Family Reunion 22

Family reunions are something that I have never looked forward to. We have them once every other year, and my older cousins are now at the point where they get to pick and choose which reunions they come to. My older brother, Greg, has decided to come this year because he, and our cousin Seth, used to be best friends, but have not seen each other in like five years. They decided that it would be easier to catch up this way, although I am sure they have no intentions of fully participating in all of the reunion. I am the second youngest of all the first cousins, the others my age are my cousins' kids and my sisters' kids. I am actually closer in age to the kids of my cousins. Maybe that's why I don't like family reunions, I don't know where I belong.

Our family reunions always have some kind of theme that goes along with location; last time was "Family Fiesta" and was in Cancun. I find them stupid, cliché, and never being as fun as I remember them being as a child. This year, the theme is "Catching Fireflies" because we will be camping. There will be cabins, open shelters, RVs, tents and hammocks. On average, there are about 35 participating family members each year. However, this year, I think we are closer to 50. Hopefully, this means that I can easily disappear into the woods without anyone really noticing.

We pull up to the camp site that our family has rented. It is essentially the entire east side of this small lake. Two of my uncles are obviously already here, as their RVs are set up, with their flat screens set up outside with the awning shading them so they won't have to worry about glares. I have my hammock for some relaxing and sleeping in, but I think it may be nice to be in one of the cabins now and then. There are five family-size cabins and five two bedroom cabins. I get out of the car and place my stuff on a bed in one of the smaller cabins. I don't know who, if anyone will be in the other room, but I don't really care.

I go ahead and change into my yellow bikini and put just jean shorts and a loose tank over it. I grab a towel, sunblock, sunglasses and a water bottle, ready to catch as much sun as I can. As I leave the cabin, I quickly grab my hammock as I realize more of the family has invaded the area. I quickly make my way toward the lake, hoping against hope I will not be stopped along the way. I love my family, but after this school year, I'm looking forward to some serious relaxing. I try to keep my head down and avoid eye contact walking quickly to the tree line near the lake.

Umph

. So focused on one path, I bump into somebody focused on their own. I look up at a face that seems distantly familiar. I stare at his lightly bearded face wondering if someone brought a friend or significant other that I just haven't met yet. He is also staring at me as if he too sees someone strangely familiar. He's definitely older, closer to Greg's age. Maybe one of the husbands of my cousins.

"Seth!" Greg grabs my crash partner's hand and takes him into one of those manly chest bump embraces. Oh, Seth! Of course, I see it now. The beard makes him appear older and more refined. It's a good look, a really good look. "Long time no see man." Greg continues, not even noticing me standing there. I try to shake the thoughts I was having about Seth from my mind. Odd, I've never noticed a family member's attractiveness before. The guys laugh and catch up a little about where they each are in life now. Greg gushes about Amy, his fiancé, and Seth nods along while casting eyes at me now and then. I'm trying to read his expression, but he masks it too well before turning his attention from me each time.

I smile and clear my throat. "Uh, so sorry to interrupt," I say sarcastically, "but I didn't get to say hello to long lost cousin Seth." Greg rolls his eyes as I step between him and Seth, who laughs lightly and briefly hugs me. His hand drags lightly down my back as he lets go right at the top of my ass, which sends goosebumps back up to my neck. It happens quickly enough that no one would have noticed, but it puts me on edge enough to take a big step back. He gives me a quick once over before returning his attention to Greg.

"Little sister, ever the attention-seeker." Greg teases me as usual, and Seth laughs along. I cross my arms and pout at them both.

"I'm not an attention-seeker," my tone coming off whinier than I intend. "It's a family reunion, I'm as allowed to say hello to Seth as you are." I uncross my arms, hating how petulant I'm sounding. I can feel the blush warming my cheeks from how I'm embarrassing myself.

"Of course you can," Greg ruffles my head with a chuckle before nodding toward the coolers. "Let's go get a beer," Seth nods, a smirk quirking up the corner of his mouth. I force myself to look away because I was staring a little too long at his mouth.

The guys begin to walk away and continue to catch up, with Seth looking back one last time as I continue making my way toward the lake. I have seen looks like that before, but I don't know that I can believe that that is how Seth feels. Not only is there over a decade between us, nearly two, but there is also the fact that we are

family

. Therefore, the dragging hand, the once over, the lustful look, they must all be in my head. But, if they are all in my head, then something must be wrong with me.

I get to the lake and am suddenly overwhelmed by all of the young kids running around in swimsuits and floaties, wielding water guns and pool noodles, with sunblock sheen glistening on their tiny bodies. I just laugh to myself as I high-five random children and get splashes of water shot at me from the plastic weapons. I wade through a school of young first cousins once removed, nieces and nephews making my way toward their parents.

There are coolers out filled with beer, coke, liquor, juice and water. We are a deep southern family, so day drinking is a normal part of our culture. I pick up a coke and some whiskey and pour the liquids into my water bottle, and then put the bottles back in the overstocked ice chests. I take a sip of the red-amber mix of liquids, savoring the sweetness, appreciating the coolness, and momentarily straining at the slight burn as the drink goes down.

I catch up with some aunts and uncles, cousins and second cousins, and one of my brothers-in-law. There is a lot of the standard chit-chat: how is school? What year are you now? Are you thinking about college? What major are you leaning toward? I majored in this, have you ever considered it? Any boyfriends? Why not? Are you interested in meeting someone because I know a young man who would be perfect for you? How old are you now anyway? Eighteen, wow, I bet you're a real heartbreaker!

After what feels like forever, I finally break away to a secluded spot of the lake, where I will only be seen if I go in the water. I know this spot from the last time we had a family reunion here. I set up my hammock in the trees, and I begin to take off my tank top. I grab the sunblock, but before I can even open it, I hear a throat clear.

"Need some help with that?" I turn and see Seth leaning against a tree smirking at me. Part of me is flattered that he is clearly watching me, but there is another part that is wary and uncomfortable. Either way, I know there are parts of me that I just cannot reach well, and while I don't mind some color, a sunburn would be unbearable, especially with it being the beginning of this trip.

I hold out the sunscreen to him as I answer, "That would be very nice. Thank you." I keep my tone formal as I am still confused by our interaction from earlier. Confused from my own inappropriate thoughts about him.

"It would be my pleasure." His tone is formal with some darker undertones that I cannot quite pinpoint. He stands in front of me while he squirts a small dollop of the white cream into his hands. I look up at him and feel something stir inside of me. I shouldn't feel this way, it's wrong. Clearing my mind, I turn around and throw my hair up into a quick ponytail; I feel his hands touch my skin and begin to rub the sunscreen onto my shoulders and neck. Seth's hands massage my muscles as they slowly make their way down my back. He gets to the waistband of my jean shorts and asks quietly, "Are you keeping these on?" The sensation of his breath on my neck with each word sends chills across my skin. I wonder if he can tell.

"No." I answer, my voice hoarse and quiet. I blush and clear my throat.

He slides his hands around to the button and asks softly, "Would you like help in removing them?" My hands automatically go to his and rest there. I can sense his body so close to mine, nearly pressed against me. Something about all of this seems so hypnotizing, but some annoying ping in my brain reminds me that this shouldn't happen. Removing his hands, I step away from him, putting necessary distance between us. Turning slowly, I notice his eyes pointedly on mine, his expression guarded.

"I, uh, I can do it." My hands seem to be quivering uncontrollably as I place my hands where his just were. I undo the button of my shorts and then my zipper slowly, the sound of it blaring like an alarm that we both ignore. We stare each other directly in the eye, and, for some reason, I am unable to look away. I shake my hips back and forth as I slide the shorts over my hips, then the round cheeks of my butt and then down my toned legs. I watch as he watches intently, no longer feeling that the sexual undertones are just in my imagination. Why does it make my pussy flutter?

Seth steps toward me and offers, "Would you like me to finish?" He holds up the sunscreen, no longer smirking. His eyes piercing mine as if daring me beyond this offer. I bite my lip as I am unsure how to answer. Something about this small action drives an animalistic look to completely cover his face, and I am both scared and curious to see exactly what that look could lead to.

Taking a small step back, I extend and point one of my legs out in front of me, giving him silent permission to continue. His face continues that primal intensity as his eyes trail down my leg. Seth kneels down slowly in front of me, removing my sandal, then slowly applies sunscreen from my foot, up my leg to my thigh, spending extra time on the inner thigh close to my crotch. I have to force my eyes from fluttering closed, not wanting to miss a moment of what's happening. He slides his hands slowly back down my leg, setting my foot down gently so I can change my stance. Then he repeats the same process on the other leg. I never thought having sunscreen applied could be so arousing.

Seth stands slowly in front of me, and his fingers graze my pussy in a way that could have easily been accidental. His knuckle presses firmly into the top of my slit through my bikini bottoms, definitely not accidental. He squeezes more sunblock into his hands and then slides them across my tight stomach, moving himself closer in the process. He moves up and around my chest to my sternum, and then to the soft bits of flesh of my tits that don't fit into the bikini top. My breathing becomes erratic, pressing my chest more into his hands. His hands stop and rest there for a moment, as if suddenly realizing who he has his hands on. As if, suddenly, he knows how taboo this is.

We stand there, frozen in this moment, each seeing who will break us from this spell first. Each seeing which of us might dare take this further. I'm quivering from how turned on I am, and I don't want it to stop. I don't know why I find this so hot, his hands still on me, igniting my flesh. I have never been this turned on, never really had an orgasm, and never had sex. I've done hand stuff and oral, but those guys never seemed to know what they were doing. I have a feeling Seth does.

I push my shoulders back just slightly, pushing my tits more into his hands, and his face lights up for a moment as he squeezes. It's the green light he seemed to need, no longer holding himself back. He begins fondling my breasts, taking my nipples between his fingers, through the material of my bikini. My mouth drops open slightly and my brow furrows as I begin to feel the desire in me build. I squeeze my thighs together as his strong hands knead and pinch more and more in their circular massaging movements. We don't move any closer to each other or touch each other in any other way. His hands seem to know exactly where and how to touch me to ignite me further, take me closer to the edge. I practically collapse from the continued build without any full release, my legs shaking. I cannot take it anymore, and I reach out a hand toward his pants. My hand barely pressing against his bulge when we hear someone calling for Seth.

We freeze, listening intently. Both of our hands touching places we shouldn't be. Neither one of us removing them.

"Hey man, where you at? We need you on the grill!" He looks at me with disappointment and longing as his hands stop moving and simply rest on my breasts. I move my hands so they're grasping the hem of his shirt as I laugh and shake my head.

"Seems right that it would be Greg breaking up the fun." I look down as I say without really meaning, "Probably for the best." I peek back up at Seth from under my lashes. The light I saw before seems to darken, and he pulls his hands away.

"I should go." He says as he breaks eye contact. Biting my lip, I find myself wanting to have that moment back. He begins to walk toward where Greg's voice is still coming from, but something in me pushes me toward him.

I grab his wrist and pull our bodies together, kissing him swiftly and intensely. He returns the kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth briefly and then out again. My hands in the back pockets of his pants, grabbing his ass. Soft sounds getting lost in each other's mouths as he pulls my hips against his.

I pull my mouth away from his and whisper in his ear, "Meet me for a dip in the hot tub at midnight." I gaze intently into his eyes, which are staring back at me no longer with disappointment, but with a smile lifting them.

"You're on." He says and then disappears toward Greg. I fall against a tree for a moment, allowing my head to catch up to what just happened. I move slowly toward my stuff, and chug half of my alcohol-filled water bottle. My body is on fire still, so I make a run for the lake and dive in. If I have to hold off until midnight, I am going to have to work off some of this energy and distract myself.

I swim laps toward the middle of the lake and back a few times, and then get out and lie in the heat of the sun, despite its ever-growing proximity to the horizon. I think about Seth's hands on me as I finish drinking the contents of my water bottle, realizing the laps only served as a momentary distraction. I can still taste his tongue in my mouth, and I slide my hands down my wet body. I press one hand against my breast, while the other teases my pussy through the material of my bikini. Sounds of the family sound faded with no splashing, so it is safe to say they are all probably surrounding the main picnic spot. With this knowledge, I realize I might have some time to try and take care of myself. I slide my hand under my bikini bottom and really begin to tease myself. I have never really touched myself like this before, but thoughts of me and Seth have my libido out of control.

"Dinner is almost ready." A little yelp escapes me as I jump out of my skin and quickly stand to face whoever has caught this embarrassing moment. Luckily, I think, it's Seth.

"S-sorry." I move toward my stuff, grabbing my towel to dry off.

"Let me help you." He takes the towel from me and lightly pats my shoulders and chest with it. "You know, I was watching you for a little while. I think it may have been unfair of me to not let you finish." He begins to move the towel down my legs and when his hands come back up, he presses the knuckle of his index finger against the slit of my pussy. Looking at it while rubbing his knuckle deeply back and forth, he suggests, "Maybe this is one wet spot we should make wetter." He begins using a second finger and moves them faster. "I know we are meeting tonight," he moves my bikini aside, "but I just couldn't wait to touch this." He teases my little swollen clit, and I gasp loudly. "Shh, stay quiet. This has to be quick so we can get back to the rest of the family." He slides a finger inside of me slowly and sucks in air between his teeth. "Damn, you're so fucking tight."

I blush and look away as I apologize. "I know, I'm sorry. I haven't exactly had sex." His fingers stop abruptly.

"What?" He begins to pull his fingers out, but I grab his hand to stop him.

"I don't want to stop though." I look at him staring in disbelief at me. My face is begging, I know. His gaze seems uncertain, as if weighing a huge decision. But then he smiles and begins pumping a singular finger in and out of me. He bends a knee as he moves his face close to my cunt.

Looking up at me, his breaths fanning my slit, he says, "We can fix the virgin thing tonight. At least tell me you have had an orgasm." I simply shake my head and bite my lip. "Well fuck!" Seth exclaims as he slips a second finger inside me. I moan softly and run my fingers through my hair. "Orgasm before dinner, sex tonight. And lots of fun for the rest of the weekend. It's just sinful that someone as sexy as you has been so deprived." He takes my clit in his mouth and sucks hard. A gasp escapes me as his two fingers continue moving in me as he sucks on my sensitive button.

Seth bites down slightly, and I have to cover my mouth with my hand to keep from crying out. My tiny bundle of nerves is at the mercy of Seth's tongue, lips and teeth. His mouth and fingers move swiftly and skillfully in a way I never imagined could create such a strong reaction. My knees begin to shake, my whole body quivering, and before I know it, I am cumming all over Seth's face and fingers. I am crying out against my own hand so that no one can hear me if they happen to be in nearby woods. My head is thrown back as he wraps his arm around my thighs to steady me, his tongue lapping at my juices as he continues slowly pumping and curling his fingers.

Seth grins salaciously as he stands, his chin glistening with my arousal. I don't know why I find that sexy when I always thought that would gross me out. Before I can think too much about it, his other arm pulls my body to his. He presses me against a tree with his body, his fingers not yet having let up. My cunt muscles clasping tightly around his teasing fingers. He takes one of my hands away from my mouth and places it on his growing cock. "You did this." I begin to move my hand on my own on his shaft.

"Then let me fix it." I say hoarsely. Shaking his head, Seth slowly removes his fingers from me. He moves to grab my shorts and tank, presenting them to me as I give a small pout.

"There will be plenty of time for that. Right now, there is no time." Sighing, I resign to this outcome, unable to argue with that statement. He waits for me to get dressed, and as my brain slowly becomes unmuddled, a great idea crosses my mind. I start walking toward the main picnic area, getting a little ahead. I can hear our boisterous family as I move with determination, with Seth quickly catching up and falling into my pace.

We reach the outskirts, and I see that people have already started serving themselves. I whisper to Seth, "Sit by me." I wink at him and walk toward the food. I sway my hips softly as I walk, but I check carefully over my shoulder to make sure Seth is watching. He looks around, and then at my ass, and then around again, and then at my ass again. I smile to myself as I fix a plate of food and make small talk with one of my nieces who is only a few years younger than me. I sit down at a table that only has one of my uncles and someone that is a wife of one of my cousins. Seth slides in next to me, and we make very brief sidelong glances at each other. We enter into conversation with the other people at the table. Greg and one of our sisters, Hannah, sit across from Seth and me, just as I am about to start. My breath catches and I momentarily get nervous, but I talk myself into it, after all, Seth just gave me the most uh-mazing feeling of my life.