** Prologue **
"Are you sure it won't be a bother?"
Bob heard the timorous plea for help in his five years younger little sister's voice. Becky's life had taken a different path than his. Mom and Dad had been doting and loving to them both but there was no inheritance worth speaking of when their parents passed away while Becky was still in high school.
By then, Bob was already in pursuit of scientific and technical college degrees. Soon after graduate school, he had hit upon a green energy breakthrough technology and was awarded the patents. He had licensed those to a startup manufacturing venture that his classmate established and his minority equity stake along the unit royalties, board member stipends, and internal consulting fees provided him a very notable income. He wasn't mega-billions wealthy but an 8-figure nest egg had the 40-something engineering entrepreneur set for life.
He chose to honor his working-class roots and lived modestly in a sleepy little Sunbelt college town. It was the perfect place to avoid the industrial paparazzi and attendant 'gold diggers'. He remained a committed bachelor. Of course, he liked women and sought out intermittent impermanent dalliances far away from his greater home neighborhood.
He had tried to watch out for Becky early on but apparently not well enough, distracted by his college studies and then the startup's hectic schedule. She was four months along and showing at high school commencement. The summer teenaged wedding was followed by the birth of a daughter, Kristi, in the fall. Surprising to those who had heard this ill-fated tale before, Raymond, the young and promising motor mechanic, had been a standup guy, fulfilling his responsibilities and staying in the marriage. A second daughter, Missy, followed the first girl in about a year, and then Ray, Jr arrived a few years after that. Raymond was dedicated to his family and his employer, and his steady paycheck was meagerly augmented by whatever clerical or sales jobs Becky could score. They make ends meet in their Midwest rust belt community but never exceeded working-class status.
Raymond was a typically proud man and spurned any cash gifts or loans from his wife's brother. Bob thought that best anyway; never mix family with money. But Ray half-heartedly acceded to in-kind giveaways, such as a 'used' one-year-old pickup or that all-expenses-paid vacation cruise package that Bob had won but just couldn't 'fit into' his busy schedule.
Now Kristi, who had struggled in elementary school, repeating a grade, had gotten her act together through high school. The extra year of age over her classmates had helped her to succeed and she had been awarded a two-year tuition paid academic scholarship at the college of her choice. But Becky and Raymond's budget wouldn't support the room, board, and incidentals. Could she stay with her Uncle Bobby while attending the college in his Sunbelt hometown?
Bob considered the circumstances. He had purchased his residence in the suburbs, a track development house intended to be an investment rental for dual student occupancy. On the second floor were the two large bedrooms with connected baths and the downstairs held the living room, dining room, kitchen, and the den off the front door that Bob used partially as his home office. Its French doors faced the interior stairs on the other side of the entrance hallway for private admission by business guests. Bob's only nod to his affluence was the wood-fenced in-ground pool and sundeck that he added post-purchase.
There was plenty of room for two semi-independent people as the design had intended.
"Sure. No problem at all. She'll probably be at classes or busy in her room studying unless she's out with her girlfriends or boyfriends."
"No, Bob, no boys! Or at least, no Boy friends. She has made a solemn promise to avoid boys until after she graduates college. You know my story."
"Jeez, Becky, there are contraceptives, you know."
"They're not perfect. I was on the pill and it happened anyway. And there are other risks, like STDs, DUI's and drugs."
"Okay, point taken. When is she coming?"
"Classes start in two weeks. Raymond and I can pinch our savings, take a week off from work and drive her down there."
"Nah, Becky. That truly sounds like a bother. I'll book her a flight and save you the trouble. You get her to your airport and I'll meet her at mine."
"Oh, Bob, you're always too good to us. Kristi is a lucky girl to have an uncle like you."
"I'm not so sure of that, Becky."
He chuckled at her sincere gratitude then spoke with a solemn voice.
"And I promise to take care of her and look after her well-being. And no boyfriends; I get it."
They exchanged goodbyes and ended the call.
** September **
Bob stood in the baggage claim area, outside the TSA security boundary. He watched the tired passengers trudging to the luggage carousels. There were several middle-aged couples, some with teenagers, a few single walkers, possibly businessmen, with a gaggle of three young ladies mingled in.
Then a blonde teenager in a short skirt and loose jeans jacket, lugging a guitar case, walked by. She probably wasn't it; he remembered Kristi as having dark hair, though she could have bleached it. Another student-aged girl with long wavy brunette tresses, a cute face, short skirt, and blouse, carrying a shoulder strap carry-on bag, trudged by. Last in line was another older teenaged girl with a cropped brunette hairdo and preppy style clothes, hauling a small roller valise. That could be the right backdrop for a college-bound niece. Maybe...
He hadn't seen Kristi in years. At his last visit to the family town, she had been a gangling tomboy with a bobbed haircut. None of these girls looked familiar. He hoped she hadn't missed her flight.
Bob followed behind the foot traffic making its way to the baggage claim carousel where a loud buzzer and flashing light announced the arrived flight's and a belt full of disgorged checked pieces. He stood back, watching, waiting, not sure how to approach. He didn't want an 'unwelcome stalker incident' in a public space. The folks milled around, lifting cases from the moving belt, gathering their group, and departing for ground transportation.
Bob watched and waited as the crowd thinned. One brunette college-aged teen whooped and jumped into a husky young athletic stud's arms. No boys allowed, so that couldn't be Kristi.
Finally, the only person left was the brunette with long hair, looking around for her party. Bob abruptly realized that the pretty girl remaining was probably his niece. She and Bob eyed each other and assumed that the other might be their contact.
"Kristi?"
"Uncle Bobby?"
They walked briskly towards each other, smiling wide at the long-delayed reunion, and fell into a platonic hug. It may have been platonic for Kristi but Bob felt her well-built breasts mash against his chest and he probably held the hug a little longer than an uncle should. But Kristi didn't seem to notice. They gathered her bags and made their way to the parking garage, exiting the airport in Uncle Bobby's sports car.
On the way to his house, the pair gossiped about family matters and chatted about current and future plans. Kristi was amazed that in her 19th year, she was headed to college and promising horizons.
At the house, Bob gave Kristi the nickel tour and showed her the large second bedroom with sitting and study space and its connected bath. It was a little bare of furniture, just a queen-sized bed, and a dresser but he assured her she could fit it out any way she liked. Just pick out what she wanted and he would have it delivered. He left her to get settled in and make decorating plans with a further invitation.
"I'll be out at the pool deck if you need anything."
"Thanks, Uncle Bobby. A quick swim would be nice. The weather here is so nice."
Bob lounged outside, surfing the net, catching up on his business emails. He heard the patio door slide open and turned to see Kristi emerge, and forgot all about business.
She wore an old men's dress shirt over an outgrown small bikini swimsuit, challenging the faded fabrics to contain her tits and ass. Bob stared uncontrollably as she sashayed across the deck, her hair fluttering in the slight breeze.
"Wow, Uncle Bobby, you sure do have a nice home."
She gingerly dipped one toe, nodded her approval of the temperature, and shrugged off the shirt. Her back arching motion pressed her boobs fuller into her top and Bob's cock twitched at the bountiful display.
A spring and launch dove her into the water. She popped up in the middle, sweeping back her hair from her wet face, then swam around the edge, dipping down occasionally, her rounded ass rolling upward and re-submerging in recurrent patterns. Bob's reflections on his resident visitor were mutating from good uncle to naughty uncle.
Then she swam to the edge near Bob and plopped her tits on the concrete ledge. She cupped and tossed some droplets towards his chaise, her teasing smile tempting him.
"Come on in, Uncle Bobby."
"Not right now, thanks. It's almost dinner time. Hungry?"
"Sure."