I was laying on my bed with headphones on, listening a local hockey game when I felt my pocket vibrate. I grabbed my phone and my cousin Jenny was eager to speak with me.
"Hey Mikey, long time no talk. What's up?"
"Hi Jennie," I replied, "nothing much really. Just trying to find a job. How about you, all good?"
She was right. We hadn't talked for a while. It was actually almost two years, since we had seen or spoke. In any other time I would've been happy to answer her call, but now I knew why she was calling. I heard what she was saying to me, but didn't really listen. She tried to hide her true purpose, but eventually she had to ask.
"Soooo... are you coming to games this year?"
The games. The annual family summer games weekend. Where a lot of family members and their families gather together for a weekend of different games and competitions, good food and a lot of alcohol. And the latter usually means a lot of drama as well. Which I'm not by in any means interested seeing or hearing. I've had my own personal drama just a month ago when I broke up from my long term girlfriend. And it was quite a messy break-up, if I may say. We lived in her house, so when the time came, there was not much I could do but to gather my things and vanish. When I told my parents the news, my dad told me that if I can share my old room with Boris, I could stay at their place until I found a job and a place of my own. And the offer was more than welcomed. Boris is their seven year old Shetland sheepdog, and I get along with him great. Fun dog to play with. So here I was, in my old room at my parents place, giving my cousin the same answer, which I had given to everyone else who had been asking the same.
"I really can't say one way or the other yet. Still thinking, but I'm leaning more to skipping the whole thing, again."
I could hear her dissappointed sigh. She wasn't happy with my answer.
"Come on Mike. Every year the same nonsense. Why can't you just accept that its going to be fun? You remember what fun is, don't you?"
"Ha ha," I replied. "Very funny. See, I still know what fun is. But seriously, I just don't find it too funny to watch drunken idiots telling the same boring stories, year after year. I've had my fair share of those years back, when I had no chance but to go.
Maybe that came out a bit blunt, but that's just my style. I say what I think before I think the consequences. And yeah, it doesn't always help my case, but what the hell. It's just how I take care of things. And what I said to Jenny, it was all true. At first it starts as a fun event with competitions and games. Then the dinner. And by the time the youngest participants have gone to sleep, most of the adults were already so wasted that it was pure luck if they managed to stand more than a minute longer at a time. And you can guess when a lot of couples get wasted, the family drama can't be avoided. And because my choice of intoxication is not welcomed at those gatherings, I would be basically the only adult sober. And with my very low tolerance for drunker behavior, I just didn't see why I should participate.
"Don't be such a jerk Mike. They are not idiots, they are family. Your family to be more precise. And..." She took a short pause.
"...I think mom just came home. You wan't to talk with her?"
Without even waiting my answer she was shouting for her mother to come to the phone. I heard aunt Marys voice from background and my heart started beating much more rapidly. I just instinctively gulped when I thought about aunt Mary. What a package. Now in her early forties, if my memory is correct, she is one hot cougar. Her almost six-four tall, slim but curvaceous body turns almost any mans head around when she walks by. And she loves the attention she gets. Just like her daughter, I haven't seen her or spoke with her since the last time I got myself to be talked to join the others, and afterwards telling myself that never again. I was deep in my own thoughts when Marys voice woke me up.
"Hello handsome. Is my favorite nephew again trying to wriggle out from our games?"
"Uhh, h-hey Mary," I stuttered, "how've you been?"
When I heard her soft giggles to my stutters, my face got an instant color change and my so far flaccid member got its call to attention. Since our last meeting, more than once or twice I have jerked myself off with aunt Mary in my mind. I know I shouldn't do that, but what can I say? She's a hot MILF, and she turns me on. When we last saw each other, I remember I was sitting on the houses front stairs, just trying to avoid all the fuss and drama when aunt Mary stumbled with her heels on the soft ground. And before soon she was on her all fours in front of me, facing straight to my groin. One thing lead to another and without much invitations, I found her sitting sideways on my lap, her hands around my neck and whispering her drunken flirts in my ear. Her husband had left her couple years before and I took it as an act of a lonely and horny woman, whose inhibitions were lowered by the alcohol. I shooshed her away eventually and she went to sleep soon. So no harm done, right?
"Woo-hoo... You still there Mikey?" I was totally in my own thoughts when she called me back to earth.
"Um yeah, still here. Sorry, did you say something?" I had to concentrate.
"Yes I did," she chuckled. "I said you didn't answer to my question. Do we really need to drive there first and drag you with us? I will drive the miles for it..." I couldn't really tell if she was serious or not.
"You know I don't feel myself comfortable at those events. And besides, after what happened last time, it's just too risky, for every ones sake."
We both knew I didn't mean her flirts to me when I referred to our last get-together. Unlike me, my now ex-girlfriend Susan, she got her fair share of the booze, and wasn't that subtle with her flirts with my cousins and other guys. And late at Saturday night, whoever was still awake gathered around the grill to sit and chat. On a long bench, Susan sat in between me and my cousin Sam. My attention was fully in a conversation with my grandfather while Susan mumbled something with Sam. After a while, I turned my head to ask Susan if she needed anything, when I saw Sams hand on Susans thigh, caressing it slowly, while whispering something to her ear. And Susan was blushing. I turned back to grandfather and told him I had to excuse myself and Sam for awhile, don't bother to follow. Sam is considerably smaller than me, so it wasn't much of a task to drag his sorry ass to a little walk along the road. Let's just say he wasn't comfortable wearing a tie for couple days... I think that night started the slide with my ex and me.
