Representing at the Family Reunion
Copyright© 2025 by D. Fritz
Chapter 4: Friday Night
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 4: Friday Night - 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
“Welcome to our home,” Franklin said as he held open the door for Carl to enter.
Franklin swung the door closed and scooted around Carl.
“It’s small, but it is great for us. Now, after the baby is born, and certainly if more come, then we may need to move.”
“The house looks great,” Carl said as he scanned the small space.
The front door led to a reasonably sized living room. The kitchen flowed off to the left, with a small table and chairs in the corner of the kitchen under a bay window. A door before the kitchen was open and Carl could see a large bedroom.
Franklin saw where he looked and said, “That’s the master bedroom and bath. Come, take a look.”
If the living room looked moderate, the master bedroom and bath were the jewels of the house. The bedroom easily held the king-sized bed, dresser, and a valet for Helena. The bath had a large walk-in shower with two ceiling mounted shower heads and a hand-held spray nozzle.
“This is Helena’s brainchild,” Franklin said with pride. “Cost a small fortune, but it’s perfect.”
Carl did not try to hide his admiration. “It really is. This is fantastic.”
They went back to the living room. Franklin pointed to a small door on the other side of the room and then walked that way.
“Here,” he said as he opened the door, “is the guest wing.”
Carl thought Franklin was exaggerating by calling it a wing, but while small, it really was an independent section of the house for guests. The doorway led to a short hallway which opened to a tiny living space with two recliners and a mounted television, a bathroom, and a bedroom.
“This should be everything you need,” Franklin said. “Remote to the TV is there on the end table.”
He pointed to the bathroom and explained that the bathroom closet had plenty of towels. He also said that there was a card on the end table next to the bed with the guest WiFi name and password.
“Wow, you really do have a great set up for guests,” Carl said sincerely. “Thanks again for letting me stay.”
“Of course, you’re family. Take a minute to get settled then join us for a drink.”
Carl pulled his bag into the bedroom and flopped it open on the dresser. He pulled off his clothes and put on sweats and pair of lounging loafers. In the living room, he found Helena sitting on the couch with a glass of bubbly liquid while Franklin poured a drink in the kitchen.
“It’s just soda water,” Franklin said when he saw Carl. “Being pregnant means she shouldn’t have alcohol. Are you OK with tequila?”
“Sounds great,” Carl said as he took a seat on a recliner. Until now Helena had not said a word.
“I hope everything is sufficient in the guest space,” she finally said after taking a sip of her drink.
Carl looked and saw that she had also changed her clothes. She wore a high-necked gown and fuzzy slippers. Her hair was quickly twisted into a haphazard bun on top of her head.
“Yes, it’s perfect. Great for guests.”
“Maybe not so much for a baby, but we’ll make it work,” Helena said.
Franklin handed Carl his drink and gave Helena a look. “It will be fine. We have the monitors and will be able to keep track of the baby regardless of how far the room is from ours.”
Carl thought this was a well-worn argument and concentrated on his drink.
The three settled into chairs and discussed his trip again, plus their current work statuses, and the what to expect the next day.
“It will be a big day tomorrow, so I am going to call it a night,” announced Franklin. He looked to Helena. She just nodded and stood. She pointed to Carl’s empty glass.
“Would you like a refill before we go to bed?”
“No, thank you,” he said.
“If you do, the bottle is in the kitchen. Help yourself.”
Carl stood. “Thank you again for letting me stay. You have a great home. Looking forward to tomorrow.”
It looked like Helena smirked a bit with his comment but smiled in return.
“Of course, have a good night.”
Carl sat in the guest living room punching the remote control trying to find anything to watch. Of course, Helena and Franklin did not have any premium cable channels, nor any streaming services. As he continued to surf the channels he called Carrie.
“Hey babe,” she purred as soon as she answered the phone. “Is everything OK?”
Carl spoke quietly as not to be overheard. He already had the volume turned up a little to avoid hearing anything from the other side of the house.
“Speak up,” Carrie said, “I can barely hear you.”
When he explained that the TV volume was turned up a little in order to avoid hearing anything from Helena and Franklin she laughed.
“What? That’s funny?” he asked.
Carrie caught her breath and said, “Yeah. She may be pregnant, but that’s got to be a one-time-fuck. Growing up, we thought Franklin was gay.”
“Possibly being gay doesn’t mean he wouldn’t have sex,” Carl offered.
“Yeah, but he’s such an awkward douche no one can figure how he ever got a girl, let alone Helena.”
Carrie had never said much about her family so this took Carl by surprise.
“Yeah, in high school, Franklin would trip over his feet and stutter if any girl even said hello. Helena was the polar opposite. She was rumored to be easy and would fuck anyone.”
Carl finally found his voice. “Yeah, doesn’t seem like an obvious pairing.”
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