Allison snatches me from the car. "This is so exciting!" she beams. "I can't wait for you to meet everyone. Now, remember... don't be shocked by how close we are."
"It's OK," I assure her. "I ain't worried about nothin'." She looks back at me, and I wink.
We pass under a banner with balloons on either side that reads, "2022 Bennington's Fam Bam Reunion." People are scattered all over, talking and laughing with one another. Allison's mother jogs up in a floral wrap dress, clutching her floppy hat to her head. Her large breasts remain pinned to her chest as the rest of her bounces. "Is this him?!" She shouts. "Do we finally get to meet the mysterious Scott?"
Not far behind is Allison's father, wearing Dockers and a golf shirt. "Honey," he hollers. "Leave that boy alone!"
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Bennington," I say. She leaps into me for a hug, pressing her implants against me and kissing the corner of my mouth.
"Please, call me Courtney," she whispers, her lips lingering on my ear.
By the time our greeting finishes, Mr. Bennington has caught up. He offers his hand, and I grasp it. "You can call me Mr. Bennington," he says with a smirk.
Allison shoves her father, "Dad!"
He hugs his daughter and she stands on her toes and kisses him. His embrace sails down her back until he gropes her ass, and my brow furrows. I start to speak, but Courtney steps in front of me, blocking my view.
"How was the drive?" She asks.
"Good," I murmur, attempting to peer around her.
A girl with fake tits (identical to Courtney's) bulging from her tank-top dances over. She pumps her first cheering, "Woot! Woot!" A tall black guy in ripped jean shorts and a teeshirt follows her.
Courtney slinks her arm across my waist and says, "This is Ally's sister, Olivia, and her boyfriend, Booker."
Booker and I bump fists, and Olivia stares at me, "Damn, sis. He's so pretty."
Courtney twirls my short dark hair, "Yes, honey," she agrees. "He's quite pleasant to look at."
I search for a response, but Mr. Bennington nudges Booker and beats me to it, "He's in trouble now." The two share a chuckle, and the women giggle.
After some chatting, Allison drags me further into the party where picnic tables line end-to-end. A man with thin arms and legs, sporting a mammoth potbelly, sits alone as a woman massages his shoulders. She's wearing a long flowing dress. A crystal necklace hangs between her vast cleavage. Allison lets go of me and charges toward them. She jumps in the man's lap, shrieking, "Uncle Joe!"
I stop in my tracks as they kiss. "Are they frenching?"
The masseuse blocks my line of sight. She has this radiant smile with deep lines on her temples. "You must be the handsome Scott I've heard so much about." She brushes her reddish frizzy hair behind her ear and corrals my face. "I'm Allison's aunt, Harmony." She whispers in a tender, raspy voice, caressing her gentle lips against mine. My thoughts distance from Allison's giggling and moaning. Harmony tilts her ear in the direction of my girlfriend, but she holds my eye contact. "Ally, I'm borrowing your handsome fellow for a tour. Why don't you catch up with your uncle."
Neither Allison nor Joe respond, and Harmony scoops my arm, whisking me away. I try to glance back, and I think I catch Allison slipping under the picnic table.
Harmony tugs, "Come on now, dear. There are many interesting people to meet."
First, my tour guide identifies Michelle. "That's my oldest," she says. "Michelle's pronouns are they/them." Their short hair flashes golden in the sunlight, and their baggy jeans hang low. A tweed vest overlays their oxford shirt with rolled-up sleeves. "Next to them is their wife, Summer." Summer's short polka dot dress waves in the breeze. She towers above Michelle in her platform sandals, and her purple-dyed mane hovers above her shoulders. "I love your dress!" Harmony hollers. Summer blushes as she curtseys.
My guide waves at Kevin, Allison's older brother. He's dressed identically to Mr. Bennington and standing next to Booker. The two drink their beers. "Kevin's a good boy," Harmony informs me. "It's great that he could visit for the weekend. He's a surgical resident at Grand Oak Hospital. And we adore Booker like he's been in the family his entire life."
A sexy, tall woman wearing a crop top and running shorts passes Kevin and Booker. They glance at her ass. Harmony smiles and leans on my shoulder. "And that's my other daughter, Natalie," She says affectionately. "Her pronouns are she/her or they/them. She transitioned seven years ago. We couldn't be prouder."
I was about to express my admiration for how they support her when a tall, bearded black man wearing swimming trunks and a navy tank top swaggers up. He kisses my tour guide, and their tongues swirl in the space between them. I struggle to escape, but Harmony locks me beside her.
After the two separate, the man squeezes her breast, and she slaps his wrist, "Babe," she grins. "We have a guest." Turning to me, she adds, "This insatiable heathen is my long-time partner, Malic."
Malic presents his hand, and I stare - feeling a bit faint - before realizing I'm meant to grab it. When I do, he seizes it and jerks me in an embrace. "You must be Scott! Welcome!"
He lets go and immediately pinches Harmony's other breast. She slaps him again. "Off with you!" She crows. "Go find Michelle and Summer. They could use your... exuberance."
Allison's aunt pulls my arm. As we pass Malic, he pinches her ass. She jumps and huffs, saying, "This family is bonkers."
Holding my head and stumbling, I mumble, "I need to sit down." Harmony helps me stay upright.
"Let's get you in the shade, honey," she says, lugging me away. She shouts to Courtney, "Sis, bring us some ice water."
Settling on a picnic bench tucked behind some trees, Harmony rubs my shoulders, and Courtney feeds me ice. "It can be stressful meeting new people," my masseuse explains. "Especially with how close we are."
"My sister's magic hands will make you better in no time," Courtney chimes as she strokes my thigh.
"Don't sell yourself short, sis. Your hands are pretty magical, too." They both work deeper into my muscles. "Relax. Let us care for you."
I close my eyes and inhale. Ice melts in my mouth. The sweat on my neck dries. Somehow I become lighter like I've fallen asleep and am drifting above the reunion. A feeling of comfort cocoons me, and it grows tighter until I rock on the threshold between snug and claustrophobic.
My eyes open slowly, and Courtney's head is in my lap, jerking my cock down her throat. Harmony turns my face into her large drooping breasts and cradles me to them. Instinctually, I part my lips and swipe my tongue along her nipple. "There you go," she says. "Suckle on your new Auntie."
Courtney slurps faster and fondles my balls. It encourages me to suckle harder, drawing a hint of milk from Harmony's teet. "There you go, handsome. Get nice and hydrated." She squeezes her breast, feeding me more of her nectar. "Welcome to the family, sweetie."
"He'll make a great addition," Courtney adds. She pumps me across her tongue and says, "Give Mommy that nice warm load. It's OK, Scott. It'll help you relax."
I wonder if I entered some secret fantasy dimension, but the warm milk dripping down my throat seems real. I tense up and groan against Harmony's breasts. She pets me, "There you go, baby. Feed Mommy that cum."
My eyes clench, and I fire off in Courtney's mouth as she jerks me. "Don't swallow," I hear. "Give me some of that." Next, I hear someone gargle and lips smacking together. I peer up beneath Harmony's bosom, admiring the two women kissing and sharing my seed, letting it spill onto their breasts. "Mmmm," one of them says, "All-natural sunscreen."
Harmony and Courtney bookend me as we rejoin the party. I trip, and Allison's mother laughs, "My blow job skills have that effect on men."
"How do you know it's not my milk?" her sister teases.