Shy Bunny Bella

Shy Bunny Bella Pt. 04 - Alone with Uncle Bruce

Grief brings closeness--and curiosity too hot to ignore.

Author's Note:

This is more of a transitional chapter, without a whole lot of sex, but I felt it was necessary to help illustrate Bella's emotional journey, as well as Bruce's. Enjoy. Feedback is always appreciated.

As always, all characters in this story are over 18, and all encounters are fully consensual.

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The next day, Monday, Tara had to return to work. She left early in the morning for her office where she was the VP of Sales for a major medical supply distributor. The job paid extremely well, but required some long hours and extra travel, which left Bruce on his own for much of the time. Perhaps that is why Bruce enjoyed playing with other couples so much. It gave him a chance to 'make up for lost time' as it was.

Not that Tara was ever lacking in the pleasure department on her trips. She had three lovers she would enjoy on these trips, two men and one woman she worked with, and would often engage others to join in the fun. Every trip, Tara would send Bruce pictures of the exploits, often during the act. Bruce had seen his wife airtight as well as bukkake and even surrounded by seven or eight large dicks in a gangbang. Tara loved the sexual freedom these trips gave her, and Bruce never begrudged her need for erotic pleasure.

Bruce would often pleasure himself to these pictures--and even the odd video from time to time--and would listen intently as she explained each encounter, usually as she stroked him to hardness so they could engage in pleasure of their own upon her return.

A text early Monday morning confirmed his fears for this week. "Heading to Chicago tomorrow. Need to close a deal at Northwestern Memorial with Heather."

Bruce knew if anyone could close an important deal with anyone, it would be Tara and Heather. And not just with their knowledge of medical supplies and business acumen. Tara's free spirit and smoking-hot body definitely contributed to whatever negotiations were required... at the hotel bar... and after.

Unfortunately, it came on the same day that Rene and Tyler were heading to Hungary, leaving Bruce home alone with a despondent Bella.

They all anticipated Bella's negative reaction to her parents' leaving and had hoped that both Bruce and Tara would be able to console her... together. With Tara out of town on business, this left Bruce on his own trying to console a Sad Bunny.

"I'll take care of her," Bruce assured Rene and Tyler when Bruce explained the situation to them. "Bella and I talked, and I plan on giving her whatever she needs for however long she needs it."

"Chicken nuggets and fries?" Tyler said. "She told us."

Bruce laughed, but then grew more serious, knowing just how much this arrangement, as crazy as it was, meant for both Rene and Tyler... as well as Bella. "If nuggets and fries are what it takes, then yes. Any way she needs to cope... but not forget. She'll heal faster if she doesn't ignore her pain." Bruce chuckled to himself and added, "Dr. Phil taught me that."

"The 90's called. They want their pop culture back," Rene quipped.

"What?" Bruce gasped with indignation. "Howdareyou!" And the three of them shared a laugh over breakfast.

Bella joined them a few minutes later, still clad in workout gear, Bruce noticed, but not smiling. She looked concerned upon hearing that Tara had to go away as well and laid her head on Tyler's shoulder as she held him from behind his chair.

Tyler rested his hand on Bella's arm, stroking her skin with his thumb and just letting her be close to him for a while.

Today was going to be rough, Bruce was sure. He could see that in Bella's fallen expression and slumped posture. The family planned on spending the day together just the three of them, visiting the beach, going to a nice dinner, and just enjoying their last few hours together.

Working from home as a curriculum developer for a local tech company, Bruce would fill his own time with a "typical day at the office" which was across the downstairs hall from the home gym. While Bella, Rene, and Tyler spent their time together, Bruce went about his usual work with classic rock playing in the background. He would often tell people he had the most boring job in the world, but he rather enjoyed it.

Tara came home at her usual time, frustrated that she had to fly out first thing in the morning, but was glad they would have this evening together. Bruce listened as she talked about her day and her upcoming trip to Chicago while changing her clothes into her typical sundress... with no underwear.

"What's on the menu for this evening?" she asked, knowing that the others would spend the evening together at a fancy restaurant across town.

"Your pussy, and chicken Florentine," Bruce replied.

"Ooooh, I like the sound of that," she giggled, and Bruce knelt down, pulled her dress over his head and dove into his wife's pussy like a starving man. Once his tongue and fingers had brought her to three screaming orgasms, she relented and suggested they make dinner before she passed out.

Rene, Tyler, and Bella returned a few hours later while Bruce and Tara were streaming a romcom on the TV, drinking wine, and eating fruit and cheese, their dessert for the evening. The five of them sat together to finish the movie, and when it concluded, Bella and her parents went upstairs to get ready for bed.

Bruce noticed that Bella was not in her own bed that night but spent the night in her parents' room. Understanding the family's need to be together one last time, the couples did not "play" that night, letting Rene, Tyler, and Bella enjoy their night together.

Instead, Bruce and Tara outlined various scenarios her trip's evening activities while Bruce railed her from behind. This was a game they enjoyed whenever she left, and it prolonged their sessions until they both erupted in explosive orgasms from their delayed pleasure.

The next morning was rather chaotic with three of them trying to get to the airport before 10 am. Luckily, Tara could drive all of them, so Rene and Tyler didn't need to get an Uber.

Bella sat stoically in the living room watching her parents bring down their several suitcases. She fought to keep her composure in the midst of this huge transition for their family but lost it when it came time for them to actually get in the car and drive away. She wept openly, holding both of them, not wanting to let them go, but remaining silently crying as they spent these last few minutes together.

Bruce and Tara withdrew to give them space.

Unfortunately, their phones chirped, signaling it was time to leave, and the three of them shared one last kiss and embrace before Rene and Tyler got in Tara's car.

Tara gave Bruce one last hug as well, whispering in her ear, "Be good to her... and tell me all about it." They kissed and Tara drove away with Bella's parents in the back seat.

The two of them watched them drive off down the street, and when they were gone, Bella hid her face in her hands and rushed inside.

Bruce gave her a few minutes to herself before following her upstairs, retrieving a box of tissues from the bathroom, and placing it beside her where she sobbed into her pillow. He considered climbing in beside her and holding her but figured that was not what she needed right now, but just needed time to grieve, so he left her weeping on her bed, then went downstairs to go about the rest of his day.

Bella didn't come down at all that day.

Bruce let her be and took a mug of soup up to her about dinner time. He found her just as he left her, face down on her bed and crying, used tissues strewn around the room. He sat down next to her and placed a comforting hand on her back. "I know you're not hungry, but I brought you some soup if you want it."

Bella pulled another tissue from the box, wiped her face, and sat up. She had stopped weeping but couldn't hold back the residual tears of her sadness and loss. She took the mug from his hands and sipped at it, tentatively. "Thank you... Uncle Bruce."

"Whatever you need... Bunny." He rubbed her back as she sipped her soup. "I hope you like tomato."

"Didn't have carrot, I guess?" Bella tried to joke.

"No," Bruce smiled trying to be supportive. "This was the closest I could get. Do you want some crackers?"

She shook her head and continued to sip the warm liquid. She finished the soup and set the mug down on her nightstand. She lay back down on her bed, her back toward Bruce.

Bruce watched her back shudder slightly, and he knew she was trying not to break down.

"Will you... hold me, Uncle Bruce?" she asked in an unsteady voice.

"Of course, Bunny," he replied as he lay down next to her, spooning in behind her and wrapping his arms around her. She grabbed his hands and held them tight to her shoulders, taking comfort in his warm presence.

She didn't cry, but just lay there, eyes open, and thinking.

He held her like that, his arms intertwining and holding each other close. He knew she needed human touch, the touch of a tender connection only another caring person can give. Bruce was glad he could give that. It was what she wanted... what she needed... nothing more.

"They said they'd call when they got to Atlanta," Bella said.

"Well, it's about a four-hour flight, so if the flight left about 1, then it should be anytime now. Be patient. I'm sure they'll call soon."

"Is it going to hurt this much the whole time, Uncle Bruce?"

"No, Bella. I'm sure it isn't. You'll be okay... eventually. Right now, though... it fucking sucks... and I'm sorry."

"It does fucking suck."

"Will you be able to work this week... do you think?"

"I dunno. I'll try. I can at least... put the makeup together... that would work. Get the costumes ordered... something."

"Whatever you need, Bella. Just take the time you need... do what you gotta do. I'm sure your followers will understand."

"Yeah... yeah. I think so."

They lay in silence for a while until Bella asked, "Do you think I should do Only Fans?"

The question took Bruce by surprise. It was hardly the time to discuss such an odd... incredible... sexual subject... especially with him. He wanted to help her, of course, but this conversation was what parents did.

Only Bella's parents weren't there anymore. All she had was Bruce.

He quickly realized the leap to Only Fans may be a dramatic overreaction to an extremely emotional change. Her life was totally upended, and she was trying to find a way to distract herself or to cope. To be, as Monty Python would put it, something completely different.

It didn't change the fact that his dick was intrigued by the suggestion.

He cleared his throat hesitatingly before answering and tried to give some support. He wanted to acknowledge her feelings, not discount them. "That is entirely up to you, Bella. You mentioned the girl you follow, and she does Only Fans and has quite a few followers, but she has a special niche, right? Furries you said? I can only assume that she... umm... does things... sexual things... while in her furry costume?"

"Yeah."

"Do you subscribe to her OF?"

"Yeah."

"And do you like what she does? Is it something that appeals to you? Or what I mean is, would it be something you might enjoy doing?"

"I don't know that I would enjoy it, but... I wouldn't mind... trying it?"

"Okay... well... give it a shot. Maybe as... zombie school girl." Bella chuckled softly. "Record yourself and see how you feel. If you don't like it, you don't have to post it, right? Just maybe make a video or two, see if you enjoy doing it, and then... go with it, if you want."

"Okay... okay."

"This is a really stupid question, Bella... and really none of my business..." Bruce shifted uncomfortably on the bed, not out of physical discomfort, but because of the conversation. "Do you need... toys?" Another soft laugh from Bella. "Accoutrements?" he added in a quasi-French accent.

That got a genuine laugh out of her, uneasy as she was. "That's a funny word."

"That's why I said it. Trying to lighten the mood."

She squeezed his hand in silent gratitude. "I have a few... accoutrements I can use." She used a silly French accent of her own.

"Okay, then... that will give you a start." Bruce considered his next words, trying to come to terms between protectiveness and his own arousal. "For what it's worth, Tara has a few that I'm sure she will let you borrow if we ask her. We can take a look, and you can decide."

Bella slumped a bit in Bruce's arms, her insecurity evident as she curled up on herself. "Am I a slut for even thinking about it?" she asked, her voice cracking slightly.

"What? Of course you aren't." It was an immediate, knee-jerk response meant to reassure her, but then Bruce paused, thought about it, and decided she might need something different. "Well, what does being a slut mean... for you?"

"Well... I guess it's someone who enjoys sex and... who does it with anyone... at any time."

"Then, by that definition, you are definitely not a slut."

"I think my mom's a slut." She sounded slightly bitter.

But Bruce laughed. "Only when she's around Tara and me. Because it's allowed and acceptable. Your mom isn't like that at home, is she?"

"No... I guess you're right." She lay thoughtfully for a few heartbeats. "I'm just afraid that if I had an Only Fans, people might think I'm one."

"But... isn't that the persona? That girl you follow... do you think she's like that off camera? Wearing costumes and... doing whatever she does?"

"No, probably not."

"Then like any actor, she is doing it because it's her role. In this case... furry slut."

"Okay... I can see that."

"And people who call others a slut in a mean way... probably don't enjoy sex or are jealous that they don't have sex with anyone at any time. One wang Winonas from Walla Walla."

Bella giggled and her body relaxed in his arms.

"So, do you enjoy sex? I understand you've had sex with Tyler. Is it okay that I know that?"

Bella smiled and nodded.

"And... did you enjoy your time with Tara the other day?"

Bella shifted her legs and whispered, "Yeah."

"So... because you enjoy sex with people you care about and who care about you... it's okay to be a slut sometimes. That's what your mom does. That's what Tara does."

Bella shifted her legs more, rubbing them together, and Bruce knew she was reliving some memories.

"Do you want to have sex with a lot of people? All the time?"

Bella sighed and shook her head.

"So, again, you don't want to be a slut. But if you discover you enjoy sex on camera, then it's okay to have the persona of a slut... for your fans." Bruce kissed the back of her head, and Bella shifted closer to him. "Does that help?"

"Yeah."

"I'm glad."

"I may... try it... and see."

"No problem there, Bunny."

Bella began stroking Bruce's fingers where they held her shoulders. Her body tensed in the silence that hung in the room for several moments, and Bruce could sense the desperate loneliness inside her. "Maybe I can be... your slut, Uncle Bruce?"

Bruce's breath caught as this question surprised him. He wondered what brought this on. They hadn't even had sex... oranything, and here she was... asking this? How the fuck was he supposed to answer???

But the despair behind the question drove into his brain and he understood. She wasn't asking him to fuck her, but to simply be with her. The question was sexual, but the meaning was far from it. Desperate loneliness.

After about two seconds of hesitation, Bruce simply said. "Only if you want to be, Bunny."

"And Tara's?"

"Of course. I know she would like that. You can be with anyone you want, and you can be a slut for whomever you choose."

Bella's body tightened further, and her breathing shallowed. Bruce could tell she was nervous and anxious. "But..." she began, her voice fragile. "I guess... later?"

"I understand, Bunny. I understand perfectly. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. When you're ready... You and I can enjoy each other. No expectations."

Bella's breath became more ragged as she rubbed her legs together more. "Will you... pound me... like you did my mom?" In spite of the question, Bella seemed on the verge of tears.

The phrase 'what the hell' went through his mind for the fourth time in this conversation. "If that's what you want, Bunny."

"Will you fuck my mouth?" Barely a whisper with more shifting of the legs.Her confusion is palpable,Bruce thought. "And drill my ass?"

In spite of his heart breaking right along with Bella, Bruce was still a man holding a beautiful young woman asking for highly erotic acts. He didn't even try to hide the erection that was growing in his pants and pressing into Bella's ass. He knew she could feel it, and the way she moved her legs and hips, she was pressing herself against it. "If that's what you want, Bunny."

She shifted her hips, so his bulge rested between in the crook of her thighs and ass.

Curiosity overtook him. "Have you ever... did you ever... give your ass to Tyler?"

Bella shook her head.

"Did you ever want to?"

"Well... I've watched my mom do it. I watched you guys do it, and..."

"You're curious?"

She nodded.

"It can be fun... if done right. So, if that's something you want to try... with me... sure." His cock strained painfully against the fabric of his pants as Bella pressed her perfect bum against him.

"I can feel you getting hard, Uncle Bruce," Bella said trying to infuse teasing laughter in her voice.

Bruce chuckled and pushed his hips forward, returning the pressure against Bella's backside. "Well... the thought of having sex with you makes me hard, Bunny."

"Do you... like me, Uncle Bruce?"

"I do, Bunny... very much."

"Do you think you could... love me?" and the tease became desperation.

Bruce now fully comprehended what was driving all these questions. The separation from her parents made her think she was unloved, or at least not able to be loved because they weren't here to love her. He didn't have to think very long about this one. In his arms was a young woman who was needed comfort against the difficult and stressful time of loss and loneliness, one whose parents trusted him to care for, one who craved connection and affection from people she valued. All of the things he was more than willing to give. So, he answered her honestly... without reserve or hesitation. "Definitely, Bella. And I think in our own way, Tara and I already do."

Bella wiped the tears Bruce couldn't see.

"We have the luxury of time, Bella," Bruce continued. "We don't have to jump into anything right away. I very much want to love you... and I want you to love me. And, as you can tell... I want to fuck you, too."

Bruce could feel Bella relax in his arms. "Thank you, Uncle Bruce. I'm glad. I want to love you, too. And I really...reallywant you to fuck me... but..." But Bella made no move, and Bruce knew she wasn't quite ready. The desire was there, the need was there, but the pain of loss was still too acute. Bruce would not take advantage of that vulnerability.

As if to save them from any discomfort either of their inaction might cause, Bella's phone rang, and she sprang from the bed to answer it. "Hi, Mama," Bella said into the phone, tears welling up in her eyes.

Bruce took his cue and slid off her bed, kissed Bella's shoulder, and left the room, giving her this time with her parents.

As he walked downstairs, he checked his own phone to find a text from Tara: 'Arrived in Chicago. Have you fucked her yet?' followed by a winking emoji.

'Glad your safe. No. Have you fucked Heather yet?' followed by an emoji of a hand with a single finger pointing up.