Author's note: All characters in this work are 18 years old or older and no sex acts or sexual situations include any characters under the age of 18.
Family Reunion
I was one of those fortunate kids born into a large family; not just my main family, four brothers and sisters, but also a much larger extended family with five aunts and uncles on my mom's side and the plethora of cousins that brings along. As a young boy our frequent trips to my grandfather's house or lake place were never boring with at least one of the cousins always seeming to be around to play with. As I grew a tad older, I found that I had a much closer friendship with some of my cousins than others. Jenny, who preferred to be called Jen after she turned six, seemed to be my favorite cousin by far.
By age eight, my dad got transferred to a new job several hours from the town that I had grown up in at that point. The move took us several hours from the base of our extended family. I didn't know it at the time, but the same seemed to be happening to many of my aunts and uncles. My grandfather instituted what was becoming popularly known as a family reunion. Yes, back in the late sixties, family reunions were actually a new thing. Once a year the whole dang family would converge on a single location to catch up and keep the close knit family bond strong. It's kind of unfortunate that the tradition is fading away, along with those close family bonds.
We still saw a lot of family at other times of year. We almost never missed getting together with some of my cousins for a New Year's celebration, not to mention Christmas and Thanksgiving. But the highlight of any of my visits was the time I spent with Jen. Yeah, by then I was in that phase that girls had cooties, but Jen was different. She was actually fun to be around.
As the years marched on and my father got transferred farther and farther from "home", we saw family less and less frequently. Eventually we were far enough away that three or four times a year was the norm. The annual Fourth of July reunion was of course one of them. By the time I was in high school, the family had grown so large that it was impossible for the cottage to hold everyone, or even close. At reunion time, the yard became filled with tents and campers to house all the kids, grandkids and now great-grandkids. A few attempts were made to hold it elsewhere, but in the end, we all still preferred the cramped and comfortable location at the lake.
Of course as a high school student, girls no longer had cooties, and Jen was always interested to hear how my "dating" life was going. We'd sit on the dock fishing for perch and bullheads for hours each year, just chatting and catching up on everything that had gone on since our last meeting. I guess it was a bit unusual, but as family goes, Jen was by far the closest to me; not that there weren't other cousins I liked or liked me. Cindy, nearly a year younger than Jen and myself, seemed to ALWAYS want to hang around wherever I was. And though she was bored easily by fishing, she would always volunteer to go in the boat fishing with me if there was an open seat. Cindy wasn't a bad looker, but to be honest, it made me a bit uncomfortable with how close she always wanted to be and when possible, how much skin she made sure I could see. Sitting next to, for her, seemed to mean sitting with her hip against mine.
Don't get me wrong, I liked her well enough, and well, as any high school boy with lots of hormones, her curves and large breasts were definitely something I enjoyed seeing, almost as much as she seemed to enjoy showing them off to me. I mean she was my cousin after all, so bare breasts weren't something you did, but she seemed to always have on the skimpiest bikini or shortest shorts and mini-skirts she could get away with. Jen kept kidding me about Cindy wanting to get into my shorts, a thought that was somewhat attractive given her looks, and unattractive because of our family status and age.
My girlfriend and I turned eighteen only a few weeks before our next reunion, but i couldn't convince her to come along with the family to the reunion. Cindy's attentions were thankfully slightly less forward that year, now that she had a full time boyfriend. That didn't stop her from grabbing me under the water through my trunks and coming down to the dock while I was fishing, wearing a miniskirt with no panties, a fact that she made sure I noticed immediately. If I hadn't had a steady girlfriend of my own, I might have been tempted to enjoy her attentions a bit more, but even in the late seventies having sex with your cousin wasn't cool.
Jen of course teased me relentlessly about Cindy's attentions, teasing me in jest similarly. She came down later that same day in a mini-skirt, and bent over to pick something off the dock, exposing her panties to me. She looked around behind herself towards me and pulled the waistband of her panties down over her firm, round butt part way, mooning me and giggling that maybe she should just keep pulling them down. At that particular moment I wouldn't have objected, and after that, I had a heightened appreciation for her form and shape.
Small bikinis were all the rage with the girls, and I had to admit to enjoying the yellow bikini Jen wore most of the three days we were there. Her breasts weren't as big as Cindy's, but they more than filled out the tiny triangles held in place by only a few tiny strings. I wondered if she noticed that I had a woody almost every time she was around me.
Of course college changes everything. For me it meant that my steady girlfriend was anything but. Having gone to a different college, she suddenly decided that there were more guys to play with than me. Not that we'd done a lot in that respect, but I had enjoyed the many intimate activities we had shared before we split. My time at school was jam packed. Between working on classes and trying to make enough money to stay in school, I had a pretty full schedule, one that didn't leave a lot of time for dating. My favorite free time activity was fishing. It always had been, but one older gentleman I had been doing yard work for recognized my love for it and gave me an old twelve foot aluminum car top boat and its associated 3 horsepower Sears and Roebuck engine that hadn't been started since before I was born. Fortunately, a little sandpaper to the cylinder and a few carefully cut handmade gaskets had the little engine purring like a kitten again.
After classes were over for the semester, I headed home with my boat on the top of my car, and a few weeks later, headed north with my own boat for the first time. Up until now, I was always relegated to borrowing my grandfather's sixteen foot MirroCraft, with a tiller steer thirty-five horse motor. I loved going out, but I wasn't the only one wanting to use it. This year I was going to be able to go fishing when I wanted, where I wanted, well within range of my little motor anyway. I got up there late on Thursday night, planning on staying until Sunday. Four whole days fishing on my favorite waters before I had to return to my summer job.
The yard of the cottage was already pretty full of tents when I got there, but I found room to pitch my little orange two-man pup tent I'd bought for going on fishing trips. I unloaded my boat and carried it down to the water with a little help from my cousin David and had things all set for the next morning before I made my rounds to visit with everyone. My own sister wasn't due in for a couple days and we weren't sure if either of my brothers or my own parents would make it.
The next morning I got up and headed out to fish, spending almost four hours casting along quiet shorelines before a light rain started. It took another half an hour to motor back from the back bays I was fishing, by which time the wind had picked up, pushing me towards home rather than away, thankfully. I pulled my boat up onto the shore with the waves nearly as high as the transom and the rain heavy enough to drown a duck. Even my heavy rainsuit had been unsuccessful at keeping all the water out. I crawled into my tent, grabbed some dry clothes, and made my way to the cottage to shuck the rainsuit and dry off. I was surprised at how full the cottage was with many more of my cousins having arrived while I was out. I ditched my rainsuit and headed to the bathroom to change into dry clothes. I closed the door of the bathroom and started stripping down, standing in just my soggy briefs when the bathroom door opened and Cindy slipped in, closing the door quickly behind herself.
"Hey Scott! Good to see you again!" she said with a big grin, stepping over to me and wrapping her arms around me to give me a big hug.
"Hi Cindy," I said somewhat uncomfortably as she pressed her chest against mine, her tie-dye mini-skirt sundress soaking up the water on my chest and from my wet underwear. "I was changing in here you know."
"Uh huh. But I really just had to go pee," she said releasing me and stepping back. "You don't mind, do you?"
"Really?" I asked incredulously as she stepped around me towards the toilet.
"It's okay, you can go ahead and keep changing," she said as she reached under her skirt and pulled a pair of small yellow panties down to her knees. She pulled the hem of the dress up to her waist and sat down on the toilet, wiggling her legs to let her panties fall to her ankles and then spreading her knees apart so I could see her blonde bush and exposed pussy.
"God Cindy!" I exclaimed quietly, not really wanting anyone outside the door to realize that I wasn't alone in the bathroom.
"It's okay. I don't mind if you don't," she said with a grin, reaching out to the waistband of my briefs, hooking one finger into them, and tugging quickly on them. "I mean it's not like they're hiding all that much anyway," she said as she tugged down far enough to expose the head of my quickly hardening cock before I could grab her hand and pull it away. "Awwwww you're not going to be a spoil sport, are you?"
"What, you just expect me to strip here in front of you?" I asked a bit incredulously.
"Sure, why not. I mean you're seeing all of my pussy, right?" she asked a bit coyly, spreading her knees a bit farther apart and sliding her ass forward until her pussy was hanging over the edge of the toilet seat, fully exposed to me now. She reached down between her legs with one hand and gently stroked her protruding lips and teasingly spread them slightly with one finger.
