Grace Murphy was excited as she got off the plane at O'Hare Airport in Chicago. She had just finished her freshman year at the University of Georgia and starting an internship at a public relations firm in Chicago. The fact that Grace had gotten it out of almost two hundred applicants was still amazing to her. Staying rent-free with her uncle Mark was the icing on the cake. In exchange for staying with him, she had agreed to help him with his two kids, a boy and a girl ages nine and eleven, with whom he shared custody with his ex-wife. Considering most of that help would be on weekends worked perfectly for Grace. She didn't start her internship until the following Monday, so she hoped she'd get to sightsee a little.
Her uncle was her mom's stepbrother, and while they had been close once, they lived in different cities their entire adult lives. Grace grew up in the suburbs of Atlanta while Mark and his family were outside of Chicago. She had met him, his now ex-wife, and kids at a family reunion a couple of years before and supposedly a few times before that, but she had been young and didn't remember. The kids were cute, as were he and his wife. She was standing at the baggage claim when she saw him walking toward her and smiling.
"Grace!" He greeted her, "welcome to Chicago."
"Thanks, Uncle Mark! I'm excited. Thank you so much for letting me stay."
"I should be thanking you," he said, "with work being busy, I really can use the help with my kids, and it will be nice having a friendly face around the house."
Grace grabbed her bags off the carousel and set them down. Her uncle immediately picked them up. "I'm in the parking garage," he said, "this way." She followed him as they walked out of the airport.
The first thing Mark noticed about Grace was how much she looked like her mother. He had thought that when he had seen her a few years before, she was probably only fifteen or so then, and now she was an adult of nineteen and drop-dead gorgeous like her mom. Her hair was long and blonde, and Grace dressed for summer, no surprise coming from Georgia, she was tall, in white shorts accentuating her perfect long legs and a blue and white patterned top which showed off her bare midriff. Mark noticed her pierced belly button. He was pretty sure she had to chase boys off with a stick. If she was anything like her mother, he knew she could hold her own.
Driving for thirty minutes was filled with talk about Gloria, Grace's mom, and the rest of her family, consisting of two younger sisters and a younger brother. Mark had always regretted not staying in close contact with Gloria and told Grace so.
"Well, I know she's the same way. She always talks about how great you are." She smiled at him "so tell me about your kids. I can't wait to meet them."
"Well, Lily is 11 and curious about everything. She's going to ask you about Georgia, college, and you name it. Logan is nine and all over the place; he loves baseball, and I told him you were a Braves fan, so he's excited to talk to you about it. He's a Cubs fan."
"So cool. Your kids sound awesome."
"They're good kids, and I'll be grateful for your help with them. I want to spend as much time with them as possible when they're with me, but it helps with someone else around. They're here every other weekend and almost every Tuesday. Their mother will drop them off for the weekend tomorrow, but I'll be taking Logan to a baseball tournament on Saturday, so Lily will be happy not to have to go."
"We'll have fun," she smiled, "and y'all can have boy time!"
Mark smiled at her, "so glad you're here, Grace."
"Happy to be here!"
Mark's house was huge, and Grace couldn't believe her eyes when she saw it. The landscaping was gorgeous. They went inside, and if anything, it was more expansive on the inside than it looked on the outside. There were five bedrooms, a large kitchen, and a family room. The house's entire back was glass leading to a backyard and a brick patio surrounding a pool. She couldn't believe this was her temporary home for the next two and a half months.
"Mark, your home is beautiful," Grace said.
"Thanks," he smiled at her, "I've done OK."
"More than that, I'd say! Do you mind if I go to my room and unpack?"
"Nope," he replied, "let me help you with your bags."
Mark brought Grace's bag upstairs and left her to unpack. He went downstairs. The girl was stunningly beautiful, and because she reminded him so much of her mom, it was hard not to help but think about the secret between them. When his father married Gloria's mother, they were both sixteen, and he had lost his mother to cancer four years previously, and Gloria had lost her dad to a car accident two years before. They liked each other immediately, and there was also an immediate attraction. Mark was an only child, and Gloria had two sisters in college at the time, so they were alone together a lot. After Gloria had a boyfriend cheat on her with a close friend, the attraction came to a head, and they had sex for the first time. It was not, by far, the last time. They spent two years as secret boyfriend and girlfriend and fucked a lot. They went to different colleges, him to the University of Wisconsin and then Northwestern Law School and Gloria to the University of Alabama, where she met her husband and moved to Atlanta. He moved on to other relationships, and eventually, about ten years after she did, he got married as well. They had reconnected about a decade before on Facebook and saw each other at a family reunion about four years earlier. They never talked about it again. Now her daughter was living in his house. It was going to be an exciting summer.
It was a fun weekend. Grace loved both kids and enjoyed her time with them. She had spent all day Saturday with Lily, talking about clothes, boys, makeup, and video games. They also spent some time in the pool. After Mark and Logan got back from the tournament, where Logan's team won, Mark cooked them all a big dinner of roast chicken, spring veggies, and rice. It had been delicious.
Sunday, they all went out for pancakes and enjoyed each other's company. When it was time for Mark to bring their kids back to their mom, Grace decided to relax in the pool. She also started thinking about the weirdest conversation she ever had with her mom.
"Oh my God, mom!" Grace had said after her mom shocked her a couple of days before she left for Chicago, "I seriously can't believe you right now!"
"Sorry, honey, I know this is shocking, but it happened, and I wanted to tell you about it before you spend your summer with Mark and his family."
She looked Grace in the eye, "He's a good man, and he's going to be attracted to you, in part because you resemble me."
Grace's head had been spinning. Gloria had admitted to having sex with Mark and was suggesting that the attraction would fall to her. Still, it was what came after that was the most shocking.
"If he flirts with you, I don't think you should be afraid to flirt back," her mother said, "or even go further. I had a thing with one of my college professors, and it was a great experience" she smiled at Grace "you learn some things when you have sex with an older man."
"Mom!" Grace had said, astonished. "I have no idea how to respond to you. You're telling me to fuck my uncle?"
"Step-uncle," her mom had corrected her, "He's no relation to you, and I didn't say to fuck him. I said it wouldn't be the worst thing if you did."
As she floated around in the pool, the conversation kept going through her head. If Grace was honest with herself, Mark was hot, having never been grossed out by the idea of being with an older man. Grace once had an attraction to one of her professors, just like her mom. She never took that next step. She also had to admit to herself that when Mark had left, she purposely put on her sexiest bikini, knowing she'd be in the pool when he came back. It was red and didn't cover much. She knew she looked hot.
"Hi, Grace," Mark said as he walked out to the pool area, "I've got pizza. Should we eat out here?"
"Sounds good to me," Grace replied, stepping out of the pool. She was wearing a red bikini that left almost nothing to the imagination. Especially wet. Her nipples and the shape of her pussy were visible. He thought she must have been aware of it.
