A McHenry Reunion
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All sexually active characters in this work of fiction are over the age of eighteen
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A Note from Nikki:
Hi beloved reader, I trust that you'll enjoy my latest dirty tale. A word of warning though, because people seem to have expectations. This is not a love story. It's a dirty, kinky story intended to simply excite you. The McHenry's have a lot of fun and I hope you do too!
Licks and kisses,
Nikki
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"Can't you just leave him behind?"
"You agreed, remember. It's always been the arrangement. When he turns eighteen, he gets to come along and make his own choices. As Jenna will in a couple of years when she's eighteen."
"Well yes, but do you think he's actually ready for it? God I don't think he's even kissed a girl Dale."
"Well then, this presents a perfect opportunity, doesn't it?"
"I'm not sure many people would call this a perfect opportunity for that sort of a start."
"Well, I don't often put my foot down Jenna, but you agreed and so the two of us are going."
"Well personally I hope he's the start of a generational change and it's the only one he goes to."
"You never know."
Greg slipped away before his parents saw him, not entirely sure he was pleased with the result of the overheard conversation. His father had spoken to him a couple of weeks prior about going to his six monthly family gathering on their grandparents' farm. He knew his father always went though his mother had always stayed behind and neither he nor his sister had ever been invited before. He'd asked once when he was sixteen and simply been told that due to alcohol and how hard they partied, it was limited to family members that were eighteen or older.
He wasn't exactly a party hard, drink outrageously kind of guy and so wasn't sure what to expect or how much he'd enjoy it, but his father had assured him that if he didn't enjoy himself the first time around, he wouldn't have to keep going; that it would be his choice, so he resigned himself to going along and seeing what went down.
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"So like, what's the story with this shindig Dad? You've told me like nothing about it other than that I'm going to meet a few cousins and aunts and uncles I either haven't seen for ages or simply don't remember."
"Well, its just a big family gathering, but of course, being the country folk they are, there tends to be a whole lot of drinking, a lot of bullshitting and a heap of fun. I know its not your usual scene, but I just have a feeling you'll have a good time anyway. We'll make sure one of your cousins keeps close and gives you a good steer away from any trouble... unless you're looking for it of course!"
"Yeah, great, not sure that really helps, but thanks," Greg replied, turning back to the book he was reading.
Eventually his father pulled their truck up amongst a collection of similar vehicles all parked beside a sprawling old farmhouse with wide verandas on all sides. They both piled out into the day's oppressive heat and stretched their muscles after the long drive and were quickly swarmed by family.
Greg carefully surveyed the collection of people shaking his hand and hugging him as was their want. They were a broad range of his father's and his generations of the family along with his Grandmother and Grandfather. The guys tended toward being bigger and fitter than he was, a result of the fact that his family was the only one that hadn't stuck with some sort of farm-life and the girls were similarly healthy and fit.
"Hey there Greg, I've been super curious what you'd be like," a tall, buxom, blonde-haired cousin said happily, squeezing him in a hug that made him super-conscious of the size of her breasts as they were crushed against him.
"Thanks, er... Jenny," He replied, blushing at the fact he was thinking about her tits and that he only remembered her name at the last minute. She was the third oldest of his cousins at twenty seven and with the press of her breasts against him so fresh in his mind, his eyes were continually brought back to them. She was wearing a white tank top sans bra and cut off denim shorts. Greg hoped he wasn't obvious when his gaze lingered on the shadows her nipples made through her seemingly thin tank top and tore his gaze away as often as he could.
When he wasn't staring at Jenny's rack, his gaze was often captured by the sight of the twins, Susie and Jane, who were both about six months pregnant. His father had warned him they'd be there and of their pregnancies just so he'd not be shocked when he saw them. After all, at twenty years of age they weren't much older than he was. No-one had yet mentioned to him who the fathers were and his Dad had suggested not to ask if the information wasn't volunteered.
"So, I've been nominated to take you under my wing Greg. Show you the place, keep you out of trouble and the like if that works for you?" Jenny informed him, her wide smile exposing gleaming white teeth beneath her red lip-sticked lips.
"Yeah, that would be great, thanks Jenny," he replied with a grin, appreciating the chance to hang with her and probably keep checking out her rack. He felt a bit bad about perving on his cousin's rack, but hey, she was nine years older and it wasn't like he was going to do more than look!
Jenny took Greg by the hand and he and his father were swept up in a tide of family to head inside after they'd unloaded their car.
Jenny told Greg he'd be bunking in the shed with all his cousins while the older generation would have the comfort of the houses many beds, a carry-over of the large family that had been raised there. She led him through to said shed where a number of camp beds had been set up around the perimeter walls away from the doors. Not all of his twelve cousins were in attendance as like his sister Jenna, his cousins Peter, Cain and Rachel weren't old enough to attend. Of course with all but his Uncle Harry (and his mother) coming, there were ten Uncles and Aunts including various spouses set up in the house with his Grandparents.
"Hey, is it time for beers yet?" his twenty eight year old second oldest cousin James asked, pulling open the beer fridge that resided in the corner of the shed.
"Of course it is!" Donny replied, heading over to take the beer James was holding in offering to anyone that could take it. Donny was the same age as Greg, but clearly fit the family mould... broad-shouldered, country-born and confident.
"I wish it was," Susie moaned, glancing forlornly at her swollen belly.
"No shit," her twin and equally pregnant sister Jane agree with a sigh.
"How about you Greg?" James asked.
"I'm good for now thanks," he replied.
"I'll take one," Jenny announced, walking over to grab a cold bottle from her cousin.
"So what do you newbs know about this gig?" James asked Greg, Donny and Anna who were all attending for the first time.
"That's it's a massive piss-fest and that Dad doesn't even care if I drink until I hurl!" Donny laughed.
"Yeah about that much," Greg agreed.
"And that there's some dress code we don't find out about until tomorrow," Anna added.
"Dress code?" Greg asked, panicked. His father hadn't said anything about
that
to him. What the fuck was he supposed to wear if he didn't have the right clothes?
"Relax, its simple and you'll be fine. I mean, shit we're all family," Jenny reassured him.
"Yeah, it's a hoot and nothing to sweat over, Sally (his oldest cousin at thirty and James' older sister) assured him.
"How about we go for a walk and I show you around the rest of the place?" Jenny offered him, seeing that he was taking a while to take everything in.
"Yeah, that sounds good thanks Jenny," Greg replied, happy that he'd be able to spend more time with her.
They walked around the farm and chatted and Greg was super pleased that Jenny was so accommodating and accepting. He was worried he simply wouldn't fit in with the rest of his muscle-bound confident cousins, but Jenny didn't seem to care at all.
"So do you drink at all Greg, or was it a case of too early?" she asked him at one point.
"I drink a bit, but like, don't really see the point of getting wasted. I mean, why deliberately kill off braincells just to do dumb shit?"
"Well, if you're going to present a logical argument, there's no way I'm going to answer that," she laughed. "But sometimes its fun to let go and just have some dumb fun."
"I reckon I can manage plenty of fun without adding the drunk and dumb to it," he replied.
