Jen placed a framed picture of her and her grandfather on her nightstand. Putting the finishing touches on her new home, she looked around approvingly. "Whew! Done at last."
It was a modest apartment, just a studio that sat above the garage of her aunt and uncle's house. Jen had worked long hours, waitressing at a local restaurant to be able to buy some independence. The apartment had two key things going for it. First, it was close to the campus of the college she had just enrolled in and secondly, it served to get her out of the house she was living in with her grandfather and little brother Mike.
Jen loved her grandfather dearly, and missed seeing him everyday. But she needed to get away from her Mike and his constant efforts to try and see her naked.
People were always telling Jen how beautiful, how smart and what a good girl she was. This made her feel pretty good about herself. Too good, in some people's eyes. But of all her admirers, no one adorned her like her grandfather.
Her grandfather had raised both Jen and Mike, since they were young. Jen had become an honor student and was the apple of her grandfather's eye. She had also blossomed into a stunning young woman and this combination seemed to fill her little brother with equal amounts resentment and lust. Unbeknownst to Jen, by moving so close to her aunt and uncle, she had gone form the proverbial frying pan, to the fire.
Imagine being able to step out of the shower without having to worry about that little worm lurking about. Or catching him going through my underwear drawer. She sighed.
"Enough of that, the sun is still out and I am gonna go get me some."
Jen stripped off her jean shorts and t-shirt and pulled a small emerald green bikini out of a drawer. As she put it on, she took a moment to admire herself in the mirror above the dresser. Her hair was in a ponytail, which she undid and shook loose. Her long, auburn brown hair swayed as she moved, as did her small, firm breasts. At 19, Jen had developed some sumptuous curves that added incredible accents to her slender, elegant frame. She turned slightly to the side, and admired her flawless skin, long sexy legs, and her best feature, her big green eyes. Jen playfully practiced some sexy poses in the mirror. Seductive stares, come hither looks and a playful a pout, were all part of her repertoire.
After a moment, Jen burst into a fit of giggles at the seductive poses and returned to putting on her bathing suit.
Once outside Jen laid a beach towel on the grass and enjoyed the feel of the sun on her skin. "Mmm, the sun feels so good," she cooed.
She slipped her mp3 player's headphones on and began tapping her foot. Jen felt like she had the world in the palm of her hand. As she relaxed, she praised herself, going over her many accomplishments. Beauty and brains, more than any one girl deserves she decided.
After an hour or so in the sun, she became quite thirsty. Realizing her refrigerator was still empty, Jen wondered if either her aunt or uncle were home. I suppose it really doesn't matter, she thought, they told me to make myself at home. Jen slipped her flip-flops on and shuffled up to the deck of the large house.
They said they usually leave the back door open, she thought. Sure enough, the sliding glass door moved aside and she walked right in.
Jen bent at the waist a bit, leaning into the large refrigerator, searching for a diet soda. Still lost in the music from her headphones, she wiggled her bum back and worth and did not notice that her uncle had just entered the room.
Jen cracked open a soda and turned to find her uncle standing right behind her.
"Oh my god! You startled me. This looks really bad, but the door was open and Aunt Erica said I should make myself at home and my refrigerator is still empty."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! It's ok Jen. It doesn't look bad at all. It looks quite good actually," he said as he looked his niece up and down.
Jimmy was a large, gruff man in his early 50s, who had once served a little time. Jen didn't think highly of him and in fact, wondered how she could even be related to him. She usually tried to avoid being alone with him.
Jen looked at him askance, wishing she had covered up before she entered the house. I know I'm hot dude, but get a grip, she thought.
As he continued to stare, Jen nervously looked away and tucked some loose hair behind her ear. It fell back into her face and her uncle reached up and tucked it behind her ear for her. Jen recoiled from his invasive touch. It was a reaction that did not please her uncle.
With his ire raised he said, "I'm glad you're here. I deposited your rent check, I know, first, last and a security deposit is a lot for someone so young, but the check bounced."
"What?!? Oh no! I'm so sorry Uncle Jimmy. I had to buy some books for school and thought I still had enough."
"I'm sure I can borrow a little from paw-paw, to make up for it."
"Paw-paw?" He said mockingly.
"When are you gonna stop using that childish name for your grandfather? Anyway, Dad can barely afford to keep a roof over his and your brother's head. You really should be paying him back for all he's done for you, not sucking him dry."
Jen felt a sudden pang of guilt.
"Maybe we can work something out." He offered.
"What do y'all mean?"
"Well...I take a little off the rent and you take a little...off." He tugged playfully at the strap of the small bikini top. Jen's breasts were thrust up and out and there was nothing she could do to hide them from her uncle's stare.
"Uncle Jimmy!" Jen looked at him disgusted. She tried to back up, but was already against the refrigerator.
"I'm waitressing this weekend. I'll make enough to cover it."
"I want it tonight Jen. Look, I don't care how you get it, just get it, ok? Lets not make this a monthly occurrence. You bounce another check and I bounce your pretty ass outta the apartment."
As Jen laid her bikini-clad body, back down in the yard. She wondered how she could get the money quickly and how her uncle could be so disgusting. Jen understood that most men wanted her, but the realization that members of her family did as well, was shocking to her.
Back in the house, Jimmy continued to stare at Jen from a window. Her body was so young and firm...absentmindedly, he adjusted the crotch of his jeans, which ere becoming quite snug.
"She is a sexy little thing, isn't she?"
The voice was that of Jimmy's wife Erica. Jimmy was so distracted, he didn't hear her come in and walk right up to the window.
"You're home!"
"Just in time, I see," she teased, following his gaze. "I haven't seen you this turned on in a while," she said wrapping her arms around her husband.
"Miss high and mighty's check bounced." He groaned. "I knew this was a bad idea. She was Dad's problem, now she's gonna be mine."
"You can always evict her at some point. But lets make it later, so we can some fun with her." Erica was Jimmy's second wife, having never had children; she managed at 42 to maintain her figure. Erica had a healthy sexual appetite, which she used to keep Jimmy happy, it was what ultimately caused him to marry her. She was also quite mischievous, which kept things lively and that was before the arrival of a new toy for her to play with.
Jimmy continued to gaze out at the gorgeous girl in his back yard. There was anger in his eyes and a bulge in his pants, thinking about how he had opened his home to her and how stuck up she was.
They continued to watch as Jen began climbing the stairs back to her apartment. Both of them fixated on her ass as it wiggled in the small bikini bottom.
"I guess I see the benefits of having her around," Jimmy laughed.
"Darling, you haven't seen anything yet. I got Jen some necessities at the store; think I'll go pay her a visit. I'll be back soon to make you dinner."
Back in her apartment, Jen turned on some music and was about to strip off her bikini, when she heard a knock at the door. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. "Oh god, I hope its not Uncle Jimmy."
She opened the door to see her Aunt Erica standing there, holding a grocery bag.
"Hi Jen. I was at the supermarket and figured you could probably use a few things."
"Oh wow! Thanks Aunt Erica."
"Consider it a house warming gift dear. Erica unpacked the bag, which contained a bottle of wine. How about a toast to your new home?"
"Sure! Sounds great!"
