Chapter 9: The Rest of the Family Arrives

Back in the kitchen it was all hustle and bustle as the food was getting set out. My Aunt Shari looked at me and narrowed her eyes with concern.

“Are you OK dear?” she asked, “You look a bit flushed.”

I just smiled and replied, “I’m fine, just too much running around I guess.” What I really wanted to tell her was, “I’m fine, your son just fucked me and I can still feel his cum in me!”

She seemed to accept that - after all she would have never dreamed in her worst nightmares what the truth was so we all went downstairs to watch the pre-game shows.

My Uncle Paul and Aunt Julie showed up soon afterwards. My older cousins Laura and Ginny were both married and wouldn’t be making it today which meant everyone was here now that was going to show up. My dad was kicked back in his recliner while his older brother Paul staked claim to my mom’s chair leaving the rest of us to find a seat on the rest of the furniture or just lay on the rug in the middle of the floor.

Kristen, Tammy and Kate all laid out together on the floor with their legs behind them. Kristen’s skirt wasn’t hiding very much and I could see both my Aunt Shari and Aunt Julie whispering to each other as they glanced at her apparently thinking nobody knew what they were doing. My mom certainly did and she in turn whispered something to my Aunt Linda who just put her hand over her face to cover her smile.

It was funny how different the two pairs of women were. My mom and Aunt Linda were sisters whereas Shari and Julie were not related other than by their husbands so it was natural for them to pair off the way they did. But it was far more than just bloodlines that differentiated the two pairs of women. If my Aunts Shari and Julie had even an inkling of what went on in the rest of the family I don’t doubt they would have either gotten a divorce (in Shari’s case) or at least never met with us again.

It was too bad really. I looked at how close Kristen and I were with our mothers and although my cousins seemed to get along OK with their parents, it was obvious they wouldn’t claim that they were “best friends” like I can with my mine.

Rick was sitting on the couch with his dad leaving me to decide where to find my place - with them on the couch or with my cousins on the floor. I figured since I was the oldest I would sit on the couch so I plopped down in a narrow opening between Rick and Uncle Jim, pushing them aside as I wiggled my way between them.

“Kelly, that was rude,” my mother chastised me from across the room where she and Aunt Linda shared the love seat.

“Oh don’t worry Mary,” my uncle laughed, “there’s plenty of room here for the three of us.”I glanced over at my Aunt Shari who was sitting on a chair next to Aunt Julie. Her lips were pursed slightly and I could tell she didn’t approve of me but then she never did anyway. My mom had told me before that Aunt Shari was always lecturing her about the way she let me dress and hang around with guys all the time. She even had the nerve to call me a slut to my mom’s face. This wasn’t the teasing kind of “slut” that my parents liked to call me but rather the hurtful kind as if I was being bad or something.

My mom hadn’t talked much to her for a while after that but since then things had relaxed to a truce between them. Fortunately, no matter how slutty she thought I was, she never even considered that her son might actually be fucking me - let alone fucking my mom! She was the type that would condemn all sex except between a husband and wife (and even then only to make babies) so I doubt she would have been very understanding of her husband’s activities either!

Sometimes I have to admit that I question whether it is right for Rick and Uncle Jim to fuck me without her permission. I’ve always felt incest was only successful and proper when BOTH parents at least KNEW about it, even if both didn’t actively participate. Take my mom’s life when she was growing up with her parents. Her dad had fucked her and her sister without them ever doing anything with her mom, but at least she knew about it and approved, if somewhat reluctantly. I worried sometimes what might happen if my aunt ever learned by accident what we did. Well, if it’s OK with my parents then I guess it’s OK with me.

For the next hour or so things went as they probably were in households around the country. We watched TV, ate junk food, and gabbed. In some ways it was almost like Christmas again without the presents and decorations.