6 comments/ 105699 views/ 8 favorites My Little Kate By: shroud000 This is my first published story and I welcome any advice, suggestions and swats upside the head. Please be gentle as I just had my nails done. ***** I'm standing on my aunt's doorstep, wondering what Pa was thinking of. I'm Sam, short for Samuel Julius Cadre III, named for my grandfather or as I called him, Pa. I'll give you the short version of my family history. My mother is the youngest of three. She was fifteen when she went to a party and came home with a hangover, no panties and me. I've no idea who my father could be. Five minutes into this world, I'm in my grandma's arms and they raised me. I've never seen my mother. Pa took retirement instead of promotion, 25 years as an army ranger gave him a nice pension and lots of free time to keep up with me. Uncle Jim, the second child, is doing life in prison for getting crazy on some drug and taking a gun to his family. Aunt Vivian, the eldest, moved out when she was sixteen and shacked up with a guy. They went to L.A. trying to get into the movies. They didn't last long. She lives there with her son John and daughter Kate. I've seen pictures of them, but the newest is about 8 years ago. Which brings me here. Ma and Pa died when a drunk ran a red light and T-boned them at over 70 miles an hour. They had a jeep, he had a big 4x4, no contest. The money left to me can't be touched until I turn 18, four months away, but there is an allowance that I get every month until then. The problem is that for Aunt Vivian to get hers, she has to put up with me until I turn 18. I bet that doesn't make her happy. As I raise my hand for the fifth time to knock. As the door opens, I'm looking at an angel. She stops dead in her tracks and stares. "Can I help you?" in the most beautiful voice I've ever heard, she also sounds scared out of her wits. I take a good look, 5' 6" I'd guess, maybe 110, ash blonde hair down to her small waist, small firm tits, and gorgeous blue eyes. I summon my best smile, "Hi, I'm Sam Cadre. Does Vivian Dresin live here?" She looks at me, "You're my cousin Sam?" I'm 5' 11" and 190 Lbs, light brown hair and a respectable build. The kicker is I have deep green eyes, nobody in our family has them, so I guess that's from my father. I nod as a male voice yells, "Get back in here you little tramp!" She goes white. I smile, "And that squealing pig is my cousin John?" She tries to nod and shake her head at the same time. I see a shadow loom behind her, "Which boyfriend is this, slut?" I shift her out of the way so he's got to face me. Big sucker, 6' 6" if he's an inch, got to be at least 275 and well packed, brown eyes and dark blond hair. He glares down at me, flexing his muscles and making a fist that should be sub-contracted as a wrecking ball. I use my best redneck voice, "Hi. You must be my meathead cousin John, I'm Sam from Alabama." I can see he's caught in a brain lock, I just insulted him and told him I'm his cousin. Not real sharp this one. He's going for the insult first, I can see him swell up when a female voice tells him to back off. I get my first look at Vivian, 5' 9", large chest, heavy on the hips and platinum blonde hair. Wearing cut-off jeans and a tank top. Not bad looking, but she's not my type. She looks at me hard, "You know the deal?" I look back just as hard, "Yes." "Well get in here and lets talk. John, go find something to amuse yourself with, now!" He growls as he stalks off, "I ain't finished with you." "Kate, show him to the living room and then give him a hand moving his stuff." "Yes mom" and turns to me, "This way." I can't resist, "Just blow in my ear angel and I'll follow you anywhere." She blushes, "Be careful, mom's not really happy with this and her boyfriend is a -- not very nice." I smile at her, "Don't worry about me, but thanks for the warning." Aunt Vivian is sitting on the couch with a drink in her hand. There's a skinny guy sitting beside her and I don't like the way he's leering at Kate. I sit in the chair that puts me between him and her. He doesn't like that, so this should be interesting. "I have a proposition for you Aunt Vivian." She looks at me, curious, "I'm listening." I know how to get to her, "I'm getting some money until the arrangements are met, so how about I become a boarder instead of the nephew you never expected to get stuck with" I have her attention, "I'll pay you per month, take care of my own bills. That'll ease things for you and meet the terms of the will as well." "I see. And how long will this last?" Bless you pa for telling me about my aunt. Any deal that gives her more while doing less for it, the better she likes it. "Five months with the option to extend it for me to have time to find a place of my own. No more then a year at most. Agreeable?" She's thinking, "Total time one year?" I wondered if she was going to catch that, "Yes. That will let me finish high school and give me the summer to go looking." She has a cold smile, "And how much are we discussing here?" My smile is just as cold, "We can discuss numbers here or in a more private setting. I would prefer less of an audience," looking right at her boyfriend. "You don't trust Peter?" I look back at her, "I don't know him and we are family talking money. Touchy circumstances to begin with, yes?" She fires back her drink and hands him the glass, "Make me another and take your time about it." He sits there, stunned, "But..." She glares, "Go." He grumbles as he heads for the kitchen. I hand Kate my keys and ask her to get the case off the front seat of my car. She smiles and is gone. I turn back, "I'll start at 200, your turn." She grins, "600." I shake my head, "That leaves the split at 400, a little high don't you think." "So counter with something." I look like I'm thinking, "I have my own vehicle and all costs are mine, laundry is my problem, dido for any meals I miss and all school costs." She thinks for a second, "Internet?" "I have my own computer and will set-up a phone line and access at my cost," She has her chin in her hand, "Okay, 300 and you have use of the laundry downstairs. You share a bathroom with Kate, keeping it clean is something you two work out." I smile again, "How do you want it?" "At the end of the month. I'll give you a receipt. Then we're both covered." I nod, "I'll start moving my stuff." She smiles, "Since this is the middle of the month, I only expect half. I'm not that greedy." I chuckle, "Thank you." I think she likes me, at least the part that's up front and willing to deal. That should make things a little easier. When I get out there, Kate is talking to a large blond guy. Check that, he's talking and she's trying to keep her distance. He's saying something about a party tonight and she's telling him that she can't. From her look, I'd say she doesn't want to go anyway. Time for a rescue, I could get used to this. I step up behind her and put my arms around her waist, hugging her, "Hey beautiful, are you ready?" She jumps at my touch, then settles back into the hug, gripping my arms. I can feel her trembling. He's glaring, "Who the fuck are you?" Pa used to say, 'if your eyes are meaner then a rattlesnake, people leave you alone.' He's right you know. I give him the 'keep it up and you are going to be hurting' look, "I'm Sam and what are you doing with my lady?" I can feel Kate jump again, wonder why? He looks a little startled, "I thought she didn't have a boyfriend?" I grin like a hungry polecat, "And that excuses you? I suggest that you find other hunting grounds, rapidly." He backs up towards a trans-am parked on the street, "Maybe I'll see you later Kate?" She stays quiet until he's gone, then turns in my arms. Her voice trembles, "Thanks, but I..." I cut her off, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and I'd would love nothing better then to be your boyfriend, but you're my cousin and I will not do anything to hurt you, ever. That's a promise." She gives me a confused look and I kiss her on the forehead, "Let's get my stuff in the house before something else happens." She steps around the van looking for my car and I follow, wondering if I've lost my mind. She's my cousin and this is the last thing I should be feeling. It's half lust for her body and half wanting to protect her and get to know her as a person. Five months with her is going to be interesting as hell. She stops dead, "Holy shit!" I look around, "What?" She points, "Is that your car?" I can't see what's wrong. It's a 1966 Cadillac that Pa and me rebuilt from the frame up. It's cloud silver, softer then metallic and I like it. It's got a six instead of eight cylinders and a bunch of other improvements for fuel economy. It's so quiet, you have to put your hand on the hood to see if it's running. It has speed, but it's not a racer, just good on the highways. Then it hits me and I smile, "It took Pa and me two years to rebuild it and I didn't find the 's' bars until four months ago" She seems to be in shock, "But, but, but it's a Hearse!" I can't help but laugh, "Yes it is. It makes a great semi-van. You would not believe the room it has and there is one other advantage too." She turns to me, "And what would that be?" "People give you a lot of room on the road." She shakes her head, "I wonder why?" I don't have a lot of stuff with me, the rest is in storage back home waiting for my call. My room has a small closet and a door that goes into the bathroom we share. Kate and I discuss arrangements for cleaning and I get an idea I hope she goes for, "Kate, can I hire you?" She looks tense, "For what?" "Laundry, cleaning and other minor chores." She looks at my room and says, "Cleaning your room, the bathroom and doing your laundry?" I grin, "Yup. I'm not a dirty person, but I just don't worry about things like that, much. This way I don't have to worry about it at all and you can make some extra money." She's thinking, "You could always just ask me as a favour." "I don't want to take advantage of you, if I pay you, then I'll appreciate what you're doing instead of expecting it." She looks really surprised at that. I give her a deal, "Let's say 25 bucks a week and renegotiate in a weeks time. Oh, and if you need to go some where, taxi service included." "Um, okay. Sure." The rest of the day is quiet and it doesn't take long to set everything up. In two days I've got a phone, high speed access, networked her computer to mine so she doesn't have to share the house connection with John and got the story about his calling her names and treating her like shit. He's been trying to fuck her ever since she turned sixteen. She went on a date and the guy told everybody that she wasn't a virgin. Being raised in a house with a demanding mother and an asshole for a brother, she would either become a hellcat or a mouse. It seems she's too sweet to become a hellcat. John goes to a local college on a scholarship for football, and the high school is a 5 minute drive. I guess you could say I became her chauffeur and bodyguard. It's almost too much. I don't even mind going shopping with her. The next month is a joy and a torture for me. Because of the shared bathroom, we both ended up seeing each other in various states of undress. This didn't bother me, but it did her, until we had a talk about it. I catch her in the bathroom, brushing her hair after a shower, when I decide to settle it. I snag the brush and start brushing it for her. She stands still, like a statue, as I explain to her that I don't have a problem sharing the bathroom and I want her to feel comfortable with me. I'm not going to do anything to her except admire her beauty and if she wants, I'll stop doing that. She asks me if I really think she's pretty. I tell her to remember what I said to her on the first day we met. She's blushing as she nods her head. I whisper, "I was wrong. You are the most beautiful woman in the world." Her eyes go wide and her lips tremble. She's stuttering when she asks if I'm just saying that to get into her pants. I shake my head, I know she can see me in the mirror, "I love you and I won't do anything to hurt you." She starts to cry and runs into her room, locking the door behind her. I put the brush down and go into mine. I wonder if I just hurt her and I'm trying to think of some way to make it up. At bedtime she comes through the connecting door wearing a T-shirt and panties with the brush in her hand. She hands me the brush and sits facing away so I can do her hair. That's when we start talking. It becomes our bedtime ritual and every other chance I get as well. Something I did learn from Ma & Pa, it's the little things that ladies appreciate. Since I cut the deal with Aunt Vivian, John can't get on my back without getting in royal shit. Of course this will only last until I move. Until then, I will always stand between him and Kate. If he wants her, deal with me. I know this pisses him off to no end. School is boring, but necessary. The closer Kate sticks to me, the more some guys hate me. Like that causes me any sleepless nights. The few friends she has don't seem to have a problem me being around, especially after a couple of nasty rounds with guys that haven't figured out what 'No' means. Shortly after that altercation I find myself being the driver for Kate and her friends. The worst is when they stop long enough to pick-up something to drink and nibble on, then ask me to tour around for a while. I bet there are a lot of people who would be surprised at what was discussed in the back of my car. Peter decides to leave and I wonder if the shot to the head I gave him for grabbing Kate's ass in the kitchen has anything to do with it? I know that Vivian has looked at me a little oddly since then. On my birthday, Kate gives me a necklace that has her name on the front and 'I Love You' on the back. I get a card from Vivian. Four days later, I pull a fast one for Kate's birthday, dinner reservations, flowers delivered and the bracelet-necklace set that she has been looking at every time we've gone to the mall. Oh, the fast one? I cut a deal with Vivian to pay her rent. Her mother said that at 18, she starts paying board or finds a place to live. Guess I got that one covered. That night, as I brush her hair, she asks me what I want for all I've done. My answer, thank her for a wonderful time that night. She can't believe that I'm not trying to get her into bed. I chuckle as I tell her that I've already got her in my bed. "You know what I mean," she says in a quiet voice. I hear myself say, "I love you to much to force you to do anything and asking you for sex as a form of payback is not right at anytime." She sighs. I have to say it, "If I ever hurt you, I would never forgive myself." She turns to look at me with wide eyes, "You really care that much?" My turn to sigh and I kiss on the forehead, "From the first time I saw you, my heart was yours and always will be." She runs to her room with tears in her eyes. Why do I keep making her cry? Two weeks until graduation and I've had chats with the right people about the money I'm getting. I've got another problem, John is getting pushier with Kate. I've almost hit him twice and she won't go anywhere unless I'm with her. I even take her with me when I go looking for a place to live. Peter's replacement is Steve, same jerk, different hair and name. I took Steve out back for a 'chat' when he tried to corner Kate in the hallway. He looks not half bad as a racoon. I was Pa's best student in more then just auto mechanics. A week before the prom I ask Kate if anybody is taking her. She smiles and tells me that at least 8 boys have wondered that, but she's waiting to see if one in particular will ask. I drop to one knee and ask if I may have the honour of escorting her to this event. She waits about a minute and then kisses me while saying yes. Now we go shopping for a dress. The suit I'm going to wear is fairly close to a military uniform, but Kate is having problems finding a dress she likes. She should have started sooner. When she does find one it fits the old adage, you pay more for less. It's a silver-red number that looks like a mini skirt with a halter attached. The only way for her to show off more skin would be to wear a bikini. Of course the heels do wonderful things to her legs. The day of the prom, I come downstairs to find Vivian talking excitedly on the phone. She spots me and gives a war whoop that almost shatters my eardrums. Next thing I know, she's got me in a fierce hug and lip lock. When she breaks it, "You wonderful man, that was the best stunt anybody has ever pulled on me." You could say I was a little startled. I can see Kate on the stairs, Steve in the kitchen and John at the door to the den. All of them are looking curious. She's still grinning, "You went ahead and invested the money at the time of the will. Now I can get it all or let it sit and never work a day in my life" she kisses me again, "You are one shrewd prick nephew." I shrug, "Happy birthday Aunt Vivian." "My birthday isn't for another two months." I can't help but grin, "Guess it came early." She shakes her head, it seems that she can't stop smiling, "Guess I can cut you a little slack. Forget about the rest of the deal, take as long as you want to find a place." I feel embarrassed, "Thanks but, umm, I've got a place. I take possession of it in a week." "You don't waste time do you?" I have to grin, "I could use a hand getting it ready." She smiles, "You're on. Do you want Kate as well?" I can see her jump out of the corner of my eye, "I was going to talk to her about that later today. I was hoping to talk to you about something else when all hell cut loose." Vivian is honestly smiling at me and her arms are still around my neck, "Okay. " "My room a problem," I ask? "Nope, meet you there in ten minutes." I nod and head for the stairs giving Kate a sign to go ahead of me. I tell her I want to talk before her mom gets here. "Kate, there is a room if you want it." She looks a little scared, "In your place?" "Yes. No strings attached." She smiles slightly, "None at all?" I have to grin, "Well, one. You'd have to put up with me." Her beautiful smile comes out, "Of course I want it. Who'd look after you?" I sigh, "Now there's only one other problem." She looks worried, "What's that?" "Never mind Kate, it's not right anyway." "I want to know Sam. You've been like the big brother I've never had and my best friend as well. In the five months we've been together, I've never felt this safe or special in my whole life. If you want something, just ask me." I look her in the eye, "What I would like, I can't ask for and it's not that simple." As she opens her mouth, Vivian knocks. Kate looks at me as she heads for the bathroom. Vivian looks around, "No Kate?" "Her room." "Good. Let's get that out of the way first then, shall we?" I not sure where she's going with that one, she's smiling, "So when's the wedding?" I think I just qualified for my first heart attack, "What?" "Come on Sam, I've seen the way you look at her, keep John from bugging her and when you two sit to watch a movie. I would have to be blind not to notice. You are totally in love with her and I don't mean 'family love either. I talking about 'hurts in your bones when they cry' type." Vivian's still smiling, "Or are you going to take her with you and suffer in silence as she meets someone, gets married and lives an average life, without you in it."