*All characters involved in sex scenes are 18 or above. Comments and feedback are welcomed. *
I listened lazily to the radio, hoping for something interesting on the AM/FM wavelengths but it's all the same shit. News radio keeps talking of some coup in a country I couldn't find on a map, music radio puts on song I don't want to listen to, and the talk shows are talking politics which no one gives a damn about. Bored, I just switched off the radio and watched the Florida countryside flowing by as I drove for my uncle's hometown.
While I have seen beach fronts before, I've never seen much trees and greenery in one place. My hometown of New York City isn't known for being filled with trees, just concrete skyscrapers and buildings. If there was green, only Central Park and the rich had them. And New York's beaches were just stormy shores and grey sand while down south, the beaches were whiter and bluer.
If I had a choice, I might come down here for vacation. It wasn't by choice though, just necessity. It was necessary for me to move to Florida from New York in order to get a job. New York had plenty of jobs to come around but they always open and close in the blink of an eye. Just searching for an open one was difficult enough as it is but catching it before multiple other people was another matter. And with more people coming to the Big Apple for opportunities, the competition was heating up and I just couldn't compete anymore.
My parents weren't happy about it either, their eldest son with a business degree having no job was unacceptable. Dad always got on my case of being a freeloader and Mom kept worrying about feeding me and my two younger siblings. They weren't poor by any means but a twenty-four-year-old like me with no job is a disgrace in their eyes. I would flip burgers at a diner just to have a job, but my parents wouldn't have none of it.
A day came, during a family dinner, when my parents for the umpteenth time were railing me on not having a job or supposed lack of trying to find one. Out of impulse, I angrily told my dad, "Maybe if you were out there trying to find a job you like, you get why I can't find one!"
That was either a brilliant move or the dumbest. Dad took up my challenge and asked around for any openings for his unemployed son. A lot of it was small-time, none of those Dad wanted for me and, like I have said, were already gone. Then he asked around my family, my retired grandpa if he had any connections left from his time in real estate or my engineer uncles in Texas and California. They all had squat.
Except one, Uncle Tim living in Florida, running a hotel in a tourist hotspot. He doesn't run those big-shot resorts you see in commercials, just a modest hotel for customers who don't want to pay too much cash to relax on vacation trips. Haven't seen him, my aunt, or my cousins in years, not since I left for state college after high school.
So, this was the first time I'm seeing my uncle and his family. I'm almost ashamed that I get to see Tim only to ask him for a job, but Dad said my uncle was more than happy to take me under his wing for his business. At this point, I neither care nor have any choice. If it gets me a job and my parents off my back, I'll do it.
...
I turned on my GPS, punched in the address Dad gave me on my uncle's hotel and followed the directions the robotic voice gave me. It led me past downtown, past the high-scale condo glass buildings with their own pools and view of the beach front and into the suburbs full of beach houses and more humbler hotels close to the coastline.
Seeing Florida's beaches, it was definitely nothing like New York's beaches at all. With its white sand, palm trees and blue water, it was almost like those beach pictures on postcards. Young guys my age was either jogging on the sidewalks, jogging in place only when the traffic light was green, riding bikes or eating food from local restaurants.
And the girls were a sight to see. Some of them were arm in arm with another man, assumingly their boyfriends. Others were jogging alongside their male joggers. But they were all wearing clothes that showed more skin, like shorts and tank tops, than girls in New York City, who have to put on more layers of clothing because of the weather, even during the summer. And on the beaches, girls in bikinis were laying down on their towels, most of them on their stomachs and showing their asses. Already I was liking trading New York for Florida if I get to see more of that
I kept driving past hotels, shops and water parks, following the directions the GPS gave me until it told me the destination was at the next right.
I turned right to see a waterfront hotel, three stories high with white-railed balconies and lounge chairs for every room. A boardwalk with chairs and tables covered one half the hotel building facing the ocean while wooden stairs on the other half led down to the white beach and blue waves below. For me, a city boy, this place didn't look half bad at all, especially with the gorgeous view of the waterfront before it.
I parked my car and walked into the lobby, then stopped in my tracks when I saw the front desk attendant.
She was about 5'-4", with dirty blonde hair falling in curls to her shoulders. Piercing pale blue cat-like eyes on a cute face and a kissable mouth. She was wearing a turquoise collared shirt with the hotel name stenciled on the chest. While I couldn't see them under the shirt, her breasts were straining hard against the fabric of her uniform, forming a pair of large bulges on her chest.
Whoa,
was the only thought I could comprehend. Suddenly, I was having my own bulge between my legs, my cock springing to life at the sight of her. I gritted my teeth with a forceful will and put on a tight smile before walking up to counter.
"Hello, welcome to Seashore Resort Lodge," the attendant said with a welcoming tone and smile. "Checking in? New in town?"
"No and yes. I'm looking for the owner of the hotel," I asked, trying to ignore my hardening manhood.
The attendant cocked her head. "Who is asking?"
"Will. I'm...uh... the owner's nephew. Uncle Tim's nephew."
The attendant pursed her lips. "Alright. One moment, please." She disappeared into the back. Less than a minute passed before the attendant reappeared with my uncle.
Uncle Tim didn't change much the last time I saw him. A hulk of a man, he was about my height, a couple inches over six feet, with broad shoulders and a chin that seemed chiseled out of stone. He kept his dark hair short and his beard trimmed, now peppered liberally with grey. He was as strong as ever when he came around the counter and gripped my hand in a firm handshake.
"How you doing, Will?" he greeted in a booming voice. "My God, you've grown bigger last time I saw you. You were skinnier than a pageant queen."
I cracked a wide, proud smile. It was true. Back in high school, my muscles were just noodle arms until Uncle Tim convinced me to start exercising to make them bigger. Throughout my college years, any free time I had was spent pumping iron or beasting it up to the point where I was straining my shirts because of my new jacked-up muscles.
Now broad-shouldered with a strong jawline, dark hair and hazel eyes, people regularly compared me to those movie stars that play the villains or badass heroes. Especially girls.
"Well, I followed your advice and here I am," I said.
"Let me see your muscles, boy." I lift up my arm and rolled back my sleeves to show them off. "Goddamn, your Aunt Belinda will be surprised for sure."
"Yeah. I'm sure she would. How's everyone?"
Tim wagged a finger at me. "You don't recognize your own cousin?"
I opened my mouth to answer, "What? I haven't seen Gr-," until I saw the attendant smiling, stifling a laugh at me. My eyes widened in surprise. "Grace?"
"Hi Will. Long time, no see," she said, putting a hand over her mouth to hide her laughing.
I stood there like a stump, stunned with disbelief that this bombshell of a girl was family. Last time I saw her, she was just a scrawny middle-schooler who was more interested in begging a phone from Uncle Tim. Now she's this hottest piece of ass, totally not who I expected to see after all these years.
"Yes, my name is Grace, thank you and hold your applause," Grace said sarcastically.
"Uh...Hi Grace," I forced out. "You...changed a lot."
Grace shrugged. "Eh. I guess."
"How's..." The words were difficult to put together when I felt my face burning up with embarrassment. Or lust. Desperate to change the subject, I asked, "How's Shawn and Tristian?" They were Grace's little brothers, a couple of years apart and were wearing diapers last time I saw them. Today, they must be about more than a quarter of Grace's age.
"They're good, thanks," Grace replied dismissively.
"Come on in," Tim said. "I got some work to do first. And then we'll talk about what to do with you here." He put an arm around my shoulders to pull me away around the counter and into his office. I glanced back once to see Grace walking back to the front desk, to see her bubbly ass beneath her khaki pants that looks close to stretching.
I gritted my teeth.
Stop it, you fuck. That's so wrong.
...
"Look how tall and handsome you've grown!" Aunt Belinda exclaimed, her arms attempting to hug me as tight as possible, but my height and girth made it impossible.
Aunt Belinda, for a woman in her late forties, she looked instead to be in her early thirties, a beautiful, older version of Grace with all of the good looks.
"Hi Aunt Belinda," I breathed out when she let go. I smelled the smoky air. "Mm. Smells good. Cooking barbeque?"
"Yes sir, I am," Belinda replied.
I smiled, and despite trying otherwise, was thinking how Belinda's upbeat personality reminded me a lot of Grace.
Two little boys were playing soccer in the grass, one kicking the ball and the other trying to block the ball from getting into the imaginary goal.
"Shawn! Tristian!" Belinda called. "Say hello to your cousin, Will, kids!"
The two boys gave shy waves and said a weak "Hi" before quickly returning back to their soccer game.
"Did you bring your things inside the house?" asked Belinda.
"Tim and Grace say they take care of that."
