Any and all characters mentioned in this story in a sexual context are aged eighteen years and over.
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I'm sure every large family must have an Uncle Len. You know the one I mean. The one who isn't a close paternal or maternal relative. The one who is jokingly referred to as the second cousin of your mother's - cousin's - husband's - auntie's - father!
Okay, I know it's far fetched but he's the one that's always present at the extended family get togethers even though no-one really knows why he's been invited. And our family are no different. Uncles, aunties and cousin's seem to come out of nowhere when there's anything to celebrate. This is probably the reason we get so many invites to weddings and christenings.
Our large family group came about because of my great grandparents. Great Grandad was one of ten and Great Grandma was one of seven. Most of their offspring survived the war and had families of their own but the time for having loads of kids was drawing to an end; after all TV had been invented! And this was reflected in the fact that whilst my dad was one of three, my mother was an only child.
Me ... I'm Matt Stephens and I have two sisters. I'm twenty four years of age, okay looking, medium build, brown hair and blue eyes. At the moment I work for a local Estate Agent but hate the job and am currently looking for something else to do.
My girlfriend's name is Lauren. We've been dating for around sixteen months and living together for the last four. During the time we've been together she's attended enough family functions to leave a pretty good impression on my immediate and not so immediate family. So much so that some well meaning aunts are already pressing me to marry her. I figure I might eventually but there's no rush. We're still both young and want to enjoy ourselves.
I've never been the luckiest of people but I certainly hit gold when I ended up with Lauren. She's a secretary at a firm of solicitors and I met her when I had to deliver some urgent documents to their offices. She greeted me in reception and the attraction was instantaneous. Luckily for me it proved to be mutual. After a few dates we found we had a lot in common although unlike me she loves her job.
To this day I have no idea why she cottoned on to me. It has been said by many people that I'm punching above my weight and she's way out of my league. I'm not so sure about that but she certainly is a looker especially with her makeup on. Although she's not stunningly beautiful, to me she's gorgeous, a fact I tell her every day.
A couple of years younger than me at twenty two she's around 5'6" tall with long, honey blonde hair and brown eyes. She's not massive up top but her ass is another matter altogether. It's quite simply to die for. It's not obscenely celebrity big, it's just a curvaceous bubble butt, which accentuated by her thin waist is just right for her overall body shape. Her legs are pretty good too and she does like to get dressed up and flaunt her assets when we go out, which is most weekends!
I wouldn't say she has a thing about clothes in general but she certainly does when it comes to tight little dresses. Coming in a variety of styles and colours every available bit of wardrobe space in our bedroom is crammed full of them. It's like buying them has become an obsession; she'd rather buy a dress than a pair of shoes. I would like to think she had enough already but worryingly she has now started looking at some really expensive dresses by the top fashion designers. And by really expensive I mean upper three figures expensive.
But the one thing all her dresses have in common is that they show off her ass to perfection. And they're short enough to display a good amount of her shapely thighs as well. I love her ass and so it seems do a lot of other people. Mainly men of course although I have spotted the odd woman take a lingering look at her butt when she's shaking it about on the dance floor.
Our relationship is great. We are always winding one another up and we make each other laugh a lot but every now and again we get ultra competitive and make stupid dares that just have to be accepted and executed. And neither of us wants to be the one to back down.
She's always a happy soul but one thing you should know about Lauren is that she is a bit of a party animal. She likes a drink and although even when sober she's pretty full on; tipsy, she's a raging lunatic. Don't get me wrong, she's not outrageous. She doesn't pull her top down to expose her breasts or lift her dress up to reveal her panties. It's just that she gets very flirty, doesn't know when to stop and sometimes I worry that it might get her into a spot of bother.
Wedding No 1
We'd been invited to the wedding and the night do. It was one of my close cousins who was tying the knot. His heavily pregnant partner looked like she was about to pop at any moment but they made it through the civil ceremony at the Registry Office without a hitch. Not being church goers they didn't think it was right to go for the seemingly obligatory church service.
After the usual round of photographs including one memorable shot of the entire guest list where the stupid photographer had to go back about a hundred yards to squeeze everyone into the frame because he'd left his wide angled lens at home, it was back to the pub for the reception.
The pub had been built in the sixties and was basically a combination of rectangular and square shaped boxes joined together. It gave the pub three contrasting rooms. A nicely furnished medium sized lounge was at the front and at the back was a smaller bar with a pool table and a large, wall mounted flat screen TV for showing the football. In between those two rooms was a family room. This was a decent size and even had a wooden dance floor of sorts, which was ideal for the night do.
Our extended family descended on the pub and took it over. The older folks disappeared pretty much en masse into the lounge whilst the younger adults hit the bar with the pool table. Those with children grabbed seats in the family room. The wedding feast was a help yourself hot and cold buffet. Money was tight and it was hoped that there would be enough left over for the evening party.
The drinks flowed but Lauren and I paced ourselves. Drinking too much in the afternoon in the past had invariably ended with us having to leave early, which was something we didn't want to do today. After all it was a close relative's wedding and all my family were here so we were in it for the long haul.
A few hours later and the evening guests had arrived and the night do was officially in full swing. The landlord of the pub had provided us with a DJ, which turned out to be his eighteen year old son with his laptop computer. But he had it hooked up to two massive speakers, which between them gave out a great sound. He also played good music. A blend of sixties, seventies and eighties tunes for the older folks intermingled with some more recent head banging dance music to satisfy the younger element.
By now, Lauren and I were feeling no pain. We weren't drunk, not by a long way but I was sufficiently buzzed to have got silly.
I'd danced with Lauren for a while on the small but intimate dance floor but had now decamped to the bar to grab some more beer. Watching Lauren dancing with some of my female family members gave me the urge to take some photos of them all, so I took out my mobile phone and started clicking away.
Then I got silly and started to take close up shots of her breasts and her legs and of course her delightful ass. It took a while before one of my sisters spotted what I was doing and drew Lauren's attention to me.
She was laughing when she glanced back at me over her shoulder. Then quick as a flash she bent over at the waist, stuck her ass out towards me and shook it provocatively.
"Yeah," I shouted at her, "you'll get yours later."
"Promises, promises," she laughed back as she gave me another jaw dropping shimmy of her wonderful ass.
She turned away from me to continue dancing with my sister and switching from camera to video mode I filmed them. Well I filmed Lauren. The naughty little minx saw me and every now and again thrust her ass back out towards me as she really got into the driving rhythm of the beat.
Eventually I tired of filming her and beer in hand, returned to my seat to review my snapshots to see whether any were worthy of going onto my Facebook page.
Sipping at my pint I scrolled through the shots until I reached the one of Lauren sticking her ass out. I breathed in deeply. "Fucking outstanding," I murmured to myself as I admired her shapely curves. Her ass never fails to amaze and excite me. I went to the next shot, which was the video clip I'd made of her dancing.
I watched it for a while marvelling at the way she could shimmy that butt around so sexily. And then I saw it.
I zoomed in for a closer look.
It was unmistakable. There was a hand in the shot and by the looks of it, it was groping Lauren's ass.
What the fuck! I zoomed in as much as my phone would allow. Yes the hand was definitely in the area of her ass but now I wasn't so sure if it was touching her or not. But even so, who was it? Who could have been that bold? And why had I not spotted it? And more importantly, why had Lauren not done something about it?
