The Anniversary Reunion

This is part one of a 2 part story.

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It was going to be quite a party! My grandparents were celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary and family and friends were coming in from all over to attend the celebration. I knew when we boarded the plane that I wasn't going to know many people, but I hadn't seen that side of the family for several years and I was looking forward to seeing my grandparents again.

The plan was to have us come in the two days before the party and stay at my Aunt and Uncle's house. My two cousins, Ernie and Heather, were about the same age as me, but I hadn't seen them in several years. I was curious to see how everyone had changed.

Their home was a fairly large split-level home, which had been deemed "party-central." The main floor consisted of the kitchen and dinning room, along with some bedrooms. The lower level had a large family room and some guest rooms.

My Uncle and cousin Heather were to pick us up curbside at the airport. We quickly threw our luggage in the car, hopped in and sped away. My Uncle had a cop getting ready to write him a ticket so there wasn't anytime to exchange hugs and greetings. I couldn't really see much of Heather from the back of their van, but from what I could see, Heather looked like a very attractive girl.

When we reached their house and got out I got my first shot of Heather up close. In a word, "Wow!" She had definitely changed since I last saw her. A few years older, she had matured into a very attractive young lady. She had shoulder length blond hair, a cute face, and what appeared to be a fairly athletic figure. As I would later learn, Heather was very active in her high school varsity soccer and swimming programs.

When we got inside Heather dashed away while we said hello to everyone. Heather soon reappeared dressed in a nylon sweat outfit. I didn't want to stare, but I couldn't help by notice that she had a petite and slender figure with perky breasts.

With the hugs and handshakes now complete my Aunt said, "Ernie and Heather, why don't you two help everyone to their rooms."

"Sure mom," was Ernie's reply.

Heather only smiled and walked down stairs, showing us the way to our rooms. This allowed me to focus on Heather's fine ass as she walked in front of me.

When we got to the rooms Heather said to us, "This is your room, Aunt Carol, and this will be yours Steve."

Heather walked into the room and said, "This room is the fun room. Take a look at this."

When I walked through the door way I saw that there was an old pinball machine.

"Its my Dad's toy," she said.

"Ah man, that is cool! Does it work?" I asked.

"Sure it does." Walking up to the machine Heather continued, "it's an antique pinball machine from the 50's." "Its fun to play, but its kind of lame. When you get settled in I'll show you how to play."

Smiling, she looked at me square in the eyes and paused a moment. She paused just long enough for me to wonder what she meant by her choice of the word "play." Then she said, "Let me know when you are ready."

Now, being a horny guy I couldn't help but think of the double-meanings that her last two remarks had. I tried to put those thoughts out of my mind and got myself unpacked and settled.

A little later I rejoined the family back up stairs. They were laughing and carrying on, yet the party wasn't set to start for a day or so! I had noticed that they had already broken out the scotch and opened up some beer. But hanging out with my parents while they drank with the other adults wasn't my thing. So I set off looking for my cousins. I found them back down in the family room watching TV.

My cousin Ernie had matured into a kind of a geeky guy. He was busy on his computer playing some game, so I turned my attention towards Heather. When I sat down on the couch I noticed that she had changed into a loose fitting sweatshirt and sweat pants outfit. She didn't have any socks on so while we watched TV I took note of her cute little feet and painted toenails. Man, Heather was a cute little thing, that's for sure!

After a while Heather asked, "So, what would you like to do?"

Again, I found myself thinking of her choice of words, and answered, "Oh, I don't know. What do you do around here for fun?"

Ernie piped up and said, "My mom was thinking that we could go to the movies."

Heather jumped up off the couch saying, "I'll get the paper to see what's playing tonight."

When she walked away I took notice that her sweatpants had gotten wedged in the crack of her ass, providing me with an awesome shot of her tight ass. As she walked you could clearly see her ass cheeks jiggle with every step, almost as if they weren't covered in underwear. Then when she turned to run up the stairs, her breasts seemed to move around a lot under her sweatshirt. This made me wonder whether she was wearing a bra. Did Heather have any underwear on, anywhere, under that sweat outfit? My head began to swim with horny thoughts.

Over the next few minutes we settled on a movie and got ready to leave. We were standing at the front door waiting for my Aunt and Heather when they came jogging down the stairs. Heather had changed into some tight blue jeans and a light blue turtleneck sweater. Her fine ass was making quite an impression in those skin-tight jeans, as well with my dick. I couldn't help but notice that her tits looked very sexy stretching the front of the turtleneck as she put on her heavy coat.

With several of us going, my Aunt drove their van. Being a gentleman, I shot back to the rear seat in order to allow others to ride in the middle and front seats. Imagine my surprise when Heather pushed in front of her brother Ernie to get the seat next to me! When she got in her seat she shot me a coy little smile and squirmed a little bit to get comfortable.

As we rode down the expressway, between the road noise, the stereo, and everyone's conversations it had gotten pretty loud in the van. Heather and I hadn't said anything since we left. I looked over at Heather and she smiled at me. Then she leaned in and whispered something into my ear. I couldn't quite make out what she said with all the noise, so I leaned over and said, "Sorry, I couldn't hear you. What did you say?"

Leaning closer to my neck, she said, "I want you to save me a seat next to you when we get in the theater."

Surprised by her comment, I stupidly asked, "Really?"

Heather leaned back into me and placed her left hand on my right thigh and said, "Yes silly. I want to hang out with you."

She leaned back straight in her seat, but didn't remove her hand from my thigh. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Without thinking, I moved my hand and placed it on top of hers. We rode the rest of the way to the theater in silence, essentially holding hands. No one was aware of what was occurring in the back seat except Heather and me.

When we got inside the theater I managed to position Heather and I so that we had the last two seats in the row. I put my hand on Heather's lower back to help guide her to her seat, and then took the isle seat next to her. The majority of the family had taken seats in the row immediately in front of us, but Heather's brother and some older cousins took the other seats in our row.

Throughout the movie Heather seemed to lean in my direction. At one point during a scary scene, Heather grabbed my arm and held it tight. My mind was reeling. Was it OK that my cousin was acting this way towards me? And worse, was it OK that I was getting turned on by all of this?

Near the end of the movie the good guy got the girl, and while they were kissing passionately, Heather leaned over and whispered to me.

"That looks like fun."

I choked on a piece of popcorn and spilled my bucket of popcorn trying to grab my drink. This of course, made Heather laugh. When I had regained my composure, Heather leaned in and said,

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that to you. I was just thinking that it would have been nice to be doing that to you."

With that, Heather gave my arm a gentle squeeze and held my bicep. A few seconds passed when she began to gently stroke my muscular arm. At that second I thanked God for all the time I had spent at my school's weight room.

When the movie ended Heather quickly sat straight so that no one would know that she had been tormenting me with her flirtatious actions. As we began to make our way from the theater I walked behind Heather. The crowd was thick and was stalled at the door as people got rid of their trash. With the crowd packed so tight, I placed my hands on Heather's hips as if to guide her through the crowd. I knew no one could see me do this. Heather seemed to like my actions because she turned her head back to look at me and flashed me a smile that made me weak in the knees.

On our way back to the van, the family was busy talking about the movie, and again, Heather and I were silent. We both took our original positions in the back seat of the van and settled in for the drive back home. A few minutes into the trip Heather leaned over and whispered,

"You smell terrific. I love your aftershave."

I responded with a simple, "thanks."

Heather moved her hand to resume its position on my thigh, and I quickly returned my hand to cover hers. Heather seemed to snuggle up to me and gave a heavy sigh.

My mind was spinning. Here was my cousin, with her hand on my thigh, and doing and saying things that only a girl friend might say. I knew the week was going to get interesting.

We arrived back home and everyone went inside and got ready for bed. Some showers were running, and some people had made their way to the kitchen for a snack. I found Heather back on the couch, dressed again in her sweats.

"Hey there," I said. "I enjoyed tonight."

"Me too." Looking up and smiling at me, Heather continued, "I feel kind of weird, you know?"

"Me too," was my reply. I quickly looked around to make certain that no one was within earshot and continued, "I think you are very pretty, and I've become very attracted to you."

"Really?" Heather asked. "No one has ever said that to me before."

Just then Ernie walked into the room and sat down to watch TV holding a bowl of ice cream. I stood there in silence wishing I could tell Ernie to get the hell out of there so we could continue our conversation. Heather folded her hands in her lap and looked back at the TV.

"Hey Heather, how 'bout showing me how your Dad's pinball machine works?"

"Sure!" was Heather's response. She jumped up and jogged past me and into the guest room. When I walked in Heather had turned the machine on, and while all the dinging and sounds came out of the machine she whispered,

"Good thinking."

Smiling back at her I said, "I just wanted to spend more time with you."

Heather smiled and blushed. I don't know why, but this turned me on immensely. She was a genuine sweetheart, that's for sure.

We played for about fifteen minutes when we heard her Mom yell down to us that it was time to turn in for the night. Looking over at the clock on the nightstand we noticed that it was 11:50 at night. Tomorrow would be a big day, so we agreed that it was time to head to bed.

I found the switch to turn off the game, and turned to say goodnight to Heather. She surprised the heck out of me when I turned to face her and she met me with her lips. Heather planted a wonderfully soft kiss on me. She then reached down and took hold of my hands and said, "After everyone goes to sleep, why don't you stop by my room and we can talk some more."

"Are you sure that'll be OK? What if someone hears me?" I asked.

With a gentle squeeze of my hands Heather smiled and said, "well silly, don't make any noise."

With that she turned and left.

The house seemed to be awake and noisy for quite a while. At one point, still hearing laughter and talking in the kitchen I looked over at the clock and saw that it was now 1:07 am. Disappointed, I knew that I wouldn't get a chance to visit Heather that night.

As I laid there thinking about the evening, I felt my penis begin to get hard. Thinking about how it felt when Heather placed her hand on my thigh made my penis twitch. Figuring that there was no way that I was going to be able to sneak upstairs to see her, I began to stroke my hard dick. I began to visualize Heather's body in those sweats and how she looked in those jeans! Then I began to fantasize about what she must have looked like under those sweats. In a matter of seconds I began to feel my orgasm approach. A few more strokes and I shot my load onto my chest and belly.

I guess it had been a while since I last came, because I was surprised at the amount of cum that I had shot. Grabbing some tissues from the tissue box on the nightstand, I cleaned up, and turned over and fell asleep.

The next morning I awoke to the sound of a running shower. It was obvious from the noise upstairs that most of the family was awake. I could make out the smell of bacon frying, and heard dished rattling. So I got up and jumped in the downstairs shower to start my day.

When I went upstairs breakfast was just about ready. They had quite a spread of food and it all looked great! Just at that moment Heather walked into the kitchen.

Her Dad said, "Good morning sunshine."

"Right back at cha Dad," said Heather.

As I sat at the table having my breakfast Heather flashed me a strange look. There was no doubt that she was asking me "where the heck were you last night?" When no one was looking I mouthed the words "I'll tell you later."

Things got a little hectic at the house as people frantically prepared for the party. So with everyone pitching in doing some last minute cleaning and preparing of food, I never had an opportunity talk to Heather. Before I realized it, the party was starting.

Guests began to arrive and my cousins were taking coats and I was part of the group moving the guests down into the family room. In total there were probably about sixty people gathered to celebrate my grandparent's wedding anniversary. Then came the word; "They're here!"

A hush fell across the room. When the door opened and they walked inside, everyone yelled "SURPRISE!" Everyone cheered and the celebration began.

While everyone was moving around to other parts of the house and greeting my grandparents, I finally caught up with Heather. She had dressed up for the occasion and was wearing a very pretty black dress. Dressed in heels and nylons, she looked extremely attractive. And I told her so.

"Wow, you look phenomenal, Heather!"

"Thanks. You look pretty sharp yourself," she said.

"Thanks. About last night...," and I was cut off by Heather.

"I know. The house was pretty noisy and people seemed to be up all night."

Nodding I said, "Yep. I wanted to, really, I did. But I was afraid that I'd be seen."

Looking coy, Heather said, "Well, maybe we can make up for that today?"

"Really?" I smiled. "How?"

Smiling and looking away, Heather said, "you'll just have to wait and see." With that, Heather walked upstairs to assume her role as a party host and help with the food.

As the party went on the alcohol flowed freely. By late afternoon most everyone was feeling no pain. I had hooked up with distant cousins and Uncles and had been drinking my share of beer. With everyone inside and in a controlled environment, I guess the adults didn't care whether there was underage drinking going on.

I noticed that Heather had been drinking wine and Champaign with the women in the kitchen, and had replaced her high heel shoes with a pair of slippers. As I stood at the doorway I caught Heather's eye and motioned to her to come out to talk. Grabbing her wine she left the kitchen and met me by the stairs.

"How are you doing?" I asked.

"Fine. And you?"

"Juuuuust peachy," I said trying to get a laugh.

"Wanna do something fun?" she asked.

"Sure! What do you have in mind?" I asked.

"I've been thinking about this all day, and I think I have a treat for you. Wait about five minutes, then go into the upstairs bathroom and look under the sink."

And with that, she quickly looked around and gave me a quick peck on the cheek, spun around and walked back the kitchen. Taking a drink of my beer I wondered what she was up to. So I checked my watch and took note of the time, 4:06pm.

I polished off the rest of my beer and decided to grab a bottle of water from the coolers out on the back porch. I figured that I was going to need all my senses for what lie ahead and didn't want to get drunk.

My watch read 4:12pm, so I swallowed hard and headed towards the bathroom. On my way I noticed Heather back in the kitchen. This confused me. And seeing me walk past the doorway she smiled and looked back down at the food she was preparing.

I entered the bathroom and did as she said. I opened the cabinet under the sink and didn't see anything unusual. All I saw was a stack of towels and some rolls of toilet paper. And then I saw it; a little bit of white fabric sticking out from between the bath towels. I carefully lifted the towels and my heart skipped a beat at what I saw.

Laid carefully between the towels were Heather's panties. I turned to make sure that I had locked the door, and then pulled the panties out to examine them. I felt my dick begin to get hard as I stood up. I held the panties and immediately took notice of the crotch. It was damp and covered with a creamy liquid. I felt the material and was convinced that what I was feeling was Heather's pussy sauce. The moist crotch was still warm to the touch so I did what every other red-blooded 18 year-old boy would do; I smelled them. "Aw, yes," I thought. This was the unmistakable scent of pussy juice. And fresh juice, at that!

So what was I supposed to do now? Here I was holding a wet pair of panties from my very sexy cousin, and I had a hard-on that could break steel. Trying to figure out what Heather's game was, it occurred to me. She wanted to share cum, but with the party going on, we obviously wouldn't be able to do anything for quite a while. So she crafted a kinky little game of masturbation.

I quickly unfastened my pants and belt and pushed them down to the floor. I grabbed my rock-hard penis and began stroking it. Then I took Heather's panties and wrapped the wet crotch around my shaft and began pumping. The feeling was nothing like I had felt before. I was rubbing my penis in her crotch of her soft panties, where her pussy had leaked her cum. I only had to stroke my dick a few times before I felt that familiar feeling beginning to build. I pulled the panties off my dick and kept stroking it. As my orgasm neared I laid the crotch out on the counter and took aim. Whamo! One, two, three jets of cum splattered onto the crotch of her panties. I kept stroking my dick, milking all of my cum from my dick and onto her panties.

Using the area that covered her ass, I carefully wiped away the dribbling cum off my penis and hand. With my load deposited into the crotch, I carefully folded the panties back up so that my cum would stay in place, and returned them to the stack of towels. I then careful replaced the top towel over the panties to hide them, and quickly closed the cabinet door.

I had to wait a few minutes before my erection subsided. This was difficult as the thought of having Heather find my cum in her panties sent shockwaves through me. Finally, with my penis successfully tucked away back in my pants, I made sure the bathroom was as it was when I got there, and left.

I walked into the kitchen and there stood Heather, fixing a salad. I noticed that she still had her pantyhose on, which meant that with her panties in the bathroom, she was naked under that dress, except for the hose. This thought made my penis begin to stir again, so I grabbed a soft drink from the fridge and began to head downstairs where the kids were watching TV. As I passed through the doorway I looked back at Heather. She looked up at me and smiled.