The Family Reunion -- It was Aunt Emily's wine . . .
When Grandma & Grandpa Lawrence decided to leave the farm, they intended to put it up for auction. Their only condition was for it to stay a farm and not be sold off to developers. However; the entire family loved the place and my mother & father (who was making a killing in real estate) worked a deal with Mom's brothers and sisters to buy the entire estate. The farm consisted of 700 acres of crop land, or grazing land, and 75 acres of woodland. The woods had a sizeable creek running through them and a pond that Grandpa and Mom's brothers had widened for swimming and fishing.
Since all of Mom's brothers had turned to farming and ranching, Dad leased all the cropland to them for mere pennies on the dollar. They completely renovated the house, setting up a ground floor suite, where Grandma and Grandpa could live out their lives, if they wished. That way there wouldn't be the added expense of a retirement home or community, and my grandparents could come and go as they pleased. The whole family was thrilled with the setup and we moved back to the country -- or - I should say my parents moved back to the country.
My name is Daniel, or Danny. I was born when Mom & Dad lived in the suburbs of St Paul. My sister was born a year and a half later. While we visited the farm a lot, sometimes for a couple of months, in the summer, it wasn't really our home. Mom, however; grew up there.
Mom and Dad met in college, during their senior year, while studying for marketing and business degrees. They got married a month after they graduated and I popped out 10 months later, while Dad was getting his MBA. It was shortly after his graduation celebration, that Mom became pregnant with my little sister, Julianna. But it didn't stop Mom from starting on her MBA. While Dad went to work in real estate, Mom went to school. It took Mom some extra months to graduate, because she had to take a semester off to have a baby.
Anyway, Julie and I grew up, lived, and went to school in the suburbs of St Paul. I was in my sophomore year at the university and Julie was in her freshman year, when the grandparents decided to retire. That Christmas was our first at the farm, and the following summer, she & I moved "home" to the farm. Dad had, already, sold the house in St Paul, and he and Mom were living on the farm full time. While Dad had brought in contractors to do the heavy work of the renovations, there was still a lot of work for Julie & me to do. Since Dad was renovating the barn, to become his and Mom's offices, a garage for the cars, and a workshop. Julie & I were delegated to painting. I lost count of the number of walls and ceilings we painted. Our arms felt like they would fall from our bodies.
On the plus side, when the work was done for the day, we could jump into our swim suits and a quick walk into the woods brought us to the pond, where we could lay around in the cool water & just relax. The big plus was that Julie was definite eye candy in a two piece swim suit and a lot of fun when we got into tickling matches, or wrestling matches in the water.
Sometimes, Mom and even Dad would join us. Mom was model quality in a swim suit, although she tended towards one piece suits instead of bikinis. Still, she filled them out quite nicely and both women gave my imagination a lot of fodder for when I needed some jack-off time.
As Julie and I worked through the summer, side by side, and played afterwards in the pond, or rode the horses to just get away for a bit, we grew closer and closer. There were a lot of touchy feely, shared secrets, and it seemed no subject was taboo.
One day, while swimming, she swam up behind me, underwater, yanked my swim trunks down and off and swam away. She stayed in the water with them and eventually let me catch her and get them back. A couple days later, while we were having a splash fight, I got close enough to untie her bikini bra and get away with it. That forced her to stay submerged and she couldn't chase after me without showing. I teased her for a few minutes and then tossed it back to her. The rest of our swim sessions, together, sometime wound up with one of snatching the suit off the other. While we tried to preserve modesty, we got plenty of views of each other, and kept it all fun. We never did try to go further than that.
But I'm digressing. This story is about the family reunion -- the one that changed the family forever.
The family got together after harvest, every year for a party. It was always held at our grandparents (now out parents) farm, because of the space available, the woods and hiking trails and the pond. The men even built a 16x16 platform for dancing. It was a day & a half affair. The half being Saturday evening when it was just adults and older teens (18+) because of the drinking and a little shared pot. Sunday was all day and for everyone from 8 weeks to 72 years (Grandpa's age). It included games for the youngsters, usually a hired clown or face painter, horse rides, hay rides and the pond was open to all.
Saturday evening, the women made a punch -- and it did have a punch. It usually included two or three bottles of vodka, rum, or brandy. Then the fruit juice and usually some wines to get the flavor just right. This year, Grandma's sister, Aunt Emily, brought some Huckleberry wine she claimed to have made from an ancient recipe. The women tasted it, but claimed it had a vinegar taste, but they added it to the punch and it actually brightened the flavor. So they put the punch bowl out for folks to dip into glasses.
That night, I had to stay sober. I had wrenched my back while carrying some full 5-gallon paint buckets and I was on some pain killers with strict instruction for no drinking. So I kept my glass filled with Ginger Ale and went along with the party.
Everyone else was tapping the punch bowl and commenting on this year's excellent mixture. Even Julie was sipping on a glass of the brew and giggling with some of her cousins. It was about 45 minutes into the party that I noticed some unusual activities going on.
As I walked around the dance platform, there was Uncle Bob getting one deep-throating blow job from Aunt Lorraine, who was married to Uncle Fredrick. They weren't hiding and the party was going on around them. As I watched I heard a feminine "Whoop!" behind me and turned to see Dad pounding into Aunt Betsy's ass, as she bent over the corner of the platform. She had her skirt up over her back and a pair of bikini briefs around her ankles.
I immediately looked around for Mom, who would be out for blood if she saw Dad doing that. I found her up on the platform, dancing with Dad's brother, Uncle Larry, except, she had Uncle Larry's zipper down and was stroking his 7-incher in her hands, while he was unbuttoning her blouse. Needless to say, I was speechless.
This was the third Saturday night party that I attended and the first two were definitely not like this. As I roamed, around, men and women seemed to grab whoever was closest to them and start making out. Uncle Fredrick was sitting on the porch bench with Bermuda shorts and underwear around his ankles. My cousin Louise, Uncle Bob's daughter, was bouncing up and down on his hard cock. Aunt Emily was on her knees between Grandma's legs slurping Grandma's pussy. Grandpa was laid back on one of the log benches with Mary Jean, Uncle Larry's wife, rubbing her pussy around his face while she bent over and gave him a blow job.
I immediately thought of Julie and ran over to where I last saw her talking to our cousins Darryl and Lois. Darryl had Lois on her hands and knees while he pounded her doggy style. Julie had gone somewhere else. I turned to look elsewhere and saw the dance platform. The music was still playing, but the dances had gotten very erotic. Uncle Larry was lying on his back while Mom rode him cowgirl. Next to them was Aunt Gloria with her legs high and wide, getting pounded by her son Robby. Dad had turned around so he was sitting on the corner of the platform while Aunt Betsy slid her pussy up and down his cock.
Needless to say, all this activity had me hard as a rock. While I didn't know what was going on, I needed to find Julie. That's when a pair of hands wrapped around my eyes from behind, and Julie's soft voice said, "Guess who."
I turned to see her strip her tank top off and she pushed me back against the dance platform. As I sat on the edge, she stripped her shorts and undies down and reached for the button on my blue jeans.
"I've been thinking of this all summer." She said, "I don't know why but we need to do this, Now!" She had my jeans undone and was tugging them down.
"Woah, Julie!" I said, "This isn't the best . . ."
"Shush," she said, "We need to do this. Please, Danny, I need this," she whimpered. She got my jeans and tighty-whities down around my knees and climbed over me, pushing me back. She grabbed my hard cock, positioned herself, and literally dropped -- impaling herself on me.
"Ohhh, Yessss!" she cried as she was setting up her rhythm. She pushed her bra up and leaned over me, dropping a hard nipple right on my lips. "Suck them, Please." She gasped.
All I could do was comply. I sucked her left nipple into my mouth and worked it while pinching and tweaking the other. With my other hand I reached down between us and fingered her clit while she bounced on me.
"Oh, Danny, you're going to make me come. You need to come with me baby!" she cried. She changed her thrusting so I was getting more friction in that hot channel that gripped and milked my cock.
"Julie, I'm getting close," I said, "You better pull off and . . ."
"NO!" she cried, "In me -- you have to come with me and in me. Show me you love me and fill me up! Ohhh Gooooddd!" she was climaxing. Her pussy started a grip and release with her spasms and that did it for me. Everything I had stored was rushing though my cock and into her hot pussy as she ground down on me. As deep as I was, I had to be shooting straight through her cervix and into her womb.
As we came down from our high, Julie rolled off me to my side. She curled up against me, laying one leg over my body and cock, rubbing her sloppy crotch against my leg.
"Thank you, Danny." She said, "We finally did it. It was so wonderful."
"And beautiful, my darlings." said my Mom, as she knelt beside us. The nipples on her C-sized boobs were hard and pointy and her dark bush was dripping. I tried to get up but, Julie was holding me down.
"Mom," I said, "I'm sorry, I . . ."
"Shush," said Mom. "That was wonderful." She reached down and circled my semi-hard cock with her fingers. She stroked a couple of times and then brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean. "And delicious, too." She giggled.
