Representing at the Family Reunion
Copyright© 2025 by D. Fritz
Chapter 1: Planning to Travel
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 1: Planning to Travel - Carrie and Carl have been married for about a year. Before the wedding, Carl attended Carrie’s family’s annual family reunion and had an awful experience. Now, a year later, she has convinced him to give her family another chance before they go to an all-inclusive Caribbean resort for their one-year anniversary. Nothing goes according to what Carl expected.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction Incest
“Have you seen my black socks?” yelled Carl from the closet. He could hear Carrie’s sigh from the bedroom.
“Yes. Remember, I told you that I moved your dress socks into the shoebox next to your shoes.”
Carl rolled his eyes, both because of what Carrie had done, and because he had forgotten that she did tell him where the socks were located. When he got promoted at work, he was able to work from home more often. That meant that he rarely needed to wear dress socks. Carrie took the opportunity to throw away anything that was slightly worn and keep only the best of what remained. She then put them in a shoebox in the closet to clear space in the dresser drawer.
“Found them,” he yelled back.
Carrie was standing over a open suitcase on the bed. It was almost 10:00 PM and she was frustrated that they had delayed packing for the trip to her family reunion until the last minute. She wore only panties since she hoped to throw clothes in the bag, zip it, then crawl into bed when done packing.
If asked, she would say they were packing for a 10-day vacation. Carl would say it was going to be two days of hell followed by an eight-day vacation. They were scheduled to fly to North Carolina the following morning to attend Carrie’s family’s annual two-day reunion on Saturday and Sunday. On Monday morning, they would continue to the Caribbean for a week-long stay at an all-inclusive resort for their one-year anniversary.
“What clothes should I pack for the reunion?” Carl asked for at least the tenth time.
Carrie bit her tongue so she did not immediately spout the sassy comeback that came to mind. Instead, she patiently answered, “You were there last year and know what to expect. Saturday morning will be an informal day at the camp, then Saturday night a few family members will meet at mom and dad’s house for drinks before going to dinner. Informal clothes – shorts and polo or t-shirt for Saturday morning, then slacks and a button-up for Saturday night. For dinner, I think dad got reservations at The Majestic Rooftop – a five-star steakhouse – and that’s why we need the dress clothes.
Carl dropped his shoes, black socks, dress shirt, slacks, and sports coat across the suitcase. He turned to the dresser to find shorts.
“Oh? You hadn’t told me the part about dinner.” His voice had lightened as he was clearly interested in a good steak dinner if he had to spend the weekend with her family.
“I was going to surprise you, but you were getting yourself so worked up that it seemed better to give you a bit of good news now.”
He sheepishly grinned as he turned to take Carrie into his arms. He kissed her lightly and smiled before pecking her on the lips again and reaching for her naked breast.
“You are full of surprises, aren’t you?” He rubbed her boob but before he could go any further she deftly spun out of his grip.
“Not yet,” she said with a smirk. “We still have to finish packing. Go get your toiletries.”
Carl paused for a moment, thinking maybe he could convince her to delay packing for a little bit, but when he saw the look in her eyes, he knew that the packing was going to be completed before there was any play time.
While Carl pulled items from the bathroom medicine cabinet he heard Carrie’s cell phone ring. He wondered who was calling her so late. He could not hear exactly what she was saying but it did register that her voice was getting louder in anger. He took the last of what he needed and headed back into the bedroom.
“Yes, of course, I understand. See you tomorrow,” Carrie said as she hung up the phone.
“What’s going on?” Carl asked, both fearful that the trip was in jeopardy but also a bit hopeful that the trip – at least the first few days – was in jeopardy.
“The fucking line workers went on strike,” Carrie said.
The workers had been threatening a strike for weeks. No one thought they would actually do it since they were not part of a union but rather a rag-tag group that did not seem to have any leadership or direction, other than saying they wanted higher pay, more vacation, and better benefits. All the things that every worker in the world wanted.
“What does that have to do with you?” Carl asked.
“It means all of management has to go to the factory tomorrow and work on the line. Bernie got United Solids to sign a huge contract but it had a tight delivery schedule. He assumed the strike was a bluff and there would not be a problem getting the product off the line in time to fulfill the contract.”
The line workers were furious when they learned of the contract. It also galvanized them into a singular mindset and they quickly put together a plan to go on strike at the last minute and put the new contract into a high risk status to force the bosses to capitulate to their demands.
“If we do not deliver the United Solids work by Monday, we’ll effectively give them the order for free, plus a huge discount on their next order. It also means we will run behind on the next two that were put on hold until this one finished. And if they are delayed there will be additional penalties.”
“So what you are saying is that Bernie is a greedy son-of-a-bitch that got caught with his hand in the cookie jar and now everyone has to jump to pull his ass out of the fire?”
“Basically, yes,” Carried grunted as she roughly pushed Carl’s clothes into the suitcase and pulled hers out and tossed them onto the bed.
“Wait, what are you doing? Why are you packing my clothes and not yours?”
“I have to work the line Friday, and probably Saturday, but it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t go to the reunion.”
She saw the look of disbelief and quickly continued. “We’re married. Now you can represent me at the reunion.”