Chapter 5- The Family Gathering, Day 1
My name is Nathan Owens Junior, but everyone calls me Nate. I have two sisters. One older and one younger. My older sister's name is Nathanielle, and my younger sister is Nathalynn. Yeah. My parents had no imagination when it came to baby names.
My Mom's name is Jasmine, and she is as beautiful as her name suggests. Dad, God love him, was in the military and moved around a lot. At some point, he was stationed somewhere near Brazil. Or, maybe he was on leave. Either way, that is where he met Mom. Also, she's eleven years younger than him, not that it is an issue. However, Mom is thirty-eight, and Nathanielle, my older sister, is twenty-two. Mom and Dad don't talk about it, but there is obviously a story there.
Putting that aside for now, Mom is of average height, 5 feet 5 inches. She is also of average weight for her voluptuously curvy body. Dad always says that she has curves like an old southern backroad, and I have to agree. Mom's breasts, I know because of doing the laundry, at least, that is my excuse, are exceptionally large 36-Es. When she's in a bathing suit, and during the late spring, summer, or early fall that is all day every day, her breasts hang like two perfect halves of an upside-down heart. When she's not careful they fall out of her top all too easily. No one mentions this, though. She just calmly puts them back in and we go about our family fun either at the pool or beach like nothing happened.
Her waist is so tiny it seems unnatural making her breasts seem all the larger and her hips and ass all the broader, thicker, and rounder. Mom is the most beautiful woman I've ever known.
Dad. He's a southern boy with a Welsh heritage. That means he's of an average height, 6 feet. An average weight, about two hundred and forty pounds, for a guy that is about to be forty-nine. He has stormy eyes that change from blue to aqua-green depending on his mood, exhaustion, and dress. He has pale skin that, when he tans, turns a bronze-red, and his hair is a dark golden color that bleaches out to a bright golden blonde.
Nathanielle inherited Mom's dark brown, almost black, hair. She has Mom's sex goddess curvaceous body and Brazilian brown skin. The only difference between her and Mom is that she is an inch taller than Mom, and her breasts are three cups larger being a 36-H in bra size. She got dad's blue eyes though, and with everything that she got from Mom, it made her the biggest heartthrob in the state. Well, in my book at least.
I take after Dad. The height. The build: broad across the shoulders and slim in the waist with what Mom calls my mile-long legs. I have Dad's skin, white in winter but as bronze red as a dragon in summer. I also have Dad's eyes, blue that shifts to aqua green. My hair though is from my mother. Dark brown, almost black.
Nathalynn, the baby of the family, is the strangest, most exotic, and probably the most beautiful of the women in our family. Unlike Nathanielle who looks so much like Mom, Nathalynn takes after Dad's side of the family in looks. This gives her a more square jaw, a widow's peak hairline, and almond eyes instead of slightly tilted-up eyes like Mom and Nathanielle. She was also, much to her chagrin, small-chested. Her breasts are perky and firm, perfect for her smaller chest, but that doesn't appease her. No matter what they are 30-Bs.
To add insult to injury, Nathalynn is also shorter, standing exactly five feet tall. Her waist is 30 inches, and her hips and ass are an extraordinary 36 inches. Comparatively speaking, if she had been as tall as Mom or Nathanielle, her hips would have been wider and her ass thicker and rounder than either of them. Aside from physical traits, she has a combination of Mom's dark chocolate eyes and dad's blue, making them a startling hazel with the right eye much bluer than the left. Lastly, she has Mom's Brazilian brown skin but dad's golden blonde hair.
So, this is us. A completely normal family of five. At least, that is how we appeared for years. The story I'm about to share is the beginning of the end of our facade of normality.
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It all started at our annual family gathering at my great-great-great-grandmother's house this year. To be as clear as mud let me explain who some of the family is and how we fit into it. All of Mom's family lives in Brazil, so we make a trip down there every couple of years to visit them. On my dad's side of the family, there is his mother's family and his father's family. Both are equally large, and both are like oil and water. Refusing to mix the further back in generations they go. So, we usually attend both family gatherings separately. This time it happens to be Dad's mother's side of the family.
Great-great-grandma Henrietta lives in Florida in a very large bay-front house with nine bedrooms. Five rooms of which are downstairs including the master bedroom. There is a large indoor pool with a man-made mountain that doubles as a diving cliff for the pool, a slide, and stairs to the second level of the house where there is another common area and four more bedrooms.
To adequately describe just how large the family is, first, there is great-great-grandma Henrietta, and then her four daughters. The oldest of them being my great-grandma. The middle daughters are divorced. The youngest daughter died of cancer years ago.
My great-grandmother, Marjorie Ridinger, is still married and has four children. Grandma Charline is the oldest. She is also Grandma Henrietta's first grandchild, which makes my father the first great-grandchild, and Nathanielle the first great-great-grandchild.
So, there is some overlap between our family and the rest of the family. While grandchildren were still being born, great-grandchildren were being born too, and so on. From Grandma Henrietta's four daughters, there are thirteen grandchildren, twenty-eight great-grandchildren, and six great-great-grandchildren.
Now, I know that this is all pretty confusing. Hell, it is confusing to me and I'm part of the family. So, at the end of my story, I will include an appendix with the family tree so you can see how everyone is related.
Just to start and make my feelings clear, I didn't even want to come on this trip. I have a girlfriend. Her name is Janine Fredrick, and I would have much rather spent my spring break on some vacation beach lotioning her body and letting my fingers probe and massage the hills and valleys of her curvaceous body. At least, that is how I felt at the time. I said as much too, but Dad vetoed my feelings and plans.
"This happens once a year," He said dogmatically, "You'll get to see your cousins. It will be fun!"
I really, really hoped so.
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It was a three-hour drive from where we lived in South Alabama to Florida. The first day everyone arrived hugs and handshakes were exchanged. Laughter and excited talking filled the house, and thank god half the family lived in Florida because there was no way everyone was going to get a bed, or even a couch otherwise. Thankfully, Grandma Charline and her sisters all lived nearby except for Aunt Louise who was dead. Uncle Patrick, Aunt Louise's widowed husband, showed up with his daughters, Stephanie and Jennifer, and their families. Together they took three of the four guest rooms downstairs. Thankfully, Grandma Charline, Aunt Gale, and Aunt Barbara were all able to board some of their families.
That left Mom and Dad taking the last and smallest of the guest rooms downstairs. Upstairs, thirty-one grandkids and a few including Uncle David and Aunt Eleanor split the four bedrooms and the large common room. The solution agreed upon was a coed slumber party. Not that I am into coed anything with my cousins.
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The sleeping arrangements were finalized between the adults. Most of us were in our twenties so it didn't seem to matter, so we, Nathanielle, Nathalynn, and I, were informed by Mom and Dad that we were sleeping in the first upstairs room together with Aunt Elizabeth, Aunt Samantha, Bethany, and Bianca.
Aunt Sam and Elle are Dad's younger sisters. Sam is thirty-seven, and Elle is thirty-two. Ten and twelve years younger than my dad. They were the guard dogs to make sure my sisters, cousins, and I all behaved.
"I," Aunt Elle said with a smile, "Will be sleeping next to you, Nate, while you will be sleeping on the outside. The girls will sleep between me and Sam who will sleep on the other side of the bed. This way no one leaves without Sam or me knowing about it."
Honestly, it could have been worse. The next room had Uncle David and Aunt Eleanor in it with their three kids, Tristan, Aiden, and Kathryn, who were sleeping on the floor.
I decided to not focus on the inconveniences of our sleeping arrangements and instead focus on enjoying myself. Sometime later, after talking and snacks I went to my room. My bag was where I left it in a corner. Grabbing my swimsuit, I went to the private bathroom to change just in case my sisters or aunts came in to do something similar. The door opened on silent hinges and standing in the middle of the bathroom with her bathing suit in one hand and her clothes on the floor beneath her feet was Nathanielle. My sister!
Her beautiful blue eyes opened wide in shock when she saw me, then she looked past me into the room and seeing that it was only me hissed, "In or out!"
