"3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!" The cacophony of cheers and joy overwhelms my family as they shout. Hugs all round as some of the more drunk men and women get on top of the different surfaces and start bouncing around to the blaring music. I look around but I'm surrounded by the various family members, all looking to say the word, "Happy New Year," to me.
This is usually when everyone makes their New year's resolutions, something that I expect is a huge part of why the New Year is so exciting. It's a chance to start again; A chance to renew one's convictions even though the previous year was only a couple minutes ago.
I have a big family and how big is what you may ask. It's so big that I met several relatives at this very celebration and this is the first time so many are actually here. To start off with, my mother has eleven siblings, all of which are older than her. My father has nine siblings and happens to be the eldest in his clan. From mom's side, some of her siblings are so much older that they have kids that are her age. This therefore results in a circumstance where I have nephews and particularly nieces who are my age.
With my father's family, it's more to do with how most of the cousins from there are girls. This imbalance in terms of female presence is heavy when it comes to family reunions but it's also something that has somewhat excited me. I am not blind, the young females in my family are something else, they are all gorgeous beautifully shaped goddesses. Even now a few of them hug me and pass me by. Their gentle touches all make my spine tingle and most of them without the slightest bit of awareness of how they make me feel.
My new year's resolution is one similar to something from Pokemon, that by the end of the year I will catch them all. I don't care for the judgemental opinions that will be thrown at me or the consequences. I will have my dick in them at some point and it helps that I'm loved by just about all of them. Now I don't plan on taking advantage of them and I certainly don't want to have kids with them. It's more of a mission than a long term goal but the festivities have me feeling hopeful.
Before I get ahead of myself, I need to describe how likely it is that I can do this. I find a quiet corner and sit there comfortably. My name is Morgan Black, I graduated college over a year ago and I turned twenty five in May. I have a cushy little desk job which pays okay, enough that I am able to live on my own but I don't have much. While that doesn't make me the most attractive person, at least financially. I believe I'm okay physically, I had aspirations of becoming a boxer when I was younger.
I frequented the gym to try and perhaps get to the most peak physical condition possible. Unfortunately that dream faded when I failed to make my high school team. That then transitioned into me giving up, but not all my muscles faded. I'm pretty strong and imposing at my height of six feet and two inches (that's one hundred and eighty seven centimetres).
What makes me think that I am physically attractive though are the looks I get from all the girls. I used to be oblivious to this when I was in high school. A timid kid really so I didn't think so many girls were into me. It's my female cousins who just outright say it, not concerned as much about what I'll think. A lot of them use me as a board to bounce their awkward thoughts off. They know I am not the type to tell our respective parents or to berate them for their more crass attitudes and that gives them freedom around me.
They won't ever admit it but I am a favourite of theirs. The other boys in my family have a lot of personal problems and prejudices. Even now, the people who were drunk and dancing on tables were mostly the men of my family. Another thing is how most of them are unemployed or have little concern for basic necessities or basic hygiene at times. Not all of them are that bad but I am the darling boy of the family. A handful of us guys are, and as such the girls gravitate towards us. The more conservative goody two shoes would associate with me out of pure relatability. The more outgoing and risk-taking ones would use me as a way to vouch for their whereabouts.
I am trusted, and I think that has a lot to do with my Mom and Dad. Both my parents are extremely supportive and understanding. They never really made me feel awful when I failed or didn't do as well as expected. I'd say I'm well balanced emotionally, and mentally. I am not perfect, and I am prone to aggressive or angry outbursts. I think it's them who made me the way I am today. The fact my Dad was around to teach me things helps and I'm lucky given how most of my other cousins had their fathers disappear on them.
"Hey," Tia says before sitting next to me.
It's good that she's here because of our history and also because she's stunning.
"What you up to?"
I ponder for a few seconds. Tia's mother and mine are twins, and while I have my mom's brown skin. Tia was born with a mix of her parent's tone. In terms of looks, she's definitely closer to her father's side of the family. Her fair skin is accentuated by a flawlessness brought about by her perfectionist mentally. Tia is a walking talking diva, and it's surprising she's not yet a model. It's not wrong to say she gets whatever she wants from most of the people here. If not kindly then through explosive tantrums, particularly to her mother.
Our mothers alongside being twins are also best friends, and basically shared everything growing up. So much so they almost got married on the same day. So synchronised are their lives that me and Tia are a year apart. Although I'm the only child, Tia is her mother's second born. We're only separated by a few months, with Tia being born in September of the same year as me.
"Do you think we'll discuss what happened between us when we were home alone?" I ask her.
Tia rolls her eyes, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"I'm sure you do, given you initiated it," I say. I keep my focus on her. My eyes wander to her tight black slacks. Tia also wore a white cropped top, meaning I could see her exposed flat tummy. She always had big breasts, not something atypical for my family. They jutt out against the white top and she's decided not to wear a bra for this event. It is a warm night, or maybe that is the environment we're in.
"Yes you do, I remember the many times it happened. I barely knew what I was doing and that didn't really stop you."
"Uchk," Tia says in disgust, "I'm done talking to you, since you're being weird."
Tia gets up and leaves with her nose held high. I watch her cute tight butt strut towards the group of family members dancing. We come in all shapes and sizes which is notable due to the bright lights shining on them. The aunts and uncles arguing in the corner. The small little infants running around and chasing each other. Even though the conversation with Tia went a bit south, I do enjoy watching my family being themselves. The women being my favourite part, and they were all there since they were a close knit group themselves. Some links of that group were stronger than others. The weakest was probably the sisterly relationship Tia (Tianna) had with Kianna.
When did it really change? I think to myself. I lean back against my chair and look up at the sky. I close my eyes and reminisce about all those years ago.
Six years ago
"But Mom, you can't be serious," Tia yelled, even then she still liked tight fitting clothes. She wore pyjamas or in that case. A short and a sports bra. Her big breasts had matured as well and we're the most notable thing about her body other than her tight butt.
"Yes I am, you need to behave yourself. I can't have you running around being a nuisance when I'm in the City."
Tia's Mom, Carah, had no interest in taking Tia with her. It was summer vacation and we'd decided to vacation far from our small little town in the big city where most of my family lived. Mom's closeness with Tia's mom meant we almost always spent some nights here. In their house and so I was used to Tia's loud outbursts. No one wanted to get on Tia's bad side, least of all me. I sat there munching my cereal as they kept going back and forth.
"You can't do this!" Tia yelled.
"I can, and I will. Your unpleasant attitude is not something I need right now. I am also not interested in letting you take advantage and return home at some ungodly hour like you usually do," my Aunt responded.
"But you're not being fair, I already told my friends that I'd be there!" she screamed. Only raising her voice as the conversation went on.
"I told you that I'm not taking you and that's final," she kept her resolve.
"Dad would never do something like this!" Tia shot back.
A resounding slap came across her cheek like a flash of lightning which rang so hard that it startled me. The thing was that during this time, my Aunt Carah was in the middle of a messy divorce with the father of Tia and her older sister -- Kianna. I didn't know that at the time which was why the slap was so surprising. I never got the details of why they divorced but I knew that something was up since I'd not seen him at their house in years. I didn't live around them, so I only ever got to visit on summer vacation.
"Don't you dare disrespect me by saying that, you understand me!?" her mother told her.
Tia only responded by caressing her swollen cheek. Her contrasting fair white skin was red from the hit. Her watery eyes telling me that she'd checked out of the conversation, she turned and marched to her room. Slamming the door and loudly locking it so that everyone could hear. That was the most eventful the morning had been really. My mom and Kianna had been doing the dishes throughout all this, trying to stay out of it as well.
I took note of how hot and sexy Kianna was at the time. This was the first time I'd noticed it, my horny eighteen year old mind stuck on how cute she looked in her booty shorts. Her ass was rounder and slightly bigger than her younger sister with her body having more regular sized breasts. The big draw was that she had brown skin just like the rest of us, although just a few shades lighter which made her a unique trailblazer. Kianna was several years older than me, so she only saw me as a little brother.
"Will you be okay?" She asked, packed up and ready to live with my mom and Aunt.
