Family Tradition Ch 01 2

Eliert

June 17th, 2018

Summer has begun again! I always get nervous at this time, because if summer knocks on the door, it means that my birthday is coming too. It was peaceful to stay at home, sometimes swimming in the neighborhood community pool, sometimes cycling through the city streets.

It was a quiet town, not so big, but not so small either, especially as it was surrounded by countryside.

And speaking of the countryside...

This year I would turn 18, which would be wonderful, not only because I would finally be able to behave -- partially -- like an adult, but also because I would finally be able to go on a family trip. Every year, my father, his brothers, my cousins and even my brothers would go to a family farm, but my father never allowed me to go, because he said there was a lot of drinking and other things he wouldn't recommend for a "child". I was always upset, but it was okay to stay with the female part of the family. All my aunts and cousins came to the house, and it was always fun, I felt very spoiled by everyone, especially as I was the youngest in the whole family.

Yes, there was no one younger than me. Which was good, but also bad. But this year was going to change, I was sure, and then I would finally feel part of the family in a real way.

August 6th, 2018

I woke up to a huge noise at my bedroom door. I opened my eyes slightly and saw my two brothers practically fighting about something, while my mother was telling them to shut up. When my father realized that I was awake, he gave a dry cough and they all turned around, smiles all over their faces.

"I told you not to slam the door..." Richard, my older brother, said.

"I told you I didn't mean to..." Sebastian, the middle brother, grumbled.

"Well, happy birthday my son! Come on, sing the song, you loved singing it as children, don't pretend you're adults now!" My mother approached with a cake in her hands. My father quickly got ready and lit the candles.

The usual birthday chorus began to sing "Happy Birthday to You" as I sat on the bed, and even with my hair in a mess, I approached the cake and let out a weak breath, but it quickly caused all the candles to gradually go out.

"The cake will be downstairs in the kitchen, no eating in bed. Shall we go downstairs?" my mother said, leaving the room.

"You can go downstairs, I'm going to talk to your brother and I'll be right down." my father, Lynch, said to my brothers and they followed my mother. He sat on the bed and lightly stroked my messy curls. "Well, son, you've finally turned 18... I remember when you were younger, you always stood out in everyone's midst, you were completely outgoing, when you grew up, you seemed to withdraw more, but your presence was never insignificant, quite the opposite, it was what made everything complete. I'm very happy that you've managed to reach this age with a lot of responsibility, unlike your two brothers, who still seem to be children."

We laughed together.

"I'm going down to the kitchen to help your mother control those two, so don't take too long, okay?" He got out of bed and walked to the door. "Oh, and since it's your 18th birthday, we've decided to take the family trip early to celebrate this time. Tomorrow we'll leave early, everyone will go, except your grandfather, who has to accompany your grandmother to the doctor's, but they'll come here afterwards to congratulate you."

I nodded, feeling a chill in my stomach. I looked at my father leaving the room while my mind wandered to this trip.

My father was the embodiment of the classic American heartthrob. His face, with strong, defined features, is framed by a prominent jaw and a generally square shape. His eyes, a striking and expressive green, were a focal point of his beauty, like the icing on the cake. I've seen my father with various hairstyles, but he generally maintains a well-groomed look, with natural brown hair, sometimes dyed blonde, which is even more striking.

His athletic physique is the result of his dedication to his profession... or former profession. My father was in the military, but he left after having his last child -- me. He always dreamed of building a family, and as he spent a lot of time away, it was very difficult to stabilize himself. Today he works in an accountancy office, but he never stops working out. I think he's about 1.83m tall. I've seen him shirtless, in fact even in his underwear around the house, and his body shows off defined muscles and an imposing build. I'd say he has a giant body, complemented by a few tattoos all over his torso. I don't know if it's right to think this about my own father, but my favorite part of his body was his chest. Unlike mine, which is skinny, his chest was defined, puffed out, and sometimes contained hair distributed in a completely symmetrical pattern, as if it were perfectly shaped.

My father transmits a strong and confident presence, he is the true model of the man I want to be.

I look away, blink a few times after coming out of this mental dive and get up in a hurry, heading for the bathroom so I can get downstairs soon to celebrate the start of my day.

I start to take off the shorts I wore to bed and look at myself in the mirror. Clearly my body had changed a bit because of puberty, but I was the most distinctive of the whole family.

Unlike my father, I had a younger, more delicate beauty. My facial structure, with soft but defined features, gave me a youthful air. My eyes were said to be very expressive, capturing attention and conveying emotion. I always felt strange when people told me that I couldn't hide anything because of the way I looked.

My hair varied in style, from curly to straight. My slender and even skinny build stood apart from the whole family, who always seemed to live in the gym, even if most of them didn't. It was like part of the family genetics. It was like a part of the family genetics that I hadn't received. But... I kind of liked it. Not because, I don't know, I was thin or anything, but because I stood out. I was always the big stick in the middle of a bunch of chubby guys. The hair on my body was sparse, and people always said that if you shaved it, it would grow on a larger scale and even "thicker", but it never worked for me. Sometimes a light beard would grow on my face, but it never really developed.

I ran my fingers lightly down to my member, touching it with a certain lightness. It was uncut, which sounded nicer. I think, in fact, everyone in my family was like that. Or at least, here at home. It felt strange when I noticed that my balls were bigger and bulkier than my cock when it was soft, but I thought it was normal, I don't know. Some trimmed hairs were starting to grow. I turned over on my back and looked at my entire rear. My ass was small, but kind of round. There wasn't a single unit of hair in that area. Which could be a good thing, or not.

I stop analyzing my whole body and get into the shower, taking a bath to refresh myself and face the day full of hugs, congratulations and various other things.

August 7th, 2018.

We were traveling in the car, and because it was my birthday, my father let me ride in the front seat for the first time. I knew how to drive, I even had my license, but every time I was in the car with him, I sat in the back.

My two brothers were sleeping in the back seat, but I was too nervous, anxious and happy to sleep like them. The journey wouldn't take more than two hours, the point being that we left too early to pack and it was also an isolated farm. I think I'd only visited it a few times as a child, on family birthdays, but after a plumbing problem that took a long time to fix, we stopped going.

"Eager?" my father asks, with a smile on his lips.

"Yes, very much... I've always wanted to know what it's like there, especially with everyone in the family." I said as I looked at him, also smiling.

"Well, when we get there, we'll do some room sharing, the farm is huge, you know, but we always do some sharing. Do you want to sleep in the same room with someone in particular?" your question leaves me wondering, which makes me think for a few seconds.

"Who's really going?"

"All your uncles, and your cousins... And us, of course."

"Wait, even Oliver is going?" my father laughs at my astonishment.

"Yes, he never misses our summer trips. He doesn't really like taking part in family things, especially since he became a professional swimmer, but he always makes time in his schedule for our trip. It's a tradition no one wants to miss, especially as it's your first time." My father's voice had a serene tone as he spoke, but I could sense his slight excitement at having me there with the whole family.

Wow, so everyone would be there. Including Oliver. Including Uncle Gayle.

Don't get me wrong, but Uncle Gayle was always my favorite family member. He was fun, funny, but also reclusive. They said I was a younger version of him -- and with less muscles, obviously. Uncle Gayle was also the youngest of all his brothers and cousins, so sometimes we understood each other a lot.

The car enters an almost secret track and I feel my body start to sway a lot because of the stones on the narrow road, but within a few minutes, I'm already being introduced to the huge farm. I approach the window and begin to observe everything. My father quickly climbs down and opens the large gate, taking no time to get back into the vehicle and continue on his way.

We entered the space and I was still amazed. The house seemed much bigger than I had imagined, and it was very beautiful. I analyzed the large space, with a barbecue area, a swimming pool and several tables scattered around. There was an outside kitchen, probably where all the food was made.

"Dad, this is... wonderful."

"Do you like it, son?" His laugh makes me look at his face. "It's recently been refurbished, we always like to keep it fresh when a new member of the family comes here."

The car stops and, in the blink of an eye, my brothers are already awake and helping my father carry the suitcases out of the car.

"What's up, Eliert? Have you thought about who you'll be sharing a room with?" Rick asks me.

"Hm, I don't know, is it really that important?" I answer back.

"Of course, the first time we were here, we always had to choose who to share a room with. You don't always sleep with the person every day, because we don't always sleep in the rooms, you'll see what a mess it'll be when we wake up and everyone's drunk." Now Bash was talking.

"Who did you share a room with?" my curiosity got the better of me.

"I slept with Dad, and Bash slept with Gabriel." Richard said.

"And don't forget that cousin Ashton shared a room with me on the first day." Sebastian added.

"And how was that?" I ask again, letting my curiosity get the better of me.

They both look at each other strangely and I only hear them say something like "oh, it was normal". I shrug and take my backpack upstairs to the bedrooms.

I looked at each one, and they all seemed to be the same, with only a few things in different positions. There were closets, beds, and always a small door that gave access to the same bathroom, which was in the center. But only one room had a double bed, which aroused my curiosity: who was sleeping there?

I went into the room and looked around, it seemed the same as the others, the only difference was the bed.

"Did you like the room?" I was startled by my father's voice. I turn to him, who sits on the bed and signals for me to sit there too. "Funnily enough, that's where you'll be staying. It's usually closed, but we always open it when someone new arrives."

I just nod in understanding.

"Is it really important to find someone to sleep with?" I ask him, puckering my pink lips.

"Look, son. You'll find out later, but we have a tradition here, in fact, everything you do this week is a tradition, including this. I went through it, your brothers went through it, and now it's your turn. I'm sure you already have an idea of who to choose, but you're still curious about everything. I just ask you to take it easy, because it's all going to be fun, you're going to love it. The first step in your initiation into the family tradition is choosing a roommate. Everyone gets confused at first, but tonight it all starts, you're going to love it, I guarantee it".

I played with my fingers a little and closed my eyes, quickly wondering if the person in my mind was the best.

"I choose..." my eyes were still closed, but I knew that my father's green eyes were looking at me intensely "Uncle Gayle."

My father laughed loudly, making me open my eyes.

"Well, don't get us wrong, but we always make bets on who the next in the family will choose, and well, this year was a no-brainer, everyone betting that you'd choose your uncle." he quickly gets out of bed, in a lighter, more relaxed mood. "You can set up the room any way you like, I'll tell the boys about your choice and meet us downstairs, everyone will be here soon, we need a good reception."

He gives me a long kiss on the forehead and leaves the room. Something about that kiss seemed different to me. But maybe it was just me.

I felt the adrenaline in my body surge with the choice and I stood up, grabbing all my clothes and opening some drawers in the closet, dividing everything in a way that my uncle could also organize his clothes. I spent a good while organizing the entire room, opening the window, and trying to make everything as comfortable as possible for Uncle Gayle -- and for me.

I went downstairs when I finished everything and saw a car parked next to my father's car. It was Uncle John. When the doors opened, I saw him, my cousin Gabriel and my uncle Gayle getting out of the car.

My uncle John radiated masculinity and strength. His face, with striking features and an extremely defined jaw, conveyed power and intensity. His penetrating gaze complemented his strong expression. John often kept his hair short or shaved, highlighting his imposing appearance. His exceptionally muscular and large physique is the result of a lot of training and dedication, even though he was a lawyer. With an impressive height, he stood out in any environment. My uncle has an imposing presence and a bearing that commands respect, in keeping with his profession. He was not the oldest, but he was the most respected by everyone in the family. He was a truly intelligent guy.

Gabriel has a face with defined and expressive features, which give him a magnetic presence. His striking and expressive eyes complement his unique beauty. He often sports a modern and stylish look, with hairstyles that reflect current trends, demonstrating his good taste and fashion sense. He has an athletic and toned physique, the result of his experience as a dancer, which gives him an elegant and confident posture. What I found most attractive about cousin Gabriel is that his nose was a little crooked to one side, but it never caused any problems; quite the opposite, it made him more attractive and different. He conveys a sense of strength and agility, characteristics that make him even more attractive. Although he inherited the family genetics -- light hair and eyes -- his mother was Dominican, which brought a difference to his features. It was a combination that made his beauty one of the most striking among us.

And my uncle Gayle has a natural, approachable face, with a strong jawline and kind eyes. His dark brown hair, usually styled naturally, complements his unpretentious appearance. His lean, fit physique reflects an active lifestyle. He exudes a sense of authenticity and simplicity, with a casual, down-to-earth look. My uncle is currently unemployed, as he is the youngest, having left his job as a university professor to help with the housework, since Grandma and Grandpa are not always on good terms. He was the only one who was not married or had children.

My uncle John was the first to leave and came over to talk to me. His muscular arms hug me, which as a child I used to complain about feeling cramped, but today, I didn't mind.

"Sorry I couldn't make it to your birthday party yesterday, I had an emergency trial, I didn't get out until almost 10 pm. But I brought you a present, I'll give it to you later, it's in one of the suitcases." His hoarse and thick voice says as he looks at me.

"Oh, thank you, uncle. And you didn't have to worry about presents."

"Of course there's a present." he laughs "But we'll talk about it later, okay? I'll take the suitcases. Come on, Gabriel!"

Gabriel had already greeted my father and my brothers and was coming towards me too. His arms tighten around me in a more subtle and gentle hug, different from his father's.

"Happy birthday, cousin." he says to me when his father shouts at him again "I'm going up now, if not, we'll have a stressed guy for the rest of the day."

We let out a light laugh and when I look ahead, I see uncle Gayle talking to my father. His smile was wide, he was always radiant like that. Then, the two of them hug each other and his body starts to move towards me.

I feel a slight nervousness in my stomach, but I feel relaxed when his arms wrap around me. The hug was simple and radiated feelings, as he always did.

"Good morning, roommate." His voice came out as a laugh. "I'm glad you chose me, really. I think this is the first time someone has chosen me, but I bet I'll be a good companion for you."

Despite being older, we were almost the same height; maybe he was only 3 or 4 centimeters taller than me. He starts walking towards the front door and stops, turning and looking at me.

"Aren't you going to show me the room?" There was still an optimistic and playful tone in his voice.

I quickly get ready and start climbing the stairs in comfortable silence. I guide him to the end of the hallway and open the bedroom door, giving him a simple smile.

"Well, here it is! I organized the closet so that my clothes wouldn't get in the way of yours, so you can put everything in there. I saw that there was only one drawer, so I put my underwear in it, but if you want, I can take it out so you can put yours in, no problem." I said as I sat on the bed, looking at him.

"Don't worry, I'll find my way, and it's part of the tradition here to put your underwear in the same drawer, don't worry." He smiles and starts organizing his things. "What do you know about our schedule?"

"Oh, I don't think so? They just told me that we were going to have barbecue, drinks and stuff like that." I answer, shrugging my shoulders.

"So they didn't tell you about the initiation..." I look at him, confused. He finishes organizing his things in silence and stops in front of me. "Well, I think you've heard everyone talking about tradition and a bunch of other stuff, but yes, we have a tradition about an initiation into adulthood, it's like a ritual so that you're truly ready for what might happen when you turn eighteen. I can't tell you anything else, because you'll find out later, and that can't be interfered with, but be prepared, and oh, I think you were the luckiest person in the world to have chosen me, not everyone would be as nice as me. Maybe your father would be, since you're his son, but..."

He just smiles and turns around, leaving the room. Did people have a habit of leaving me alone in the room? I roll my eyes and lie down on the bed, wondering what could possibly happen in this initiation ritual.

I hear a car horn, indicating that someone else had arrived. I get up quickly and practically run down the stairs, stopping at the door and checking the jeep for parking.

My uncle Isaiah and his son, Ashton, got out of the car. Ashton was only a year older than me, so he had probably gone through the ritual recently and could give me some pointers.