Note from the author: This story is a work of fiction based partly on some various truths that were brought together for literary purposes. All characters are over the legal age of adulthood (18) in this story. It includes real people with real feelings, fears and fantasies that take time to build and grow throughout the story. If you're looking for a quick read with big-boobed blond bimbos who screw everything in sight, go to another story on this website; there are plenty of those. If you're looking for a story that builds and pulls you as it progresses, I hope you will enjoy this one as much as I did writing it. I look forward to reading your comments at the end.
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I guess it all started with my great grandmother Josie Gibbens, short for Josephine. Back in the 1920s during her prime, she was a devote Catholic and farmer's wife who spent her life popping out children one after another and raising them up to help on her husband's farm. All in all, she had 15 children over the course of twenty years and raised them to be very family-oriented; insisting on everyone getting together for every major Catholic holiday throughout the year.
The tradition stuck with the family; both in the size of family as well as the holiday get-togethers. Grandma Josie, as we all called her, had 56 grandchildren and my generation included a ludicrous 97 great-grandchildren who came along in four separate waves over the years. Obviously we couldn't all get together for every holiday any longer; we were just too spread out throughout the country and even the world. Still, it was common to share a Christmas or Easter with between eighty and a hundred relatives at a time which could lead to many of the children feeling quite lost in the shuffle.
When we were children, we tended to band together in cliques, primarily within the groups of our respective age waves. In total, there were 24 of us in my group who were only about five years apart and 19 of us tended to band together each and every year as our parents were the more devoted ones who stayed true to Grandma Josie's family vision. We would play games together and even shared rooms together; sleeping in a pile of bodies and sleeping bags sprawled out every which way on the floor.
When Grandma Josie passed away, the family tried to keep her love of us all alive by continuing the holiday visits but time had a way of drifting us all apart. By the time I turned 27, I hadn't seen most of my cousins in more than a decade though we had kept in touch via telephone and Internet messaging. That's why I was so excited to have received the email invitation from Tammy, one of the older cousins of my group, inviting me and the rest of the 19 to an Easter celebration at her house.
That fateful Easter weekend began with me standing before the large two-story house my cousin had won from her recent divorce settlement. I was more than eager to see who else might have taken her up on the offer, my mind flooding with the vivid memories of the fun and enjoyment I had shared in my childhood. There was, not to mention, a certain few young ladies in the group who always got my hormones raging just by seeing them too, but I wasn't about to admit that to anyone besides myself.
Tammy's front yard was packed with cars that sported license plates from as far away as Alaska, Arizona, New Hampshire and Florida; all cousins who had made the trip back to the Tennessee foothills where my Grandma Josie had lived and where Tammy had settled in so many years before. Mine said Colorado and was the tenth car so I figured at least half the group had turned out thus far.
"Ronnie," voiced a chorus of female voices as I stepped into the door, being hugged one after another by my many cousins. Gerry was the only guy I saw right away and he did his usual hand-slap shake that he had taught me years before then offered me up a beer that I gladly took. Stepping inside the house, I paused at the living room, looking around, taking in who all had showed up thus far.
There was of course Tammy; two years my senior and always quite the looker. Her ex-husband had been a lawyer and according to our family grapevine, he had decided to trade her in for his secretary but not before unloading quite a bit of money into making my cousin's physique look even better than I had ever remembered.
Her large chest was just too perky and too well placed to be that large and still be real after all. I didn't know much about women from actual experience, but I knew enough from my intimate internet studies to know that gravity had a way of weighing on their goods, especially the larger ones, that only a good plastic surgeon could offset. Tammy still had the long straight auburn blond hair that fell to the small of her back which I had always found to be so sexy all those years ago and she had spent quite a few hours at the gym recently; that much was obvious.
Next to Tammy was the drama-queen Ashley; the same age as me off by only a matter of weeks. Where Tammy had been artificially endowed by her ex; Ashley was pure natural beauty. Nothing had been altered over the years on her. A deep tan with flawless skin, soft blue eyes that could melt a man's willpower in an instant, and naturally blond waves which came down to just above her bust. She, like Tammy, had a nearly perfect hourglass figure but her obvious bounce and jiggle as she laughed and giggled with the family evidenced that she was all pure flesh; no silicone parts included.
Off to their right I saw Brianna sitting on the recliner; as usual a book opened in her lap as she quietly read to herself. Some things just never change. She was just a few months younger than Tammy but they were complete opposites. Where Tammy was flirtatious, even with her male cousins like myself, Brianna was quiet and very reserved. She had a petite form, the shortest of all of us from what I recalled, but I had always thought the freckles that dotted her cheeks and nose had made her particularly cute. She also wore glasses and had a touch of nerdy awkwardness about her like me so I had always felt a connection to her there. She had light brown hair, straight as can be, that fell to just below her chest.
I recalled that Brianna had always used her hair to hide her smaller endowment; a hangover from the days when she was quite a late developer. I chuckled to myself, remembering the teasing she had gotten from our cousins and grownups alike in our younger days. I had stood up for her against older cousin James and nearly gotten my face pounded in until Tim, Gerry and Kayla had come and stood by my side, staring down James back into his place and out of our circle. Like I said, we really watched out for one another.
Off from the recliner was a long couch in front of the television where Chelsea and Gerry sat, both drinking beers and watching a sports game of some sort. Chelsea was as much a boy as a girl could make herself without a sex change. She had always hung with us guys more and dressed just like one of us too. In reality, she was only a year older than me but her lack of feminine care to herself had made her age more than the other girls. Her hair was quite short, to her chin line only, and extremely curly which we all knew was natural because Chelsea probably didn't even own a hairbrush, much less a curling iron. She was, however, the belching champion of our group.
Gerry, sitting beside her, was dressed like he would be at work; showing off his obvious financial success in life. He had a long rounded face with straight blond hair that he held back in a ponytail and an earring in one ear in true player style. Being Ashley's older brother by a year, he resembled her in many ways; flawless face that had always turned more than a few girls' heads, particularly with those blue eyes of his. Rumor had it that more than one cousin in our group had a crush on him at one point or another but I never found out the truth either way. Still he was a lot like his sister, into tanning and making himself look good. He wasn't exactly a muscle head, but he obviously spent his fair share of time in the gym each week.
