Representing at the Family Reunion
Copyright© 2025 by D. Fritz
Chapter 2: The Trip from Hell
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 2: The Trip from Hell - 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
Carl encountered his first problem with the trip as soon as he arrived at the check-in counter. Because Carrie was not making the trip and he needed only one seat, the attendant thought he could change Carl’s seat without asking him in order to accommodate the couple that was checking in with the attendant at the next terminal. Carl tried not to make a scene since he was still in first class but he did get moved from an aisle seat to a window seat.
With a final glare and a curt nod to the attendant, Carl took his boarding pass and headed to security. Even though he was traveling first class, and had all of the pre-approvals needed for quick passage through security, Carl was flagged down by a guard and forced to remove his shoes, belt, and jacket. He tried to remain calm and follow instructions while muttering about the massive decline in the air travel experience.
At the gate, Carl had to wait over two hours since Carrie had dropped him off early. He opened a book on his phone and started to read, but within two chapters he realized it was a story he had no interest in finishing. He tried to browse the online store but the cell signal in the airport was terrible and he did not trust the public WiFi. Instead, he went to the terminal gift shop and found a physical paperback book to read for the flight. Back at the gate, a family of five – parents with three very unruly and loud children – had taken the seat he had claimed in the corner where he was before going to buy a book.
He dropped into an empty seat as far away from the annoying loud family and opened his newly purchased paperback. He was immediately accosted by a woman’s voice.
“You didn’t have to be such a dick at the counter.”
Carl didn’t look up at first. He assumed a woman was complaining to her husband.
“Hey, you still going to be a dick?”
He looked up. The lady from the couple at the counter that took his seat was glaring at him from the opposite seat. He shook his head and tried to look down at his book to read. Luckily, the gate agent called the start of boarding for first class and he was able to ignore the annoying woman.
Carl tucked his electronics bag in the bin above his seat, took his seat, and buckled himself into the chair. His bad morning continued when the flight attendant told him they did not have any apple juice onboard. Only orange juice and coffee for this flight. While he waited for his coffee the annoying lady and her husband sidled into “their” seats in the row behind Carl. She sat directly behind Carl. Within minutes, she crossed her legs and started wiggling her ankle, hitting his chair on each up-kick.
After a very deep breath and a slow-count to ten, Carl unbuckled his belt, turned and rose to his knee on his seat to face the woman.
“Ma’am,” he said in his most calm voice, “I don’t know what’s going on, but you have two seats together. My reaction at the counter was because I was not asked. Had the agent asked, I probably would have switched without a second thought. In the terminal, I don’t know why you called me a dick, but in my opinion, the best response was no response. And now, you are kicking my chair. Please stop.”
As he turned and re-buckled his belt, he heard the woman behind him. “What a double-digit dick. Probably didn’t get laid last night and he has blue balls.”
Carl took another deep breath and counted to ten. Then he did it again. He hoped this was not a precursor to what he would face at the family reunion.
The flight arrived in Raleigh on time. Carl stood as soon as the fasten seat belts chime sounded. He opened the overhead and made an effort not to look at or engage the twosome in the row behind his seat. Luckily, the man in the seat across the aisle was also quick to stand, effectively blocking everyone in the latter rows of first class.
It was a long walk, but Carl quickly made it to baggage claim, ready to grab his suitcase and golf clubs. His suitcase was the first bag out. His golf clubs never appeared. Twenty minutes after the conveyor started it stopped without dispensing his golf clubs and Carl found himself talking to a surely overweight man at baggage claim.
“Yes, sir, I understand, your golf clubs did not show up,” the main said in an overly pronounced southern accent.
The main chewed a toothpick which infuriated Carl for no good reason.
“Lemme check,” the man said, but first took his huge cup of soda and took a very long pull off a very dirty straw.
“I see the problem,” he said as he poked the keyboard with one finger while carefully putting his soda cup down.
Carl prodded, “And that would be?”
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