The Family Reunion - Sex Stories

The Family Reunion

The family reunion was better than most. As usual, it was held on the old family farm inherited after the death of my grandparents. Uncle Harry had taken it upon himself to add some improvements. The 100 year old cinder block farmhouse was basically untouched. It sat roughly in the center of three acres of farm buildings. Typical of that long ago era, the house had an enormous kitchen. It was half the square footage of the house. When this was a working farm, my grandmother prepared lunch for and fed the field hands in this kitchen. A hand hewn oak table, 12’ x 4’, occupied the center of the kitchen. Chairs of similar construction circled the table. Two miniscule bedrooms, a laughably tiny bathroom and a small living area completed the sturdy dwelling. The old barn at the far end of the property became a communal shower. The barn’s enormous pass through doors at either end were intact. A 7’ high cinder block wall split the building roughly in half. A water pipe extended the length of the wall. Showerheads sprouted from either side of the pipe, providing male and females a private, albeit cold, shower area. The tree shrouded lawn area was intact. The many and varied trees provided shade in a park like setting. Our family pitched tents in the clearings formed by the various clumps of trees. It added an element of privacy. I pitched my tent adjacent to an old corkscrew willow; mom and dad tent was just the other side of that same willow. That first night, we gathered around a ...

... large log fueled bonfire. It was a rough 3’ x3’ teepee shaped affair. This conflagration occupied a space at the back of the property across the lawn from the tents. It was adjacent to the fields but behind and between the farmhouse and the barn. Uncle Harry was holding court, making a nuisance of himself telling stories he had told countless times before. His wife, Aunt Ethel, while shushing him was also making spectacle of herself in a black one piece swimsuit that was at least a size too small. Her enormous jugs pushed obscenely out of both sides and the top. And that was just my father's side of the family! At 47, my mom is a full figured bosomy woman. She has the signature red hair of her side of the family. She wore it in a layered bob. In her stocking feet, she stands about 5' 9", maybe 170-180 pounds. Years ago, I peeked in her lingerie drawer and saw her bra size. She was a 36C then. As I watched her across the fire, I could see she was a good deal larger now. I would say she was closer to 38C to D. My mother's family are boozers. Despite the implied and express disapproval of their spouses, her brother and sister were doing their best to empty the accumulated liquor for the group. Trooper that she was, mom was doing her best to keep up with her older siblings. The title of their conversation could be Incoherency! It was punctuated by interrupted sentences, slurred incomprehensible jokes followed by loud guffaws. Mom reached the point where standing was not an option. ...