>enter scene me

Brunch at my sisters was fairly pleasent, the dove was cooked well enough and the mash was peppered just right. But I felt a loss, and amiss, I don't think I smiled once. Perhaps it was never supposed to be that sort of day, and I was content with that. Now it was time to work and put in my ordered dues. I did want to see my neice but she was off at her friends for the afternoon. After I spotted my shoes I noticed a familiar floural aroma, a lavander melon scent wafed in the entry hall. It must be her. I spoke out loud "Melaney?" but only silence answered and I thought I must of been mistaken, and simply chambered her scent out of wishful thinkig. I climbed to my feet with my shoes to head out in the summer heat. . I headed to the door, and there she was, Melaney.
I was running late now, I dillied to long hoping to catch her before I left, irony was heavy with her cards of fate. Perhaps I to was immaturely annoyed for not seeing her earlier, as a vengeful man I was. She stood there not speaking out, blocking my passage to the door. She was arching her leg back and up it's doorframe, holding the other. She was trying to appeal to my eyes, she already had my heart. But , I'm in a hurry and I'm not wanting to watch the newest pose she learned in ballet - not now at least perhaps later when I'm able to relax, but now I have to hurry and run off to work.
She stood there doe-eyed with a hint flirtatious crisping her gaze " oh uncle can't you stay a little longer I wanted to show you my new dance moves " I yearn like a weak man trying to move Atlas's massive stone up the mountain. My will, My God, will not budge in the slightest against this little devil and yet here I am. I sit back in my self, contemplating her arches and curves, the edgings of her fine figure and the blooming of her womanly silhouette. No! I scream inside, into the void that is my soul.
"Little Honey dear, please move I must be on my way", as soon as she understood my protest her lips bunched up and her God drawn eyebrows wrinkled in a flurry at my behalf. She pouts like an angel. "I am not moving." I stared her down, started at her beautiful face and slowly and daringly moved it across her body, she was older now and didn't even squirm at my perverted gesture. I moved slowly across her stomach catching every inch of it's bestowed glory into my vessel, taking in her youth and her porcelain like strength. I moved across to waist line, where her little belly meets the first hints of her blossoming womanhood. I laid my eyes upon her body for what felt like eternity - so long so she took notice to my current prospect of lust and she open her legs just an inch more, prodding my hunger and daring her youth.
"Enough, I got to leave, you best move or else your gonna get it". She squirmed at that. She knew she wasn't going to move and I knew it too, it was a flare of flirtation, subdued by my fake anger. I charged over to her and took her up into my arms in a playful bearish fashion. She giggled in joy, a feeling of bliss overcame me and I cracked the door to a feeling of divine happiness, I smiled back at her childish coo, we gazed into each others eyes and I moved my hands further down. She sat there neatly on my hands, her tender mounds of promiscuity separated from my flesh by thin pieces of man made veil, a cloak to shield my muse from my barbarity. I set her down and spoke softly " later missy and perhaps we can go down to our favorite river park and lay in the willows shade", I smacked her ass hard and walked out there door.