Chapter 1 - Family Traditions
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If there is one thing my family's big on, it's traditions. That applies to both my mom and dad's side although my dad's family is a lot bigger. As a rule, we all get together at least three times a year - Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter. As the families have gotten larger this has become more difficult to manage, especially as my cousins married into other families with demands of their own, but as a rule most if not all of us kept making it every year. Usually we met at someone's home, trying to rotate it so no one family got stuck with all the work. This year someone got the bright idea of gathering at a "neutral" location and it was hotly debated as to where, with Pigeon Forge winning out.
Why Pigeon Forge? Heck if I know. Well, I DO know that my Uncle Paul owns a timeshare which he was able to trade in for a really nice cabin in the mountains outside the main city area. But then he could have done something similar at just about any place we chose to meet but someone had this big idea that it was the place to meet. Nobody asked me, I guess I was just expected to go along with the group decision.
So back to traditions...
As I started to say, all my life the concept of the sanctity of family has been drilled into me. It's the classic "We may not always get along but we are always family." Another way to put it is, "You can pick your nose but you can't pick your relatives" or something like that. No matter how we might fuss or who is arguing with who, it's just a given that when it comes time for one of our family gatherings that you show up and be nice.
Each family also has its own traditions. I know my Uncle Paul and his family have always had this big Christmas Eve Santa Claus routine where he dresses up as Santa and brings in the toys. Uncle Jim and his family go on a big fishing trip every Memorial Day weekend up to some cabin by Lake Erie where they have stayed every year since I can remember. Some traditions are publicized while others are kept more private. For instance, almost none of my father's side of the family is involved in incest and indeed, if most of them knew, especially my aunts, all hell would break loose. So in the grand scheme of things there are overall family traditions, then the individual family traditions, and finally the more personal ones. For instance, my Uncle Paul and Aunt Julie spend every wedding anniversary at the same cabin in the Pocono Mountains where they spent their honeymoon.
One of my favorite traditions when I was home on break from college was having my dad stop by my room each morning as he got ready for work. Now that I've graduated I can't please him in that way very often so that's been replaced by our Sunday morning tradition where whenever possible I stop by his house just before church and we have sex and then go straight to church immediately after. We've been doing it for so long now that it's like I feel bad all week when we miss a week.
So now it was time for the annual Thanksgiving gathering. As I said, plans were for us all to drive down there and meet at the cabin. I HATE long car drives but with my Aunt Linda and Kristi joining us that always helped the time to go by more quickly. There WAS one big difference this year - my boyfriend Steve and his mother would be joining us.
Steve was actually my first boyfriend and the older brother of Sharon, one of my best friends. I never dared dream that he would ever ask me out but after flirting with him at a weekend camping trip with Sharon and some of our college friends, I was thrilled when he called to ask me out. Making a long story short, I wasn't a virgin much longer and for the next six months or so, Steve and I had sex as often as I could get him to give it to me. During that time he was the only boy I had sex with and I even dreamed that someday he might marry me.
It crushed me when Steve's mom was transferred to the west coast. His dad had dumped her for some young bimbo at work and so she had to pretty much do whatever her work required. We tried to keep in touch but over time that faded and the next time I heard from him was years later when I got a wedding announcement in the mail. If I had been crushed when he moved away, all those feelings reemerged and if anything I felt even more devastated. No matter how many guys I'd had sex with after Steve left, not to mention my own father, I never fully forgot my first love. Yes, I DID go to the wedding just to see who he was marrying. By the time it was over I had a pretty good idea it wouldn't last for long. Face it, it's not a good sign when the first girl the groom fucks after he says his wedding vows isn't his new wife!
Despite myself, I felt a little guilty when I heard their marriage was soon annulled but not THAT guilty. But then I heard from him again and it came as a shock when out of the blue someone tapped me on the shoulder just after a church service. It was Steve! As it turned out his mom had been transferred back to the 'burgh. Steve had just finished his paramedic training and was looking for a job so he moved back with her and was now living with her while trying to get his feet in the ground. His sister Sharon and younger brother stayed in California with their friends and careers.
It was like all those years apart had never happened as Steve and I reunited - in more ways than one. We tried to keep open minds and didn't go "exclusive" but in my heart I knew he was "the one" from the first time I laid eyes on him. I'd had a number of boyfriends over the years and there was one I even thought I might marry but he had betrayed me and left me bitter and distrustful. Steve was the best thing to happen to me in years!
As we dated and got together whenever possible, I found myself wondering if Steve felt the same about me. I think from the day he first found me in church had he proposed to me I would have said YES without hesitation and every day since then I just felt it all the more. I like to think that the reason he moved back with his mother was to see me again although he has never admitted it. My girlfriends all loved him and even my dad approved - a MAJOR plus for Steve. Now all he had to do was ask the right question.
As anxious as I was for THE question, I was always worried about one thing. My Aunt Linda had married a man who thought he understood what it meant for his wife to have an incestuous relationship with her family but he never really was exposed to it until after the wedding. Although they hung together for almost three years, he never accepted it. Their divorce served as a constant reminder to me that whoever I married had to be fully accepting of my lifestyle. As I said from the beginning, I've been raised such that family is my number one priority. My aunt was forced to choose between her family and her husband and I never want to be placed in such a horrible situation myself.
Back when I thought Duane was about to propose to me, I didn't tell him everything, but just enough to see how he might react. What I found was that just knowing my aunt and cousin had sex was enough to push him over the edge to where he actually turned on me and betrayed me, threatening to expose me to my church and school. Had not my dad stepped in, I don't know what might have happened. What my dad did exactly I've never been told but I never want to have to ask him for that sort of help again.
One thing I had going for me was I knew Steve was not a TOTAL stranger to incest. His sister Sharon had a crush on him and she was insanely jealous of me when she learned I was having sex with him. Steve never had any such interest in his sister though, no matter how she tried, but it wasn't like he didn't know about it. The real secret was one we didn't even talk about these days. Back when we dated his mother had "caught" us having sex in their house. She even took pictures. The shocker was that before it was over Steve and her did it as well, right in front of me! It was the first time I witnessed an incestual act and it was between my boyfriend and his mother! Now he swore that it had never happened again but at the same time at least he has been exposed to the concept in a positive manner. Well, it seemed VERY positive at the time.
Even though we'd been dating now since June, so far as I knew Steve was still totally in the dark when it came to my family relationships. Heck, if anything Steve was far more intimate with his mother than I was with my father when Steve was around. My quandary was, how do you tell someone you love that you have been having sex with your father?? It's not like some porn novel where you just go up and say it and suddenly everyone gets horny and a family orgy ensues. This was real life and I knew from past experiences that it simply doesn't work that way. What if I told Steve and he was repulsed and broke up with me? Sure in the long run that would be the best for both of us but it wasn't what I wanted to happen no matter what. All I knew was that I'd better hurry as my cousin and friends were started to kid me that Steve was getting ready to pop the question. If they were right, then I had work to do because I wanted to say YES when the time came!
Chapter 2 - Road Trip
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When I was little, if there was thing that drove me nuts it was being locked in a car for hours on end. Maybe had I been raised differently it would've been different but our family rarely drove long distances. Going to Grove City north of Pittsburgh to visit my mom's parents was considered a TRIP and that was less than two hours. The absolute worse was our annual pilgrimage to the Chicago area to visit my Dad's mom. Nine to ten hours cooped up in the back seat of an SUV was hell on earth for a young girl like me.
Things got to be a little better for me when I turned eighteen and started to seriously masturbate. At home my parents encouraged me to do it whenever I felt the need which made life for me a lot simpler than most kids my age who had to hide it from their parents. I've always thought that this is stupid since their parents did it too. My parents both masturbated, my dad especially, so why make me feel guilty about it? Fortunately they didn't. The only time my mom stepped in was when I first started to learn how good it felt and she would catch me touching myself at times and places where little girls just don't do those sort of things!
So anyway, having the backseat all to myself turned out to be not so bad on those long trips and if anything, I sometimes even felt a little disappointed when the trip was over. When my cousin started doing it we would play games like seeing who could cum the fastest and such. Fortunately the windows in my dad's SUV were heavily tinted so prying eyes couldn't see what we were doing as at that age you don't worry about such things.
As masturbation turned to sex, trips with Kristi got to be even more fun. Perhaps the biggest change was after my dad started having sex with me. Sometimes my mom would take over the driving duties so my dad could get in the backseat with me for a while. As you can see, today I see road trips in an entirely new light. Even when I was driving three hours to college I passed the time with one hand on the steering wheel and the other between my legs.
I learned from my early dating days that it doesn't really matter how far you drive, being in the car on the road can be fun even for short distances. Sometimes I just tease the guy driving, like playing with myself and letting him watch. Other times I might flash the driver next to us or even let a trucker up above look down and see me playing with myself. Some guys get off on the exhibitionist stuff while others would get angry and jealous. However, none of them protested when I turned my attention to them. I think one of the fantasies that most every guy has is getting road head. Leaning over and sucking a guy's dick while he is driving can be just as exciting for me as for him.
Lucky for me, Steve is one of those guys with enough ego and self-confidence to push me when it comes to the exhibitionist fun. His attitude has always been that while the other guys leave wishing they could fuck me, he actually gets to so let them look and wish all they wanted. It just made him feel all the better being the one I turned to when it came to really having sex.
