Shy Bunny Bella

Shy Bunny Bella Pt. 09 - Shy Bunny at a Party

Author's Note:

The final installment of Shy Bunny Bella, but not the end of Bella's story. Perhaps she collaborates with Clarissa, maybe more than just collaborates. Maybe Tara invites Travis and Clarissa to join their Circle? These are just some of the ideas I'm toying with, so don't be surprised if we see Bella, Tara, and Bruce again.

Thanks for reading and all your support.

All characters are over 18.

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Bruce was working in his office the next morning with his office door open, one eye out for Bella, and one ear listening to his classic rock playlist on his speaker. Tara had gone to the office, and Bella, who gave each of them a hug and a kiss good morning before disappearing into her room. Bruce hadn't seen her all morning... even at the gym, though he did hear her come downstairs to retrieve the fruit smoothie he left her for breakfast. After the events of the previous evening, he figured she just needed some alone time.

Just after ten, Bella dressed in pink leggings and an oversized sweatshirt slipped in and without a word, crawled into Bruce's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and laying her head upon his shoulder. She cuddled up to him like a small child who had just had a nightmare and was seeking comfort from a parent... which was probably not far off from the truth in Bruce's estimation. Going to the mall was a nightmare for her, and he was the closest person to a parent in the house.

But sitting in his lap was not Shy Bunny, that he could tell. Even though she snuggled into his chest, her body was tense and rigid, and her jaw was clenched. To Bruce, she seemed one step away from tears and she was fighting to keep her shit together.

"You okay, Bella?" he asked.

A silent shrug was her only response.

"You want to talk?"

Not even a shrug this time.

Bruce just held her for a few minutes, not talking, but just comforting her the best he could, however, she just wasn't relaxing. He'd been able to calm her down in the past, but this morning he had zero effect.

"How about we play a game," Bruce said.

Without raising her head from his chest, Bella looked up at him curiously.

"We will go into the living room, and I will set a timer for fifteen minutes." He stood up, cradling Bella in his arms and carried her down the hall to the living room, continuing the rules of the game as he walked. "For that fifteen minutes, I will remain silently sitting on the couch. You can then yell, scream, kick, punch, swear, hit, and do whatever you need to do. When the timer goes off, you will either say 'Talk' or 'Silence', and I will do whatever you say. We can talk about it, or we can just let it go, whatever you need. The rules are that I will not interrupt, that I will not tell your parentsanythingyou rage about, and that you can say anything you want about life, this house, me, Tara, Rene, Tyler, or anything. I cannoteverask about anything you rage about unless you say 'Talk' at the end, or unless you bring it up later." He placed her on her feet and took a spot on the sofa. "This is a safe space, Bella. Say whatever is on your mind."

Bella looked uneasy, but she nodded her head and began fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

Bruce got out his phone, set a timer, and said, "Go."

Bella took a deep breath, muttered a few things under her breath that Bruce didn't understand, and opened the floodgates. For ten minutes, Bella cried, yelled, paced, kicked a pillow, sat down, stood up, paced some more, cried a whole lot more, and all the while vomiting everything she was feeling. He couldn't remember everything she talked about, nor did he understand all of it, but he later told Tara that it basically came down to was the final few minutes of her tirade.

"And I'm so goddamned pissed at mom and Tyler for leaving. And for letting me watch you guys. And I'm pissed at you for fucking me. I'm pissed at you fornotfucking me right now. I'm pissed at Jacob for not being here sohecould fuck me. I'm mad at Tara for making me have a plug in my ass right now."

Her voice cracked like glass as she continued. "Why was I made this way? They should have forced me to go to school, to play with friends, to dosomethinginstead ofenablingme to hide in my room. And then I realize that they didn't make me do anything but just supported me in what I wanted to do, so that means this whole Shy Bunny Bella shit ismyfault."

Bella's fists trembled at her sides as she paced the living room. "And I fucking hate Shy Bunny. I hate Sexy Bunny. I hate Slutty Bunny. I hate all my fucking Bunnies. I just want to be Bella! And I have no fucking idea who that is."

She collapsed on the couch, lying on her side in a fetal position, and holding her face as she wept. Bruce scooted closer to her, placed her head on his lap and gently stroked her hair. Looking at the timer, he saw she had roughly four and a half minutes left, so he didn't say anything, as per the rules. He just let her cry, which is what it seemed like she needed.

When the timer went off, Bruce silenced it quickly and whispered, "Talk or silence."

Bella, who had calmed down a bit, pushed herself up to a sitting position, and looked at Bruce with her puffy wet eyes and said, "Silence... I think."

Bruce nodded and embraced Bella, taking her into his arms where she continued to cry into his shirt.

Five minutes later, she pulled away from him and wiped her face with her sleeve. "I left a gross spot," she said pointing to his shirt where her tears and snot had collected. "I'm so sorry," she added embarrassed.

"Not a problem, Bella," he said as he stood and pulled off his shirt, careful not to get any of the mess on him. "It'll wash. Need to start a load anyway."

She looked up at him, a mixture of need, longing, fear, and shame playing across her face. Hesitantly, she reached up and stroked his bare arm. "Thank you... Uncle Bruce," she whispered.

He leaned down, cupped her chin, and kissed her softly on the lips. "You're welcome, b-Bella." He checked himself at the last moment, making sure he said her name and not 'Bunny', since she wasn't pleased with her various personas at the moment. He was pleased to note that she was still calling him Uncle Bruce and hadn't pulled away from that. Given her comments, he feared she just might. She'd still need time, but he was patient.

He went to the laundry room to start a load of his clothes. Just his. He wasn't allowed to do Tara's laundry anymore. He tended to shrink sweaters, wash dry-clean-only items, dry silks and lace, etc. His clothes were much easier. So were the towels, so his laundry was limited to only these. Once he started the machine, he gathered towels from the pool and gym and set them aside to wash next.

Bella was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs when he emerged. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him into her. She just held him, and he stroked her back, giving her comfort and caresses. He knew she might need some time, and was pleasantly surprised when she initiated more intimate contact.

She stretched to kiss him on the shoulder and neck, tracing his jawline up to his lips. He returned her kiss and opened his mouth to receive her probing tongue. His hands wandered her back, and he realized that she had removed her bra. Glancing into the living room, he noticed both her bra and panties hanging from the back of the couch where Bella had deposited them for him to see, inviting him.

He reached down to the hem of her shirt, and lifted it over her head, dropping it to the floor. His hands roamed her bare back, traced her sides, and glided up her taut stomach to her perky d-cups. He caressed her tits, circling her areola with his thumb, and flicking her nipple.

Bella gasped from his touch and strengthened their kiss. She guided one of his hands from her breast down to her ass where he grabbed her firm cheek and noticed something different. He laughed into her mouth when he realized she wasn't kidding about having a butt plug inserted right now. Bella grinned at him. "Fuck me with it inside me, Uncle Bruce. DP me with it." She jumped on him, wrapped her legs around him, and plunged her tongue into his mouth, pouring her desire and her need into the kiss.

Carefully, Bruce held her by her ass, turned, and carried her up the stairs like that, breaking their kiss so he could see where he was going. No sense in ending this prematurely with a trip to the ER.

Bella kissed and bit his neck as she ground her pelvis against him, arousing him, getting him hard in his chinos.

They made it up the stairs to the bed and Bruce just lay down on top of her, kissing her, and grinding himself against her. He stood up and took off his pants, and she held her legs straight up for him to take off her leggings. He peeled them over her lovely ass and saw the bejeweled stem of the butt plug protruding from her asshole. He recognized it as one of Tara's and laughed. "Very bold, Bella."

Bella laughed too and corrected him. "Slutty Bunny."

He smiled and nodded, indicating his understanding. She was angry at so many things before but was dealing with them. She would deal with them the best way she could. She could hate certain things about herself and love them at the same time. Slutty Bunny and all her other Bunnies were part of that.

He leaned down and kissed her, laying his weight on her and letting his hard cock slide over her wet pussy while they made out. He trailed kisses down to her ear, neck, shoulder, and breast, taking each nipple into his mouth and giving it the attention he loved to give her tits. He loved hearing her moan from the pleasure just his nipple-play gave her. But he loved her screams of orgasm as he ate her out even more. He continued his southward journey, licking her stomach, her navel, and up and down each side of her labia before sliding his pointed tongue into her slit and trailing it from butt plug to clit.

Bella climaxed after only a few circles of his tongue on her clit. Emotionally wound up and in dire need of release, Bella orgasmed twice more while Bruce licked, sucked, probed, and ate her pussy. "Please, Uncle Bruce," she said hoarsely. "I want to feel you in me. Now."

Bruce trailed a few more kisses and licks up her body until he kissed her lips, her woman's essence coating his face. He carefully lined up his cock with her entrance, making sure to be slow and gentle, since this was Bella's first experience with having both holes filled.

Bella sucked in quickly as he entered her, stretching her insides in a new and different direction. However, he didn't stop until he got balls deep into her. "Okay?" he said, and she nodded in reply. Slowly, he rocked himself in and out of her in slow thrusts, letting her get used to the feeling of him.

She came after the third thrust, and Bruce felt her juice flow across his groin and onto their sex, giving them even more lube. He took this opportunity to fuck her a bit harder, giving her his full length with every stroke, and he had never heard her scream so loud as orgasm after orgasm washed over her like a stormy sea. They were both soaked from the intensity and ferocity of her squirting, but he didn't let up. He lifted her legs, bending her back and granting himself leverage to drive his cock deeper into her. Again, she came and again she squirted.

Feeling his own imminent orgasm, he pounded her into the mattress for a moment more before pulling both his cock and the butt plug out of her. He pressed just the tip of his cock into her gaping asshole, jerked himself a few strokes, then shot his load into her anal canal. He knew she wasn't ready for his full cock in her ass yet, but that would be just a little 'taste' of what to expect.

Bella wailed and squirted again.

And Bruce added a load of sheets to his laundry list.

"So... how you doin'?" Bruce said mockingly as he laid down next to Bella and kissed her cheek.

"If... I could... I'd spank you... but... fuck! Incredible."

"I'm glad, Bella," he said, chuckling.

"I... squirted." Bella was trying to get her breath back, but the intensity of their sex had nearly overwhelmed her. Bruce was actually surprised she didn't pass out this time, too.

"You did, my Sexy Bunny," Bruce said with a lilt to his voice.

Bella gave him a side-eyed glare, then giggled. "So... fucking hot. I... can still feel it."

"I'm sure you can." He gestured down to the mess she had made. "That's you all over the place."

Bella laughed. "I'm the Scarecrow now?"

"Well, you did have a stick up your ass all day."

Bella gathered her strength, rolled on top of him, and began playfully pounding his shoulders and chest with her fists, laughing the whole time. They fell into a deep and passionate kiss, entwining their bodies together in an exchange of love, compassion, and gratitude. Bruce knew that after her raging outburst earlier, she needed the physical release and the deep connection that only sex can achieve sometimes. There was no anger or frustration in their session, only an aching need for joining body and heart. Bruce had made love to her, which is what she wanted, then he fucked her which is what she needed.

She lay her head upon his chest while Bruce held her close, so comfortable after that cathartic sex that both of them dozed.

"Good God, you two. What happened?"

Bruce opened his eyes to see Tara smirking in the doorway. "You're home early."

"Took half a day," Tara said sidling up to the bed. "Thought Bella might need some Tara-care." She leaned over and kissed Bella's cheek. "How you doing, beautiful?"

Bella chuckled drowsily. "Better now."

"I think that's just euphoria from dehydration," she said kissing her again. "God, what a mess."

"It's Uncle Bruce's fault," Bella said sliding off me and cuddling up to Tara. She continued in a pouty voice, "Big, mean Uncle Bruce stuck his thick cock in me while your plug was still in my ass. Made me cum all over your bed."

"Oh, you lucky bitch... I mean... poor baby."

We all laughed.

"He even came in my ass," Bella added in that same pouty voice.

"You fucked her ass?" Tara said, wide eyed as she cradled Bella on her lap the way Bruce did earlier. Bella looked very content there.

"No," Bruce replied. "Just finished there."

Tara nodded. Bruce had done the same to her in a similar session. "You doing okay then, Bella. I was worried."

Bella nodded. "Bruce set a timer for fifteen minutes and let me yell and cry."

"We've played that game," Tara said winking at Bruce in approval.

Bruce shrugged. "Thought it might help."

"It did." Bella opened her eyes and looked at Bruce. "I said some things... I'm sorry. I didn't mean them."

Bruce placed a hand on Bella's shoulder. "I know, Bella. You did, and you didn't. And both are okay."

Bella kissed his hand. "Thank you, Uncle Bruce. I... I love you."

Bruce leaned in and kissed Bella tenderly. He knew she needed to hear it as much as he needed to say it. "I loveyou, my sweet Bella."

Tara and Bella made a quick lunch of turkey avocado sandwiches and Bruce retired to his office while the ladies went to relax by the pool... naked of course. On occasion, Bruce would venture out to give the women quick kisses or apply suntan lotion, or whatever. On one occasion, he found Bella eating Tara's pussy, so he decided to not interrupt, but let them have their moment. He still watched from the dining room windows, however, noting how the two women basked in their pleasure, one giving and one receiving.

At five, while the two ladies relaxed in the pool, Bruce made dinner, a Greek pasta salad with lemon chicken and feta cheese, then took it out to them to enjoy on the patio.

"I think I've decidednotto do OnlyFans," Bella announced without preamble.

Bruce tried to be nonchalant about this comment. "What brought that on?"

"Jacob and Sabrina, mostly," Bella replied honestly. "If I had an OF, Sabrina wouldn't follow me anymore, and instead of Jacob giving me his number, he would have hinted about going off to the bathroom and giving him a blowjob. But the look on Sabrina's face when we were talking..." She didn't have to finish for Bruce to understand what she meant. He had seen the child looking up at Bell with such wonder and envy. Bruce completely understood what drove Bella to this decision. She would lose a good portion of her followers if she branched out into the more 'adult' forms of costumes.

"Jacob seemed nice," Tara said trying to seem innocuous with the comment.

Bella blushed and dug into her salad but said nothing.

"Well, you tried it, though," Bruce added. "At least saw what some of the content would be and was able to make an informed decision instead of an emotional one."

"Yes. It must have been informing to have 'daddy' running into her room and fucking her right there with the camera rolling," Tara said laughing.

"Youdidn't see her in that costume. God... so sexy."

Bella giggled.

"I saw how much meeting you meant to Sabrina," Bruce added. He looked over at his wife who was sporting a knowing smirk. "Go ahead, Tara."

Tara was an excellent reader of people. She seemed to pick up on the slightest nuance and use it to her advantage. It's one of the things that made her such a great sales executive... and lover.

"Well," Tara began, "Jacob's college age, but still living at home and dotes on his autistic little sister. Yes, she's autistic. I saw the signs. Even if she isn't full-on, she's at least on the spectrum. He had eyes on you, Bella, not his sister, when you were talking to her. He latched on to how you talked toher, not him. You made her feel special, and that meant everything to him. You could easily win his heart just by being kind to his sister. In fact, I'll bet fifty dollars that he messages you directly if you call out his sister's handle when you make the costume she suggested. He may not ask you out, but he'll hint he's interested at the very least."

Bella's eyes were wide with shock at Tara's blunt assessment of Jacob.

"He's a good kid, Bella," Tara added. "You could definitely do worse."

"Like those punks outside the store I overheard," Bruce added. "They were more interested in your tits than you as a person."

"Butyoulike my tits, Uncle Bruce," Bella said giggling and pushing her shoulders back and accentuating her breasts. Neither she nor Tara bothered to dress after relaxing at the pool, which made for a very pleasant evening for Bruce.

"I fuckingloveyour tits, Bella," Bruce replied caressing one he could reach. "But I also respect you. Those guys only saw Pink Bunny Centerfold. I heard them. Jacob sawyou. That's different."

"Very different," Tara added.

"I... wouldn't mind it... if Jacob messaged me," Bella said quietly.

Tara reached over and patted her arm, leaving it there so she could feel her comfort at such a new and foreign emotion. Tara can definitely read people.

"I've already started working on Akko Kagari," Bella said in a soft voice as she continued to play with the lettuce in her salad.

"I have no idea who that is," Bruce said chuckling.

"Boomer," Bella said with a laugh, and kissed Bruce on the cheek.

Bruce just shrugged, and the three of them enjoyed their relaxing evening with a nighttime swim, relaxing in the jacuzzi, and a hot threesome which had both Bella and Tara screaming their ecstasy to the stars.

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Bruce stepped up on the porch of the house two doors down from his, a beautiful woman on each arm and a shit-eating grin on his face. He was confident he was escorting the loveliest women at the party and would be the envy of all the other men in the room.