Historians tell us that the ancient Incas believed their kings to be so sacred that they could not mate with mere mortals. Instead, the Incan kings were required by law to marry their sisters. How the kings felt about this arrangement, we'll never know. State-sanctioned incest, however, would have made me a very happy citizen indeed.
Ten years ago, when I was 18, my family inherited the task of organizing a Culpepper family reunion. This was a bi-annual event and responsibility for it rotated among the various branches of the Culpeppers.
"I'm tired of returning to all these damn small towns," my dad bellowed as we sat around the dinner table one night, trying to figure out how to orchestrate the reunion. "Let's have it somewhere special - - somewhere my damned cousin Bill can't afford to travel!"
We all laughed. Bill was the great family thorn in my dad's side. Then, my older brother, Sam, proposed a radical and most excellent idea. Why not hold the reunion at a beach resort? Soon, we were in constant phone, mail, and email contact with a big resort on an island off the Gulf coast of Texas. A month later, we all flew down and settled into our 3 bedroom, deluxe suite, with access to the private pool on the resort's rooftop.
Over the next day, the rest of our family - - all 42 members, including cousin Bill - - trickled into the resort. That night, my immediate family gathered in the resort lobby to await the arrival of the family matriarch - - my grandmother, Sally June.
A word about grandma. She had left her family's tiny farm in Ohio to make it big in Hollywood sometime in the 1950s. She ended up as a showgirl in Las Vegas where she met her first husband, a big-time aviation executive. By the time she had found her third husband, she was living in a tony Chicago suburb. Her showgirl body had charmed her string of husbands but it was her sparkling, outgoing personality that always closed the deal. Now in her late 50s, her personality had only grown sharper and more vivid; her body had grown lusher but thanks to modern science she still retained her generous curves and shapely lines.
All of us breathed a sigh of relief when the resort doors whooshed open and in strode Grandma Sally June. She looked fantastic. Somewhere a little over 5 feet tall, her dark hair cut close and stylishly, her abundant breasts, slender waist, and generous hips all balanced on full, shapely legs and a pair of high-heeled sandals. We surrounded her, bathing in her gleaming smile and laughter. She bestowed kisses on all of us.
"Oh my lord," she gushed as she grabbed my hand and leaned in to peck my check. "Look at how big and tall Jimmy is getting!"
Her hand squeezed mine, her lips brushed against my cheek, and I practically suffocated in the cloud of perfume she emanated.
"Thanks, granny," I said, grinning. "You look great!"
She smiled and squeezed my hand again.
"Well," she announced to the family gathered around her. "I know who my chaperone will be this week!"
Everyone laughed.
"Come on, Jimmy," she said, still clutching my hand. "Grab my bags, will you?"
I took her two large suitcases from the resort employee trailing along behind her.
"Hey, mom," my dad shouted from the edge of the group. "Why don't you freshen up and meet the rest of us up at the pool. Jimmy will show you how to get there."
"Great idea," grandma said. "And, by the way, when will I get to say hello to Cousin Bill?"
The family exploded into laughter, and grandma grabbed my upper arm.
"Wow," she whispered to me. "Have you been working out?"
I grinned in embarrassment. In fact, I had.
"Take me to my room, chaperone," she mockingly commanded me as we turned away from the group and made our way to the elevators.
Once the doors closed behind us, grandma let out a sigh.
"I am tuckered," she said with a bright smile. "That was a long trip."
We made small talk on the way up to the room. Grandma's large, sparkling brown eyes captivated me. And the scent of her rich, sweet perfume had me reeling. This was a real woman, not like one of the college girls I was dating. Slyly, I ran my eyes over her body, absorbed by her large, swelling breasts and the smooth bare skin of her shoulders.
"So, Jimmy," grandma said, flashing a smile. "How many girls are chasing you theses days?"
I blushed. She had caught me staring.
"Jeeez, gran," I said. "I don't know. A couple . .maybe."
She chortled and squeezed my arm. "A couple dozen, you mean."
The elevator stopped, the doors opened, and with grandma still clutching my arm, I led her to her room. I had the key card already - - so I opened the door and dragged the suitcase inside.
"Wow," gran said as she surveyed the room. "This is a definite improvement over Wopner Falls."
I laughed.
"Put the suitcases over there," she said, gesturing toward the closet. "I'll grab my swimsuit and unpack later, after I freshen up. Do you want to wait for me?"
"Sure," I answered.
Grandma ran her hands through her hair and asked me to pull one of the suitcases onto the bed. She clicked it open and began rifling through it.
"Honey," she said to me. "Can you get me a coke or something. I'm so parched."
I consented and headed out into the hall to find the vending machines. When I returned, her room door was slightly open so I entered. She was in the bathroom. I knocked lightly on the door.
"Got your coke, gran," I said.
"Great," she answered. "Come on in. I'm decent."
Inside the bathroom, grandma was fixing her hair in the mirror. I almost gasped. She had changed into a white two-piece bathing suit and slipped on a gauzy, extra long shirt. She wore short-heeled sandals. Gran looked at me in the mirror.
"What do you think?" she asked.
"Wow," I said, my eyes running up and down her body in the mirror.
Her body was a plush, curvy vision of heaven. Her top pushed her tits upward, piling up two snowy mountains divided by a deep canyon of beautiful cleavage. Her belly was soft but not droopy and her thighs were thick but incredibly shapely. I looked down to see her ass cheeks swelling against her bottom, stretching the fabric taut.
"Wow," I repeated. "You look incredible!"
Gran smiled and her eyes shone.
With her gaze locked on mine, she asked, "Baby, I'm a little sore from the plane trip. Can you give your gran a quick massage. My shoulders are killing me."
"Sure," I said, putting the can of coke next to the sink.
Grandma slipped her gauzy overshirt off her shoulders and leaned her head forward. I placed a hand on either side of her neck and began to slowly knead her full, firm flesh.
"Oh yes," she murmured. "Perfect."
As I kneaded her shoulders, grandma twisted her head back and forth.
"Hmmmmm," she said. "There's nothing like a strong pair of hands to relax you."
I gulped. The sight of her body and the feel of her smooth, warm skin was working magic on my cock, which was starting to stir inside my baggy surf trunks. Grandma pushed her ass backwards a bit and her nylon clad cheeks pressed lightly against my shorts. I heard her take a deep breath. I almost screamed in agony.
"Okay, baby," she said suddenly, straightening up and looking at me in the mirror. "That's great. Thanks so much."
She turned around and planted a warm lingering kiss on my cheek.
"Now, let's see what's happening at the pool. Show me the way!"
Five minutes later, we were surrounded by family members gathered around the rooftop pool. Everyone was gabbing and smiling and joking. Overwhelmed a bit by my bathroom encounter with grandma, I retreated to the edge of the action and found a cold beer. From a shadowy corner of the rooftop, I studied the ocean below and enjoyed the sound of the surf on the distant beach.
Suddenly, I felt a small warm hand pressing against my back. I turned. "I was wondering where you wondered off to," grandma said in a low voice, grasping one of my hands.
I smiled. "Just relaxing. Sometimes things get a bit crowded."
She laughed. "Tell me about it," she whispered. "Especially when Bill and his crowd are in town."
We both laughed and grandma joined me at the railing. We both took in the sight, sound, and smell of the ocean below, enjoying a moment of tranquility.
"Hey, auntie," I heard Cousin Bill's voice ringing out over the crowd. "Come on back. Art is going to do his impersonations of Uncle Cal."
Grandma sighed. "That's the signal," she giggled to me.
"I'd love to hear Art doing Cal," grandma shouted back. "But I'm all tuckered out after my trip. Gang, I'm going to call it a night."
Everyone oohed and ahhed, but granny looped her arm in mine and pulled me toward the doors leading off the rooftop.
"Night all!" she said, waving her free hand at the family.
The door closed behind us and we both sighed in relief. When the elevator arrived, granny and I stepped on board and I punched the button for her floor. It was an old and slow elevator. We had passed one floor, when granny turned to me.