The Beautiful Kelly

Kael and his wife, Sarah, were visiting Sarah's sister-in-law, Laura, for Christmas.

Laura had divorced Sarah's brother years ago, but Kael and Sarah still got along famously with her and her two daughters. The eldest, Emma, had moved out and married, but the younger one, Kelly, still lived at home while attending college.

Since the mysterious gate had dropped Kael into this body at this precise moment, he figured he had a shot at fulfilling his mission: to sleep with Kelly. The gate wouldn't assign him an impossible task, after all. He just needed to spot the right opportunity and seize it.

When they arrived, Kelly greeted them at the door, and Kael's breath caught in his throat. Sarah breezed past her into the kitchen to find Laura, leaving Kelly to guide Kael upstairs to the guest room with their bags.

This was his chance to observe her feelings toward him. She moved with a sultry grace, her hips swaying slightly as she led the way. Her dark hair cascaded in loose waves down her back, framing a figure that was nothing short of breathtaking. Full, rounded curves hugged by a tight sweater that clung to her voluptuous breasts, and jeans that sculpted her long, toned legs and pert, enticing backside.

"Good to see you, Uncle John," she said, her voice a soft, as she glanced back at him with a playful smile.

"You too, Kelly. How's it been without Emma around?" he replied, keeping his tone casual.

"Weird," she admitted, her lips curving into a pout that only amplified her allure. "She calls, and we video chat sometimes, but it's not the same."

Kael dropped their bags on the guest bed, his mind racing. Adapting to this body's personality was proving easier than he'd expected. It felt almost natural.

"Come check out what I've done with my room now that it's all mine," Kelly said, her tone laced with excitement. She beckoned him with a flicker of her lashes, her hazel eyes glinting mischievously.

He followed her across the landing, his pulse quickening as she shut the door behind them once they were in the room. Kelly flung herself onto her bed, a sprawling king-size bed—and stretched out languidly, her sweater riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of smooth, creamy skin at her waist. "So much space," she purred, extending her arms dramatically, her chest arching in a way that made her curves even more pronounced. "Come on, try it."

Kael hesitated, caught off guard by the invitation. She caught his expression and grinned, her full lips parting slightly. "Don't be shy, Uncle John," she teased, patting the bed beside her with a delicate hand.

"Alright," he said, his voice low as he eased onto the edge of the mattress, testing the waters.

"Oh, come on, properly," she insisted. Before he could react, she grabbed his shoulders from behind, pulling him off balance. He toppled backward onto the bed, and in an instant, she was on him. Her lithe, warm body pinning him down playfully. The press of her soft, generous breasts against his chest sent a jolt through him, and he fought to keep his composure. But maybe he shouldn't fight it. This mission might be easier than he'd thought.

Kelly gazed down at him, her expression shifting to something more serious, her breath warm against his face. "Uncle John, I trust you," she murmured, "I'd really like to… get closer to you this visit." Her eyes flickered with a mix of boldness and shyness, her meaning unmistakable as her lips hovered inches from his.

Kael swallowed, his mind buzzing. "We'll see what we can manage," he said, his tone careful.

Up close, she was even more stunning than in the memories, her fitted sweater accentuating her lush, sensual figure, her jeans molding to legs that seemed to go on forever. Her scent, a faint hint of vanilla and something floral, was intoxicating.

"We'll have to be discreet," he warned. "Sarah and your mom can't suspect a thing."

She smirked, a wicked little twist of her lips. "Don't worry. Mom still thinks I'm her little girl—I can play that part. It'll be simple to trick them into leaving you to 'keep an eye on me' while they're off doing their dull grown-up stuff."

She was right. The next day, Sarah and Laura headed into town for last-minute Christmas shopping, planning to be gone until late afternoon. Kael put on a show of reluctance about "babysitting," while Kelly sighed dramatically, "Fine, I guess Uncle John and I can mess around with a puzzle or something. I'll figure out lunch."

The moment the car rolled out of the driveway, Kelly grabbed his hand, her touch electric. "How about the hot tub instead?" she suggested, her voice dripping with suggestion. "I'll throw on my swimsuit—you brought trunks like Mom told you to, right?"

She didn't wait for an answer, bounding up the stairs with a sway of her hips that was pure temptation. Kael followed, ducking into the guest room to change into his trunks. When he stepped back onto the landing, Kelly was waiting, leaning against her bedroom doorframe in a crimson bikini that left little to the imagination. The fabric hugged her every curve—her breasts spilling slightly over the top, her flat stomach tapering to flared hips, and those endless legs gleaming with a subtle sheen. She tilted her head, letting her hair fall seductively over one shoulder, and flashed him a knowing smile.

"Like what you see?" she asked.

"Very nice," Kael replied. He thought of that this mission was just too easy, but he was also afaird. He felt that John identity was taking over him. Currently he was bland, with no personality of his own or John but as time would pass, then, it would be troublesome for him.