[All persons depicted in this story are at least 18 years of age.]
Every year my wife's family likes to rent a house at the Whispering Pines resort community and vacation together. The resort is near a lake, fishing, hiking, and all the great outdoor activities, with also nearby access to shopping, movies, dining, and more. It's a great place, and we've been happy there, but this year was going to be different. This was the first year since my wife died in a car wreck, just 3 weeks after we got back home from last year's vacation.
Her family had been kind enough to still invite me, even though Lisa was gone. I had wondered if they would. Then, when I got the invitation, I hesitated a long time before accepting. My brother-in-law Steve actually had to call me and remind me we'd agreed to double-or-nothing our bet on last year's "family challenge golf cup" and if I didn't show he'd consider that a forfeit and I'd owe him $200. It was a good-natured bet. I doubt he'd have ever really tried to collect, but his call was just the kick I needed and I agreed to come.
The resort was about a three hour drive from my home. All her sisters and their families were going to be there. Jen was the eldest at 47, then came Linda, Sue, and my Lisa had been the baby of their family. She was only 32 when she died, but we had been married for 9 years, and together for a couple of years before that, so they all knew me pretty well. I really did feel like part of the family. It would be weird being around everyone without Lisa, but honestly, when we were up there, the sisters always spent a lot of time together, mostly around the house, and left all the husbands to go out for golf, fishing, or taking the kids hiking or swimming. The kids weren't mine. Lisa and I couldn't have kids, and that was on me. I shoot blanks.
Yep, I'm infertile, but my equipment is otherwise healthy and normal, and my sex drive was still alive and well. The family didn't know it, but I actually had dated-and bedded-a couple of women since Lisa. I was a single, 35-year-old man, relatively decent looking, good job and all that. I wasn't ready to settle down with anyone else yet. I wasn't over my late wife, but I was trying to move on. So maybe you can understand how I'd have mixed emotions about a week with her family, but I'd agreed to go, and that's where our story starts.
The rental house was huge, 5 bedrooms. There was a Master Suite, 3 regular bedrooms, a guest room, and a couple of bonus rooms where the kids typically slept. They insisted on giving me the Master Suite because it was "my turn" in the rotation. Seemed kind of silly for just me, but that's the way they wanted to do it, and it didn't seem worth causing a fight over. The sisters and husbands took the bedrooms. That left the guest room for Jen's eldest daughter, Tori.
Tori was 23, just graduated with a Master's in Art History. She'd spent a year abroad studying and touring museums, and before that had summer jobs and internships and been generally busy so she hadn't seen most of the family for more than five years. Because of that, and because she was currently unemployed, finding it hard to find a career-track job with that degree, she decided to come along on this vacation. Since Tori was the oldest of the cousins, and an official "adult" now, she got the guest room.
The way the house was laid out, the guest room was downstairs, on the same level as the master bedroom, while the bedrooms and bonus rooms were all upstairs. This convenient fact proved to be super-significant for Tori and me.
The last time I'd seen Tori she was still shaking off her gangly adolescence. I could tell even then that she had a chance of turning into a real beauty as she got older, but nothing prepared me for what hit me as I turned around from the foot of the bed where I'd just set down my bags.
"Uncle Mike!" said the young woman running through the bedroom door to attack me with a huge hug. I felt her tits crushed up against my chest before I'd barely had time to register her face. "It's been so long!" she said.
"Is that Tori?" I was basing my guess on approximate age and the thick mop of strawberry blonde curls more than any actual recognition.
"Of course, silly," she replied, releasing me from the hug and taking a step back.
"It's so nice to see you," I gave the automatic response as I really started to notice. "Wow! You've ...grown!" I was noticing that she was completely gorgeous, about 5'5", slender build, tits that had to be at least a C cup, green eyes, strikingly beautiful face, and could that be...yes, across the bridge of her nose and cheekbones still the hint of the freckles she'd had so prominently as a girl.
"Turned out OK, huh?" She smiled as she gave a little twirl and finished it with a pose as if to say "ta-da!"
"Turned out great!" I had recovered enough, I think, to make sure my reaction was appropriate for an uncle, mostly, and not so much like the regular panting male, that I was sure, by now, she must be all too familiar with.
"I'm across the hall," she told me. "I'll let ya unpack. We can catch up later. Just wanted to say 'hi' to my favorite uncle!" and with that she turned, and bounced back to her room.
"Thanks! See ya later, Tori!" I replied as she walked away. I couldn't help noticing that her ass looked fantastic too. I noticed, but I didn't have any plans to do anything about it. Although not related by blood, she still was my niece, or I guess technically, niece-in-law, or step-niece. Is that what you call it? Either way, this seemed clearly to me like an "off limits" situation. Best not to go there, even if my dick was starting to have other ideas.
I tried not to go there, but I could see, even from that first night, that she wasn't going to make it easy for me. Traditionally on these vacations people might go their separate ways during the day, but everyone came together for a big family dinner. Since Tori and I were the only two single adults we kind of naturally gravitated together. We were also the two youngest of the group. My sister-in-law, Sue, was next closest and she was 5 years older than me. Certainly nobody was trying to play matchmaker for Tori and I or anything like that, but it was only natural that I try to help bridge the gap for her to help her feel more at home with the adults. So dinner conversation saw me keeping her engaged, making sure she didn't feel left out. Plus honestly, the absence of their lost sister weighed more heavily on the older part of the group, whereas Tori didn't have anywhere near as many memories and also was by temperament much more focused on the here-and-now. There was the definite danger of making this weekend a kind of grief session, and Tori and I were probably the ones who wanted that least of all.
After dinner we all congregated in the open "great room" area for a movie. I grabbed a spot on a small loveseat and Tori sat down next to me. As everyone talked while they were settling in, Tori leaned over and confided in me. "You know, Uncle Mike, for a while there at dinner, and before you got here, I was thinking maybe I'd made a mistake in coming for this week. But I'm really glad you came. I like talking to you. Thank you for saving me from a week of boredom. I'm really looking forward to getting to know you better." She smiled at me. It seemed genuine. Maybe a little flirtatious, even.
I wasn't completely sure how to react. "I really like talking to you too, Tori. I'm thinking that unlike the rest of these old timers, you might be turning into an actually interesting person yourself." Then I winked at her. She laughed. During the movie, we shared a popcorn bowl. She flirted, definitely flirted, by making sure to only reach for some when my hand and hers would meet in the bowl. It was more like she was being intentionally bratty than overtly sexual, but I noticed, and I did wonder if maybe, just maybe...
After the movie all the older sisters and their husbands went upstairs to turn in. The teen cousins took over the big-screen TV for video games. I went to the kitchen and poured myself a tall scotch and soda, which I took back to my room. I didn't see where Tori had gone. As I sipped my drink while looking out the window I remembered this house (we had stayed here before) had a sauna. The thought of a nice steam sounded pretty good to me right about then so I grabbed a towel, put on my swimsuit (we were family, but...you know...conservative in that way), and headed down the hall behind the utility room where I remembered it was.
Tori's door had been open as I passed. I didn't look in, but she must have seen me walking by wrapped in a towel, because about 10 min after I'd started the sauna, as it was beginning to work into a good steam, I heard a little tap on the door. She opened it a crack. "Mind if I join you?" she asked.
"Not at all. C'mon in. Things are just heating up," I answered. The double entendre possibilities didn't hit me until after it was out of my mouth.
"Ooh! Nice and steamy. Just the way I like it!" she replied, as she opened the door quickly, so as not to let in cold air or let out too much steam, and darted into the little room.The tone in her voice was definitely flirtatious.
The small home sauna wasn't built to hold more than 4, with a small bench on either side of the rocks in the center. I thought I saw her hesitate and consider sitting next to me before she chose the safer course of sitting on the bench opposite me. She was wrapped in a white towel. I could see the top of her breasts although her nipples were covered. As she sat down facing me the towel rode halfway up her thighs. Her legs were slightly parted, but not enough for me to see if she was wearing anything underneath the towel. I didn't see any straps over her shoulders to indicate she was wearing anything up top, either, but maybe she's wearing a strapless suit, I thought. Or then again...maybe not. There it was, my mind wandering again, and being led by my dick. I was trying not to stare.
