time to get a boner. I gulp down the saliva that’s pooled in my mouth then grit my teeth while I wait for her to say her goodnight, wishing that she would hurry the fuck up before I disgrace myself.

“Night Sasha,” she coos while holding her tightly and doing a gentle rock from side to side.

Her ass is in my face. Her perfectly shapely legs close enough that I could, if I wanted to, run the palm of my hand down the back and caress the soft crease behind her knee. When she goes to get back up, she loses her balance and if it wasn’t for my quick reactions, she’d have nosedived and come up close and personal with my cock.

“O-kay,” I forcefully push Oriana back off the bed and onto her feet before my dick rises like a pole and waves a white flag in surrender. “Time to get this story done as it’s getting way past Sasha’s bedtime.”

“Oh, yes. I need to get back to my studies.” Awkwardly, she tugs down the hem of her T-shirt as if suddenly feeling self-conscious. “Night,” she murmurs before heading back to the door.

“Uncle Gabe,” Sasha kneels up, cupping her hand around my ear and whispering. “Say sorry.” She sits back down but when I don’t say a word, she elbows me in my ribs.

“Oriana,” I speak up, admitting defeat. “About earlier…”

“Yes?” she half turns at the open door and looks back at me.

“I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.”

“And…” Sasha prompts me.

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