My name is Rick Converse... well, not really, but it is a suitable enough pseudonym for my real name. It's Christmas, 1994... I was almost 19 years old and this was our first "whole family" Christmas all together again in Universal City, Texas in nearly a decade.
Little did I know it was to become the wildest Christmas I would ever know.
A little about my family and I. As I said, I was 19 at the time, and I stood 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighed a lean, strong 180 pounds. I played safety previously for my high school and now my Division II college football team and was generally in good health, notwithstanding the various dings and dents you absorb in a long run of being a sports nut.
I grew up playing baseball, basketball, soccer, lacrosse, football, and rodeoing. I was good at all of them, but never great. I wasn't going to make a living as an athlete, much to my chagrin, but I had the kind of lean, athletically muscled body that women tend to be fairly fond of.
At this time in my life, my light brown hair was worn long, down to my shoulders, and my eyes were a gray-green mix that was once described by a girl as "the color of a storm tossed ocean" which I thought was awfully cool to hear.
I was the only child of my mother, and my father's third son. My mother, Susan, was a golden haired, blue eyed Texas belle. Only a slight 5 foot 2, she was still luminous as she approached her 48th birthday. No longer the whippet lean young woman she was in some of her earlier photos I had seen in the family albums, she had developed the soft, curving lines of a sensual matron as the wife of a military officer. Her 36D breasts were still firm and ripe, a holdover of having not being able to breast feed me as a baby.
My father was the spitting image of myself, only older. Only 6 feet tall and hovering a little over 200lbs, Walt (as he preferred over his given name, Charles) kept himself in fine shape with long morning runs around our Black Hills home, despite being retired from military service for nearly 4 years now. My father's most striking feature has always been his laser-bright, sapphire blue eyes.
We came to my maternal grandparents house and quickly started the greetings with the extended Universal clan. My mother was the eldest of 6 children, 5 girls. The second child, Michael (Mike), wisely ran away to the Marines the minute he was old enough to do so to escape from estrogen hell, as I thought of it as.
Mike was recently divorced from his overbearing and shrewish wife, who had unfortunately taken him for just about everything he owned, and their two young children, aged 7 and 5 at the time.
Mike looked a lot like my dad, except with a beard and mustache and a bit thinner, which at the time I always thought was pretty strange... but events would prove how un-strange this really was.
The 3rd child was Harriet Alyson, who went by her middle name, for obvious reasons. Alyson was a bit taller than my mother, almost 5'5, and thin... except for her voluminous breasts and curvy, supple ass. Her short cut blond hair was always in style, except those styles were generally a half decade late. She also had extremely tantalizing pale blue eyes. Alyson would have been a terrific find for any man... except she has the most unsettling horseface I have ever seen. It was much worse in her youth, which I'm sure was terrible for her self-esteem. I always surmised she was a virgin, even now in her early 40s.
The 4th child was Victoria, Vicky now. She left the nest early, marrying a hippie dippy pot head named Jimmy and having two kids fairly early, even before my mother. My cousins Jimmy and Erin were 3 years and 3 months older than me, respectively. Jimmy Junior and Senior stayed behind in Pennsylvania for this trip, so it was only Vicky and Erin to greet us. Vicky had cleaned herself up nicely since her early days of hippiedom and was the same height as Alyson, with mid-length dirty blond hair and her sparkling brown eyes mischievous as always. Even at 37, she was still the waif of the family, with smaller breasts and a lithe figure.
My cousin Erin showed a lot of promise when I'd last seen her at 12... and that promise had been greatly fulfilled, with interest! She had just turned 20, and at 5'9 she towered above the other women in the family. Her long, wavy brown hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall and her emerald green eyes spoke of a smoldering desire. She was clearly her mother's daughter, matching her figure perfectly.
The 5th child, Paula was always the wild child and had married a colossal loser who had stolen her ever-wandering heart for a moment when I was 10. Fortunately, that lasted only so long as both of them could keep their mind on it, which wasn't long at all. Paula shared the curvy lines of her eldest sister, but with a face of a supermodel. Her skin was olive and her hair was near raven black, in stark contrast to the pale complexion and lighter hair tones that was common to most of her sisters. Still lovely in her early 30s, Paula was always the family member who made me most "uncomfortable" down there as I passed through those awkward years of puberty.
Finally, the baby of the family, Karen. Only 11 years my elder (30) and the same height as my own mother, she was more like a big sister to me than an aunt. While attractive, she wasn't as pretty as Paula, she wasn't as slim as Vicky, she wasn't as curvy as Alyson... she was the great compromise of all of them, and I think it bothered her greatly. She spent a lot of her younger years overcompensating... which left her with a lot of unfulfilled relationships in her life.
Once we were all settled, my grandparents wanted to go gather supplies for the weekend, and my father volunteered to drive them. Although I was leery of being left behind in a house with 6 women (as Uncle Mike had conveniently disappeared), I was too tired from the trip to offer to go along.
My mother busied herself in the galley kitchen and Karen moved in to help her. Paula and Vicky had their heads together and were giggling, and quickly bolted upstairs. Alyson was nowhere to be seen since everyone's greetings, which just left Erin and I.
The awkward silence was broken by her asking if I had thought about the last thing she had said to me, those long years ago. I looked at her dumbfounded, as I honestly couldn't recall her words.
She nestled close to me and leaned up to whisper in my ear, "You were trying badly to hit on me, and I said if you ever grew up, I'd think about it."
The words triggered a hazy memory of us in front of the family Atari in the upstairs game room, where I said something about her "development" in certain areas... I wouldn't say it was hitting on her, as I knew I wasn't supposed to think about family that way, but I couldn't deny she was becoming a woman.
Snapping me back to the present was Erin's fingers tracing softly across my chest and down to my abs. I cocked an inquisitive eyebrow at her, and she sighed heartily.
"You know my parents are a bit more... relaxed... than most, right?"
I chuckled and said, "That's one way to say they're high about 90% of the time."
Erin slapped my arm playfully, "It's not THAT much of the time. The point is, silly, that we're a lot more open with one another around our house."
"Oh, really? How's that?" I was curious where this was going.
"Like thisssss..." Erin hissed, as her hand finished its downward traverse and came to rest on my crotch. "You've definitely grown up, cousin, and I want to see the changes in you like you wanted to see mine. Let's go back to the game room!"
