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.
I highly recommend reading parts 1-5 before starting this. It'll make things make a bit more sense.
Apologies if ch 05 confused a few people, my story took a few twists and turns before I settled on it's final form. Apparently I left a hint or two in that I should have removed.
EDITED: removed some reluctance/non-consent. More Klingons from variations in story line. I need to layout all the relationships and personality quirks which this story relies on.
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Denise stopped moving and said, "Hold still." He felt her pussy squeeze tightly around him as she lifted off his cock and stood up.
He expected his cum to start dripping down her thighs so Matt started to get up and said, "I'll get you a towel."
Denise casually pulled her top back up over her abused tits and said, "don't bother, Larry will clean me up."
Matt's raised eyebrow brought an explanation.
"Don't look so shocked, I always bring him a little something after I get a good fucking. He loves it and leaves me crystal clean."
With her dress back to looking normal, she slipped her flip flops back on, opened the door and left.
The door clicked shut behind her and Matt was left pondering what she'd said.
"eww..." Matt thought, "but then again... no, ewww" and he blocked it from his thought as he headed for the shower.
Finally it was Friday evening and families began arriving. The reunion would last Saturday, Sunday, and the Monday holiday. Cars, minivans, and RVs carrying family members arrived from all directions. By noon Saturday Matt was shocked to see there were double the number anticipated, some 200 ish relatives eating, drinking, swimming, and generally having a good time. Some of the caravans he'd rented had to double up people but it wasn't too awful bad.
Matt, through Dorothy and John, had whetted the invitations to the reunion with the offer to pay the cost of getting here. For most this amounted to a $100 gasoline gift card. A select few he arranged to be flown in. The only condition to people attending was that they had to sit for a few minutes at a computer and enter data into the genealogical database. Most people were happy to because, at the same time, they got access to the voluminous database of pictures of distant relatives and a fairly complete family history. Unknown to Matt, there was a significant part of his family history he was missing, but was soon to learn.
He wound up answering quite a few questions as to why his mother, Joyce, wasn't there. He was left to explain that she wasn't in the country. One of the people he was sure to take care of after his windfall lottery win was his mother. She decided that she wanted to travel. So Matt purchased a suite on The World. The World is a cruise liner on which you actually own your room. It rarely stops anywhere for more than a week and as far as he could recall Joyce and The World was somewhere in the Indian Ocean.
Then there was one family of a second cousin who were from Michigan and who refused, they were complete ass hats about it but Matt decided one outlier didn't really matter much. Their information was entered by Rebecca.
When the time allowed, Matt sat back and relished what he watched. Kids swimming, playing, running all over as brothers, sisters, and cousins galore caught up. Family really was important after all. All those years of being gone, separated from the family that he now knew better than he'd ever have thought possible. This was a wonderful, active, friendly bunch of people to which he was growing very very fond of.
There was a moment of awkwardness when his mother's sister Sheila arrived and gave him a kiss on the cheek. To his relief she didn't say anything about their evening of debauchery. Neither of them knew who the other was at the time. Other than a wink and a twinkle in her eye, she, like Aunt Rebecca and her two weeks of sexual awakening, acted like it never happened.
Matt's notion that the women of the family were attractive or at least no one he'd kick out of bed was reinforced. There were a few stunningly attractive women of all ages among the clan and some of the least attractive had bodies that more than made up for any other down checks. There were some good genes at work here. His cock cast its vote on more than one occasion and he'd made a few passes and flirtations with various relatives, several of which appeared receptive, but there weren't any immediate takers. A mid 30's first cousin named Brittany, a daughter of Uncle Herman and Aunt Sheila, reciprocated the flirting but stopped after one particularly glaring look from her mom.
Brittany had caught his eye when she arrived a few days ago with her 2 year old son Ben and a friend named Kelsey. Matt was suspicious of their relationship. Every so often he thought he caught a more than friendly touch between the two. Brittany was very well put together and her in a bikini only made Matt more interested. They had stayed overnight in one of the trailers Matt had rented for the event. Luckily he both controlled himself and was preoccupied most of the time.
Kelsey had short cropped black hair, a few tattoos, 1 visible piercing, nothing to toss out of bed though, her figure was pleasant enough and she had a wide gap between her legs, friendly but reserved.
After a dip in the lake a quiet moment found him alone with a beer. Glancing around he saw his Aunts Sheila and Vonnie by themselves talking and laughing over in the picnic area. During one particularly amusing moment he caught them both looking at him. His brow furrowed wondering what they were talking about. They 2 of his mom's 3 sisters. Vonnie was a very pleasant woman, fun loving, helpful, vivacious, full figured, very doable, shoulder length black hair no gray, curled in front, rear usually pulled back into a pony tail, put a little alcohol in her and she became very flirtacious, always wears pleated tartan woven ankle long skirts and blue or white button up blouse.
He got his laptop with the genealogy database, leaned back into lounge chair, adjusted his Panama hat, kicked up his feet and began looking over what people had entered.
He was sitting calmly looking at data and entered in some connections people had forgotten when his phone chimed that he'd received a message. He picked it up and swiped open the text messages. It showed a text from a number he wasn't familiar with.
He almost pissed himself when he opened it. It was pictures of 2 women, cropped so their heads weren't visible. Both were full frontal nudes. "Holy Shit!" he whispered to himself. There wasn't anything to provide scale so their heights couldn't be guessed at. He took it all in.
The photos were tastefully done, no gaping crotch shot or splayed legs.
One woman was slender but not skinny, by the tan lines she wore bikinis, tits were very well covered and pale with thicker tan lines around the shoulders and back but the bottoms were very high cut narrow ones, nipples erect and what he considered "normal sized," no birth marks, no tattoos, the hair on her head wasn't visible but her pubic hair was black and trimmed into a "V" pointed toward her clit.
The second woman was a bit stockier, a nice full figure but again a complete unknown to Matt.
Glancing at the number showed it was a Minnesota area code. But those could be spoofed so he couldn't be sure.
Then, without moving his head he raised his eyes and looked around to see if anyone was looking at him.
No one he could see. Just then another chime and a text appeared, "You like?"
He thought, "How do they know I'm looking?" and considered his reply before typing, "Of course I do, I'm a healthy adult male who likes women. But you really shouldn't send things like that."
"Maybe, but you don't know who they are, do you?"
"No, but if one of them is you then you should go home and kiss your parents and say thank you. If it's not you it's a nice picture but essentially a pointless thing to send, and since I don't know who they are I couldn't possibly know if it's you or not, could l?" He typed.
