Representing at the Family Reunion
Copyright© 2025 by D. Fritz
Chapter 3: Dinner with the Family
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 3: Dinner with the Family - 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
“Hey, babe,” Carrie said when she called twenty minutes later in response to his text. “I was able to get someone to take my place on the line for a few minutes.”
Carl grunted and told her the latest news. “I am in the hotel lobby. With the shit-storm that blew the plumbing, any rooms they may have had in reserve are no longer available. My deposit was returned and I have to find another hotel.”
He turned to see if the woman at the desk could hear his tirade. If she could, she did not give any indications.
“Oh, no,” was all he heard from Carrie.
“I have my bag next to me in a chair in the lobby, using their shitty WiFi on my phone to try and find a room at another hotel.”
Carl could hear typing. Carrie said, “Hold on, I’m in an office and can get online with this computer. I’ll search for a hotel, too.”
“That’s good,” he grunted. “Maybe with a faster connection and a larger screen, you can find something more quickly.”
As Carrie typed she muttered, “I’m so sorry. I know you are only there because I insisted you go and represent me at the family reunion.”
“Not the time,” Carl retorted. “Let’s just find me a different hotel.”
Carrie was quiet for a several minutes as she searched. Finally, she said, “I am still looking. Is there a bar at the hotel? Go get a drink and I’ll call you back in few minutes.”
“OK,” Carl sighed. “Call once you find something.” He hung up and grabbed for his bag’s handle. At the counter he asked about a bar. The woman he spoke with earlier was just as unfriendly. She only glanced up and nodded her head toward the left.
“Thanks for nothing,” Carl spat.
Carl trundled off in the direction indicated until he saw an opened double door with the word “cafe” suspended from the ceiling above the entrance. He hoped the cafe included booze. Inside, there was no one at the front podium. A small sign indicated patrons should seat themselves.
There was a booth in the corner. Carl made a beeline for it, put his bag on the side facing away from the door, then dropped heavily into the other side. He looked for a menu and saw nothing so he sat in silence and pouted. A few minutes later a dour waitress approached.
“What can I get you?” she blandly asked.
Carl looked at her with a scowl. Before he could speak she snipped, “If you are having a bad day, don’t take it out on me. Just order your drink and get drunk.”
His eyes widened at her audacious response. “A bad day?” he started, then stopped. He wanted to rip her a new one, then go back to the front desk and continue his path of destruction. Instead, he took a breath, looked down at the tabletop, then took another deep breath.
He slowly said, “The plumbing in this fucking hotel just exploded and my room is full of shit. Literally. All the shit from the floor above me poured into my bathroom. The front desk said there are are no other rooms available, so I have to find a room somewhere else. So, yeah, I am having a shitty day. Literally.”
The waitress was unmoved. She stood with pen in hand waiting for Carl to order.
“Oh, fuck,” he said, “just bring me whatever you have on tap.”
She turned without saying a word and shuffled toward the bar. A few minutes later she returned and put a tall glass of beer on the table followed by two shots.
“It’s all on the house. Shots are whiskey.”
She turned before he could say anything and headed back to the bar. Carl stared at her back as she retreated. His phone rang.
“Carrie, please tell me you found something.”
“Not yet, but I have to get back on the line. Go meet my family for dinner and I’ll know more when you are done.”
Carl sighed, resigned to his fate. “Where is dinner?”
Carried paused, knowing the reaction she was likely to get. “It’s at the Golden Corral.”
There was a long silence. “Carl? You there?”
“Yeah. I passed it on the way to the hotel. What time?”
Carrie paused again. This was not what she expected. She thought he would offer a colorful, expletive-filled response to meeting her family, then another when told the restaurant. With neither, she was somewhat worried.
“Are you OK?” she asked tentatively.
“No, of course not. This trip has been doomed from the outset and the hits just keep coming. The staff has to be the most unfriendly lot of people I’ve ever seen. And now I am to meet your family at a buffet filled with mostly fried foods and greasy sides? At least the bar gave me free booze.”
“Maybe the free drinks are a sign that your luck is about to turn?” offered Carrie.
“Unlikely,” said Carl. “What time is dinner? Who is going to be there?”
“Dad said they would arrive in about thirty minutes. It sounds like it will be mom and dad, my brother and his wife, and a cousin and his wife.”
“Splendid,” said Carl.
Carrie commiserated with him for a few more minutes then said, “You better get going. They always get to dinner early.”
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