Again, this story is pure fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. (wink)
Read 1, 2, and 3... It'll all make more sense but I've included the last few paragraphs of part 3.
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Matt drove back out to the coach, cleaned up, and called his aunt who lived in town. She was excited to see him and set up a family meet and greet for the next evening at 6 pm.
He put on some nice comfortable clothes and drove to the address, a lot of cars were there. He parked and walked to the door.
He was greeted warmly by his Aunt Vicki who hugged him with those massive tits and flabby arms, then the introductions began. He hadn't seen anyone there in decades and there were cousins he'd never met at all. Three of the cousins were high school aged girls, damned cute and very fuckable, but out of bounds because of their age.
He was very surprised to see Aunt Rebecca. She had said she wasn't coming but here she was. She gave him a quick wink and then a nice hug and kiss on the cheek.
Moving around the house as he was introduced he was assessing women's qualities and possibilities. There was Aunt Yvonne, she had seen better days and was rough to look at.
They stepped into the dining room and Aunt Vicki put her hand on a woman's shoulder saying, "This is you mother's youngest sister Sheila, and this is Barbara, John's wife... " but her voice faded out because when Sheila turned to say hello, he stopped in his tracks and her mouth fell open.
It was the woman he knew as "Connie."
A look of shock spread across his Aunt Sheila's face. Aunt Vicki saw it and asked, "What's wrong Sheila?"
Matt stood there and thought, "I was fucking her ass yesterday"... his mother's sister, his Aunt. "Shit, that's why she seemed so familiar," Sheila didn't look anything like his mother but she had the had the familiar body language and expressions as his mother.
Sheila recovered quickly and said in faked excitement, "Why he had supper in the diner last night."
She stood, looked at him and said, "Matt, MATT.. its good to see you again after all these years, Matt... " and hugged him.
He was waiting for her to launch into him.
She whispered to him, "Matt huh? We'll talk later."
He whispered back, "No worries Connie."
Matt felt Vicki's tug and she continued to walk him around. He couldn't get it out of his mind that he'd actually fucked his mother's sister. The next few introductions were lost in a haze of "HOLY SHIT." It was one thing to fuck Rebecca, she married into the family and wasn't a blood relative but Sheila... "HOLY SHIT."
They all gathered for supper and as fate would have it, he was placed between Rebecca and Sheila. It was one awkward supper for him but deep inside he loved knowing that he'd fucked each of these women and not only didn't anyone know, the women didn't know he'd fucked the other. At one point Rebecca had leaned to him to say something and she placed her hand onto his thigh and gave it a
gentle squeeze.
Sheila was the first to trap him alone and she was furious. She punched him in the shoulder and whispered angrily, "You knew, didn't you!"
"No!" he whispered back, "I didn't know who you were, I swear!" then quickly adding, "and you didn't know who I was, Connie!"
She glared at him.
He softened, "Besides," he winked and patted her ass as he added, "I'd do it again in a heart beat, even knowing who you are now."
She paused, smiled, patted his side and said, "I probably would too," just as Uncle Ralph walked in.
"So how long will you be in town," she said louder, as if that was their conversation.
"As long as I want. I'm a man of leisure now." he replied.
Uncle Ralph turned to Matt and asked, "Ya, exactly how does that work at your age?"
"Well, I had a well paying job, made some good investments, now I'm retired unattached and can do what I want." Matt replied and then thought, "and it seems I can do WHO I want." That gave him a good chuckle.
The night wore on and he recounted his family's life from the time they left to this very night. Significant recent events were omitted.
It was hell.
People began drifting home around 9 pm and the "Klingons (as in clinger-on)" as he called them, sat down in the living room to relax. Ralph, Yvonne, Rebecca, Vicki and Sheila reminiscing over years past and out came the inevitable photo album. Again, loads of people he either didn't know or had vague memories.
He took lots of photos of photos and his fingers flew over his lap top as he filled in the family tree he had on a genealogy site.
The time flew by and suddenly it was 11 pm. The gathering of the last Klingons broke up and Matt found himself walking Rebecca and Sheila, one on each arm, to their cars. He opened the door of Sheila's car for her and she kissed his cheek as she stepped to the seat. Matt was a bit surprised she didn't say anything but that surprise disappeared when he felt her brush hard against his cock as she slipped in.
"Hey, hey, hey" he said and looked quickly at Rebecca. Luckily she was looking toward her own car. Sheila said, "see you later Jack," and winked.
Matt raised an eyebrow and said, "What do you mean later?"
Sheila smiled this devious smile and Matt watched her pull out into the street and stop, his thoughts were broken by Rebecca grabbing his arm and pulling her toward her car. She was spending the night with Sheila and he was a little more than slightly concerned they might divulge secrets to one another.
"Missed you," she said as she clung to his arm. Matt had to admit to himself that he liked her on his arm. He loved Rebecca.
