That summer road trip was something I'll always remember. I got to know my sister again, and really liked her husband Greg. It was a bit of a shock when I realized that he would not only be my brother-in-law but, when I married Jeremy, my uncle-in-law as well. Well, relationships like that didn't seem to be really important in their family. We were all just fuck-buddies to each other.
In particular, I remember one night when we were at a nudist campground. The day was warm, but there was enough of a chill to have a fire. While we watched the flames flicker, they told me about an "oil orgy" the family had a couple of years back. It sounded too incredible to be true, but Stacie said it was something beyond sex, beyond love, beyond just tactile sensation, but it was a blend of all of those. "I've never felt so much like a woman, before or since," she said.
"It really sounds like something I'd like to try," I said. Stacie looked at Jeremy, who grinned back. That should have been my first clue.
When we got back from that two-month trip in mid-August, we were more than just four travelers. We'd bonded as a love quadrangle as well. My sister and I shared our guys equally, and even found time to do some lesbian love-making while the guys were fucking each other in the other bed in the camper. I'd never felt closer to her, I was delighted to be a friend-with-benefits to her husband, and I was deeply, deeply in love with Jeremy.
We'd planned to get married as soon as we got home. Jeremy's parents would plan the whole thing, and host it at their house. No churches for us! We wanted to do it in the nude, and have the whole family be naked as well.
Linda and Gary weren't the only ones there. Gary's sister Dee was there, along with her "plus one," a nineteen-year old boy named Rafael, who was her nephew. Dee was the one that had taken Jeremy's cherry, and it turned out that she'd taken Rafe's as well. So he was well trained in the arts of sex by the time he met us, or so she claimed.
Dee had the same Asian traits that Gary and his kids did, with her eye-folds, straight black hair, and dark eyes. Although she was in her forties, she was still slim, and could have passed for somebody in her twenties except for the slight sag in her breasts. She had a broad, toothy smile and a way of making you feel at home right away.
"So you're Julie!" she said as she hugged me. "I'm so glad to meet you! Jeremy is very special to me, you know, and I'm so happy that he's found a wonderful girl like you!"
And then Rafael hugged me. He was obviously aware of our sexual activity, because he already had a boner, short but thick, that he pressed against my cunt as we hugged. He was a Latino, short and stocky, with curly brown hair on his head, chest, and crotch, and a mustache to match. He had soulful brown eyes and strong hands, which rested lightly on my hips as we hugged. "I'm pleased to meet you, Rafael," I said.
"And I am glad to meet you," he said. "You are so beautiful! Are you Latina? Your dark hair and eyes and skin..."
"No, Italian! But I get that a lot!"
Well, it was pretty clear how the assignations would go. I asked Rafael to sleep with me, and Dee chose Jeremy. Linda picked her brother Greg, and Stacie tapped Gary.
Rafael turned out to be a pussycat in bed. He'd just broken away from his family, who turned out to be sexual prudes who wanted nothing to do with the rest of the family. So he went to live with his aunt, who not only gave him food and shelter but his first lessons in fucking. He was easy to guide, and willing to learn anything I could teach him... which wasn't much, since Dee had been pretty thorough. In particular, she cautioned him to be careful when he put his thick cock into a woman's vagina, so he wouldn't cause pain. He made sure I was plenty stretched out from finger-fucking first, and I was grateful for that.
When he finally penetrated me with his cock, he was so careful to make me comfortable that I had to coax him to be a little rougher. And he came fast, as if he hadn't yet had much practice with edging. But that was fine with me. He did stay hard long enough for me to show him the butt-grabbing technique that Jeremy had taught me, to set the tempo and direct his cock to the various parts of my vagina that I wanted more pressure on.
We all then took a break for dinner, which was soup, roast beef, baked potatoes and a salad, all prepared beforehand. We showed pictures and videos of our trip on the television, including a few we'd shot of each other fucking. It got us pretty aroused, so we paired off again for our final fucks of the day. I chose Gary, soon to be my father-in-law, and gave him the best fuck I could. He was the best cocksman I'd ever met, and I was always a little nervous that I couldn't meet his standard, but he always put me at ease. He'd do silly things like lick my ear and make me laugh as he pounded me. I could see where Jeremy's playfulness came from. And, boy, could he make it last! No matter how long it took me to achieve a climax, he would be hard the whole time, and cum at the same time I did. The fact that his cock was a little smaller than Greg's didn't make any difference at all.
The next morning was the day of the wedding. Six more relatives arrived and were introduced to me. It was supposed to be eight more; Linda's parents, who lived in Florida, were also invited, but they couldn't come. (Lars had come down with something, and didn't want to give it to the rest of us.) But Jeremy's sister Diane was there with her husband Barry. It was plain to see that Diane was pregnant, not only from the baby bump but from her glow. "When's it due?" I asked as we hugged.
"November. Maybe around the sixth. And it's a boy."
Then Barry hugged me. He was a lean, thin man with glasses and a professorial air. Only twenty-five and already balding, but his black chest and crotch hair was profuse. And his cock was a monster, eight inches long flaccid and God knows how long when hard. It hung down almost halfway to his knee. Interesting!
And not long after that, Linda and Greg's sister Lori, with two sons and a daughter in tow. I recognized the girl instantly. "You're Rosie!" I cried. "You were on the swim team at that other college that visited us. We competed last fall, remember? You came in second, and I came in third?"
