All sexually active characters in this work of fiction are over the age of eighteen
One Night Only
"Hey Bro, I need you to do me a favour."
"Yeah, what's that?"
"Well, you remember that Carly and I are heading out of town, right?"
"Yeah, rings a bell."
"Well, I was hoping you might be able to help Jessica out a bit while we're away. The damned girl still hasn't got around to getting her license, so she can't drive herself anywhere, but she still has to get to all her commitments. She can bus for a lot of them, but sometimes it just doesn't work out well."
"So like, I'm gonna play Uber?" Mark asked, with a laugh.
"Well, hopefully not quite at her beck and call to that extent, but yeah, that's the gist of it."
"Yeah, I'll help out."
"Thanks Mark, it's very much appreciated."
"I'll give you the bill when you get back. How long you away for again?"
"A month, including the weekends at either end. I think she'll mostly need a ride to volleyball games. Sadly, they're early Saturday mornings."
"Early? Like how early?"
"She has to be there by eight."
"Fuck, maybe I should have thought this through more before agreeing so readily."
"Well, I heard a yes, so that's good enough for me," Jack teased his younger brother.
"Yeah yeah, I'll survive. Might have to hold back on the Friday night beers a little though."
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"Hey Uncle Mark, just checking that you're good to pick me up to take me to volleyball tomorrow morning?"
"Yeah, that'll be fine Jess," he replied. "Seven-thirty at yours work for you?"
"Yeah, that will be great. See you then."
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Mark grabbed his coffee and stumbled out the door. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been up so early on a weekend. He'd held back on his usual Friday night antics, but he was still hurting a little.
He pulled up out the front of his brother's place, and resisted the instinct to toot the horn to announce his arrival. He was pretty sure the neighbours wouldn't be impressed, so he dragged his ass out of the car and went and rang the doorbell, instead.
"Coming!" he heard Jess call out. He waited a few moments until he heard footsteps and then stood back while the door opened and Jess stepped through it, pulling it closed behind her.
"Hey Uncle Mark, I hope it's not too early for you."
"It is definitely too early for me," he replied with a laugh, shaking his head as he walked back to his truck.
Jess followed him, but went to the passenger side, climbing up into the cab to join him.
"You don't really strike me as the volleyball type, you know?" he observed, as he started the truck.
"Why? Because I'm a short ass short-ass?"
"Well, now that you mention it, yes. Aren't volleyballers supposed to be tall?"
"I'm a setter, Uncle Mark; I get the ball up where the hitters can smash it over the net."
"Right, fair enough then. Can't say I've ever really paid attention to the game myself."
"You should come in and watch then," Jess suggested.
"Depends on whether it's likely to be better than grabbing some extra sleep in the truck."
"What? You think sleeping would be better than watching hot girls bounce around a volleyball court? You know what we wear, right?" Jess teased.
"Girls half my age that I certainly shouldn't be watching like that," he reprimanded her.
Jess just laughed.
Mark drove on, feeling guilty about all the times he'd spent on the internet looking at girls in volleyball uniforms. It wasn't like he wasn't aware his niece was hot. She was hard to miss. She was short for a volleyballer, but not at five foot five inches, she wasn't super short. She was a little bundle of muscle. He'd seen her in her bikini and there wasn't an ounce of fat on her, though at that moment, she was well hidden beneath her team sweats.
He glanced across at her, taking in her fine cheekbones and the brown hair that she'd braided ahead of her active morning. She turned toward him, meeting his gaze and smiling.
"You going to win today?" he asked her.
"Should do. We're third on the ladder and the other mob are in the bottom half of the table.
"Maybe I'll come in then." P
Jess turned and smiled at him again in response.
He pulled the truck up outside the gym and climbed out.
"Hey Jess!" he heard someone greet his niece.
"Mandy!" Jess called back. Mark turned to watch a tall blonde girl cross the carpark and grab her in a hug. She too, despite being in her sweats, was attractive enough that Mark was keen to see her in her volleyball outfit. After all, there was little left to the imagination by the Lycra shorts those girls wore.
"Mandy, this is my uncle Uncle Mark." Jess introduced him when he joined her walking to the gym. "He's being nice enough to be my Uber while my parents are away."
Mandy laughed.
"A very limited service," Mark advised Jess' friend.
"I know all about that. I don't drive yet either," Mandy told him. "And I just got dropped off, no spectators for me today!"
"Really? I thought Jess was the last eighteen-year-old in the country who hasn't gotten [7] around to getting a license."
"Not quite the only one," Mandy assured him. "I don't seem to have a problem finding a ride to most places, but all that study and practice seems so boring! School's bad enough."
"Yeah, you just push those big fat tits out at the boys and they fall at your feet and drive you anywhere!" Jess accused her friend.
"Well, it works," Mandy laughed, in her own defence.
Mark worked hard to keep his gaze from flicking to her chest. If she was well endowed, the sweat-top did a good job of disguising it. He remained wisely silent and let the girls continue teasing each other, as they made their way inside. They turned right, toward the change rooms, and he turned left to find a seat in the folding stand on the side of the court.
There weren't many people there; a few parents, who looked as thrilled to be there as he was; and a few young guys who might could have been either dedicated boyfriends, or horny brothers latching onto the chance of a perv on their sister's team-mates.
Mark settled himself in the stand and tried not to feel guilty about being there. He was clearly a first-timer, and wasn't even sure which of the supporters were there for Jess' team. He scrolled through his socials and checked his email until the increased noise level announced the arrival of the girls who were to battle it out on the court.
Most of the girls were still in sweats, but a few were already down to the tight little shorts they'd play in, providing instant eye-candy. Mark attempted not to study them too closely. As he'd noted to Jess, they were half his age! (And perfectly nubile the devil on his shoulder added).
Jess looked his way and gave a wave, which he returned with a subdued nod. Mandy glanced his way as well, and Mark found himself tracking her through her warm up, especially when she started stretching. It became readily apparent that Jess' little jab about the size of her breasts was entirely justified. Her legs were long and lithe, and her blonde ponytail bounced around as she jumped and leaped about the court.
When the game started and all the girls had stripped down to their playing attire, he was presented with a smorgasbord of temptation that he tried to diligently ignore.
He failed regularly to remain immune to the scene in front of him. He didn't think he'd ever get the image of Mandy serving out of his mind. [8]
She'd throw the ball high in the air in front of her, then take a couple of steps and leap, back arching like a pulled bow, chest thrust out in front and butt clenched tight behind. Then the stored energy was suddenly released with her arm swinging over head to launch the ball on a violent, dipping trajectory that the opposition scrambled to return.
In the moment before she swung her arm, she was a perfect goddess in flight.
Overall, he was impressed by the girls' athleticism more than anything. He'd not really thought about what standard to expect from the game, but it was well above anything he would have anticipated had he given it thought.
Jess' team came out victorious and the sight of the girls all bouncing around and hugging each other at its conclusion brought a smile to Mark's face. He was pretty sure he saw Jess cop a couple of boobs to the face when some of the taller girls grabbed her. He was only a little bit jealous.
After the game, he found himself with Mandy and Jess as they chatted about the game and their efforts within it. Jess offered Mandy a ride home with Mark's blessing and he was left listening to their incessant chatter all the way to Mandy's house.
Along the way, it was revealed that Mark had a hot tub and a discussion ensued as to how good it was for aching muscles after sport.
"We should totally take advantage of that!" Mandy exclaimed. "Maybe next week?"
"Yeah, that would be fun, wouldn't it?" Jess asked her uncle.
"If you really want to, it shouldn't be a problem. Personally, I find it better later in the day, but maybe that's because my soccer games are in the afternoon. I think the more modern philosophy would suggest an ice bath rather than a hot tub, though."
"Fuck that!" Mandy declared, dramatically.
"Exactly," Jess enthusiastically agreed. "And hey, if later in the day is better, if you're not doing anything next Saturday night, we could always come over for dinner? Mandy and I could cook for you as thanks for your playing driver?"
"Yeah, that would be fun!" Mandy agreed.
"No need to go to that trouble, but if you want to come over and use the hot tub, you can certainly do so," Mark replied, already thinking that he'd make himself scarce when they went to use it, rather than put himself in a compromising position.
"For sure, let's do it!" Mandy said, looking to her friend for agreement.
"Sure, should be fun," Jess agreed.
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"You're uncle is kinda hot, you know?" Mandy said to Jess later that week as they stretched to warm up for volleyball practice.
"I think you mean he's kinda old," Jess deflected, with a laugh.
"Not that old. He's younger than your Dad, right?"
"Yeah."
"And how old's your Dad?"
"Forty-two."
