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Reunion At The Beach

I'm Larry, and I've been dying to tell the story of what happened to me last spring at the beach. I am a senior attending Cornell University. My father went to Cornell, as did his father, his father before him, and his father before him, who was a founding member of my fraternity. So you can see that going to Cornell and joining this same fraternity is a family tradition. I grew up in The Hamptons at the end of Long Island, New York. Last spring I had hoped to attend spring break, chasing snatch with several of my fraternity brothers in Cancun, Mexico. But those plans were dashed by my mother and father, who informed me that the family was holding a long overdue reunion and I was required to attend. When I found out the destination, I wasn't too badly upset. The reunion was to be held at the family's island estate on the Emerald Coast of Florida. It is a beautiful place on the Gulf of Mexico, with white sand and crystal clear beach water. It is so flat there, the only real topography is the sand dunes stretched out along the beach in front of the scrubby pines and palm trees. I had thought I might have the chance to escape, and drive just east of there to enjoy the spring break festivities at America's biggest college spring break destination in Panama City, the Redneck Riviera. There would be thousands of college babes from most of the universities east of the Mississippi River converging there. They'd be twisting along the beach with their bikinis pulled as low as they can ...

... go, and then at night cruising in cars, bumper to bumper along the Miracle Strip, flashing titties, getting drunk, and looking for guys to fuck. I'd be ready and available. Once we arrived at the island estate, one of the hired hosts carried my bags and showed me to my room. I was happy to have a beach front view in the massive white mansion built by my great grandfather. I told my father that I'd spend the day and evening with them before going over to Panama City, but he informed me otherwise. I was to spend the a few days there on the estate before I could hit the party along the Redneck Riviera. I was greatly disappointed. The teenie bikini beach babes would have to wait, so I decided to settle in. I had almost forgotten how large our family was. They kept arriving all that day. My father had several siblings, who had arrived along their extended families, many of whom had long been involved with the family business. I was pleased to see my cousin, Roxanne, from California. She was the daughter of my father's brother and only a year younger than I. I had not seen her in a while. We had always enjoyed each other's company very much. In fact, I had always hated that everyone in the family business so often brought up the fact that she had one breast much large than the other. Other than that, she had a really cute figure and a pretty face with big blue eyes and long blonde hair. Roxanne, after getting settled in her room, came out wearing a bikini and a t-shirt. She often ...