Since I moved away from my hometown I haven't kept in touch with many of my relatives. I now live on the other side of the state and I rarely get home. My parents called me and said there was to be a family reunion in a few weeks and I was to be there unless I wished to be disowned.
Three weeks later I was back home. The family had rented out a wooded pavilion for all the festivities. I hardly knew any of these people. The ties had certainly slipped after all this time. The one person I did recognize was my cousin, Jennie.
Jennie was one year older than me, as my dad and her dad were brothers, we were pretty close growing up. Jennie, would be what I would call pretty. Not raving beautiful, she was thin and and had a tall frame. I know many men thought she was attractive.
She eventually married a man named Barry, after college. As I learned from my parents, Jennie found Barry in bed with his lover. Unfortunately, that person was another man. Jennie sort of went off the deep end for awhile.
When Jennie saw me, a smile came over her face. She seemed as lost as I was there at the reunion. I was sure all the family hens were clucking behind her back about her failed marriage.
Jennie walked over and threw her arms around me, kissing my lips.
"Thank God you are here Jack!" "I have missed you so much!"
I never knew anyone in the family missed me at all. However, it was good to see Jennie. She seemed sad and in need of cheering up. She placed her arm through mine, and we walked around the wooded grounds. When we came to a wooded bench off in the woods, we sat down.
Jennie began to pour her soul out to me. She had no one to tell her troubles to, so she kept them bottled up until today. She began to tear up as she talked, so I put my hand on her back to comfort her. Jennie leaned her head on my shoulder and curled her hand around my thigh.
As Jennie told me her sorrows, I was starting to get aroused. What the hell was wrong with me? I guess all that close contact with a woman in trouble did me in. I think my cock bulge must have hit Jennie's finger where she was touching my inner thigh. She looked down and her eyes got big.
She jumped and shouted at me. "Are all men pigs?"
She then began to run away down the trail. I guess all men are pigs in the final analysis. Jennie just never learned that lesson.
I ran after her and caught her by the arm, spinning her around, into my arms.
"I'm sorry Jennie, please forgive me."
Those were the only lame words I could figure to say at the moment. Now we were face to face, our bodies nearly touching as I held her by the arm. Jennie looked into my face for a long moment. She then threw her arms around my neck and kissed me.
This kiss was with the tongue, not a peck on the cheek. She totally took me by surprise, to say the least. I opened my mouth and let her in, our tongues were twisted around each other. My one hand moved up under her top, the other hand was fumbling around with the buttons on the front.
Somehow I managed to get her top off her. Jennie wasn't wearing a bra that day. I guess that was something else the women had to comment on that day. Jennie's tits were just the right size, with large nipples. I pushed my mouth onto both of them and sucked deeply.
