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Frank Konig was was leaning against his Buick waiting for his niece to come out of the house. His wife, Karen, was in the car as they waited. They were headed to watch the Women's College World Series in Oklahoma City. Grace was athletic, having played basketball, volleyball and softball in high school.

She had just graduated from high school a few days ago and as a reward for being in the top 10 percent of her class, Frank decided to take Grace to see the best of the best play softball.

He heard the door open and Grace bounded outside. She was wearing a short sun dress that hugged her breasts and hips, and Frank almost kicked himself for noticing. But the yellow floral dress shone in the sun, and as her wheat colored hair bounced with each step, she seemed to be shimmering.

"Hey kiddo, ready to go finally?" he asked.
 
Grace always found herself excited when she got to spend time with her Uncle Frank. Even though he was her mother's younger brother – that didn't mean she didn't notice what everyone else saw when they were hanging out together.

He had aged well – that was for sure. He had a nice head of hair, as well as that tiny bit of facial hair he always chose to wear scruffy – as if he'd always conveniently forgot to shave that morning.

As soon as his car pulled up out front, she pressed her lips to her mother's cheek, and skipped out of the front door. Seeing him dressed their in his simple t-shirt, and jeans, she ran over, throwing her arms around him as a greeting.

“Yes! I am so excited,” She beamed, hugging her body against his strong one. Even though they were both fully clothed – she could feel his muscular build pressing into her own. He had a beautiful physic that was neither too buff, not too weak, she couldn't deny the fact she'd taken notice.
 
The hug was different. Frank was suddenly aware that Grace had a supple body that was madly curvaceous. He wondered idly when she had grown up so much. Or more precisely, out.

He said, "Your Aunt Karen wants to go shopping in OKC, so she is coming along. We'll be staying in Midwest City and driving to the games every day. We have tickets to all of them."

Opening the rear passenger door, Frank tried not to gawk as Grace sat down, her dress flaring out, and scooting up her thighs perilously. Closing the door, he grabbed her bags and dropped them in the trunk with his and Karen's bags as well.

Jumping into the driver's seat he looked at the two women, "Ready? About a five hour drive."
 
Her heart undeniably dropped in her chest hearing that her aunt would be joining them, although she feared that her reasons were terribly selfish. At first she was angry due to the simple fact that Karen just wasn't into this stuff. She knew nothing about sports, nor did she care about them. Then secondly, she was a tad jealous when she realized that his attention would be divided in between the two of them.

Suddenly five hours seemed like too much to bare.

Nonetheless, she slipped herself into the backseat, buckling herself in at the middle of the three seats. That way she could pop her head in, and make sure she was still involved in conversation. Make sure that her Uncle Frank still realized she was there.

It was true, the idea of the trip dimmed a tad in her eyes, but that didn't mean she wasn't still excited. She bit down on her lower lip, her heart beginning to race once again with excitement.
 
Frank nearly gasped as he settled into his seat seeing Grace sitting in the middle seat. All he could see was her smile, neck, and the beginning swell of her breasts in the mirror. It was going to be a long drive he thought suddenly.

He glanced at Karen who had the bored look on her face already and then took off.

He drove through Hutchinson, and got on I-35 and headed south through Wichita. He felt Grace scoot forward her shoulder brushing against his, as they talked softball.

When Frank turned his head to talk to her, Grace was so close that his lips nearly brushed against her cheek.
 
Instantly Grace could sense how nervous her uncle got when she closed in on him. Propping her elbows to her knees, she leaned in closer – popping her smiling face between the two of their heads. Karen was too bitchy, and outright bored with the driving, and the sports talk to even notice how close Grace had inched up.

It wasn't until she took a quick glimpse over, and she saw her aunt's head propped against the window, soft snores escaping her lips – that she felt overly mischievous. “Are we there yet?” She whispered into the small of his ear, coming off both childish, and a tad naughty.

Her hot breath hit his neck as she breathed, and she could sense that he noticed. Deciding to lean in even more, she buried her face into the side of his neck, holding it there for a few moments, when she caught wind of his intoxicating aroma. As she pulled away once again, she batted her long eyelashes at him, trying to redeem herself as sweet, and innocent Grace.
 
Frank's mind went blank a moment as he tried to figure out what he was smelling as Grace whispered into his ear. Then he placed it. Strawberries. He smelled the strawberry scent of her lip gloss. Her words providing just enough movement of air, to bring the smell to him.

His body took over the reactions as Grace buried her face into the crook of his neck. His heart started racing, feeding the demand for more blood in his loins. His cock began to ache as it tried vainly to straighten in his blue jeans.

Glancing at Karen, he saw she was sleeping and Frank cleared his throat softly. "If you don't scoot back, we might get in an accident," he said softly.
 
Even though he suggested that the young girl move back, she giggled, and shook her head in response. She knew that deep down he liked her touching, just as much as she did. “I trust you, Uncle Frank..” She whispered again once, “You are a great driver..”

Instead of retrieving her small hands back, she moved one up, and down the expanse of his strong arm, her nails digging into the flesh on his bicep. “You know, I never realized how strong you were.” That was a lie, of course she had. She just wanted a reason for her hands to be there.

Proceeding with her inappropriate touch, she moved her hand down the short length of his upper chest. The seat belt around her waist didn't allow her to lean any further then that, but that was all she needed. “Your skin is so warm...” She whispered again, this time her voice coming off slightly more as a moan.
 
"Oh fuck," Frank thought to himself as Grace dug her nails into his arm firmly. She was going to drive him absolutely nuts before...

Before what? Was he really considering hammering his late brother's daughter? Shaking his head, Frank knew that he could not do that. Then she started caressing his chest, moaning breathlessly in his ear about how warm he was.

He was so hard that Frank was sure that his cock would break off if he didn't straighten it out soon. His wife moved, shifted her weight a little and went back to sleep. The shock of Karen's movement almost sobered Frank.

Reaching up, he turned the rear view mirror down some and said, "Scoot back Grace." He turned the radio up just a touch and whispered, "I want to see you."
 
Reaching up, he turned the rear view mirror down some and said, "Scoot back Grace." He turned the radio up just a touch and whispered, "I want to see you."

She giggled. Before she pulled away from where she hovered over his body, she got a glimpse of his hard cock, strangled by the fabric of his jeans. That was all she needed to know that he wanted her to. Grace couldn't believe she was really doing this, seducing her uncle – but she'd always looked up to him, and if he allowed it, she would carry on.

Once again she leaned back in her seat, this time not so innocently. She chewed on her plump bottom lip, as she snaked her fingers up her own thighs. Feeling the cotton fabric of her sundress, she giggled under her breath, the noise outweighed by the music. She slowly snaked the dress up her thighs, and out from under her ass – so that when she parted her thighs, he should fully see her black thong.
 
'fuck, fuck fuck" Frank thought to himself. What the hell was he doing? Had he really asked his niece to scoot back so he could see her? Then holy shit she did. Grace put on one of the most erotic partial strips Frank had ever seen as she shimmied the skirt up her thighs. He lean, thin, athletic thighs that were tanned golden.

Her black panties were right there, right where he could see them, teasing him, taunting him as she playfully opened and closed her thighs.

Frank was yanked from his revelry by his wife's sleepy voice, "Hey next truck stop can we pull over? I need to go to the bathroom."
 
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