Playing House_(0)

When I was a child, I used to look forward to family reunions, because it was one of the rare occasions that I was able to play with other kids. Being an only child, the family reunions were a sure thing for me to have play mates. I had one cousin who was my favorite playmate. His name was Josh. Josh was the youngest son of my dad’s sister

Aunt Jane and her husband Pete. Josh and I would play house, Go Fish, and cry when it was time for us to leave, and we would not see each other until the next reunion. As I got older, the reunions were not as fun. My aunt caught my uncle naked with their oldest son’s girl friend and that was the end of their marriage. Being a single mom with 3 sons, she could not afford to travel fourteen hours to the reunion every year, so Josh and I lost touch.

It was two weeks before the family reunion, when my Dad came down stairs with a big smile. My Mom and I were in the kitchen putting away the dinner dishes. He comes in very excited.

“Honey, I just received an email from Jane. She is going to be at the reunion this year.”

“Oh David, Really?”

“Yes, she said that she was driving down a day or so before the reunion and wanted to know if she could stay with us so she would not have to pay for a hotel.”

“Sure she can dear. Are the boys coming too?”

“She didn’t say, but she did ask if ‘we could stay’ so I assume that at least one of the will come.”

Dad and Mom exchanged plans on who can sleep where, and I could tell that my Dad was excited. He and Aunt Jane had stayed in touch via phone and email. When work would take him with in three hours of her town, he would go out of the way to check on her, but it had been a couple years since they had spent significant time together and that was at Timmy’s wedding. Timmy was her oldest son. I had not made that trip because it was the same time as church camp, and dad said I would have more fun at camp, so he didn’t make me go.

I went up stairs and into my room. I pulled a photo album off my book shelf and sat on my bed. I flipped through the pages. Most of the photos were me, from my birth, first birthday up until present time. There were a couple pages of past reunions. I smiled when I saw one of Josh and me. I had almost forgotten him. I closed the book and lay my head on my pillow staring up at the ceiling. My mind full of questions about whether he would come with Aunt Jane? What he looked like? Would he even remember me? A yell from my Dad brought me back to earth, and I got up and went down stairs.

The next couple of weeks were full of excitement. I had never seen my Dad this excited. Mom and I cleaned each crook and cranny of our house, while Dad mowed the yard and trimmed hedges. The Thursday before my Aunts arrival, we all went to the market and bought enough food and drinks to feed Pharaoh’s Army. After we got home, I showered and went to bed, leaving Dad up. I could tell he was too excited to sleep.

While lying in bed surfing the web on my phone, I typed Josh’s name into the search box of a social network site. There were a number of results looking for the one from the town he lived in. When I found it, I clicked and waited for it to load. When it loaded my eyes widened. His avatar was a picture of him in football pants, with his jersey draped across his shoulder, and bear chested. Josh had grown into a hunk. He had the family’s blonde hair and blue eyes, and great abs and pecs.

As I scrolled through his photos, I felt a stirring in my stomach and between my legs. I laid the phone down and let my hand slip inside my panties. As my fingers began to rub my clit, my mind created fantasies of my hunky cousin mounting me and taking my virginity. My fingers increased the pressure as my orgasm approached. My butt lifted off the bed as it hit. Then I drifted off to sleep.

My Dad woke me up early the next morning. As I dragged myself from the bed, I went to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready. I looked at myself in the mirror as I pulled my night shirt over my head. At the age of 16 I was still a virgin, but it was by my choice. Guys seemed to like me, I had long blonde hair that went mid way down my back, blue eyes, and I played softball so my body was toned. My hips were a 32, my waste was 28 and my breasts were a 34B, and I kept my pubic area smooth. I had let a couple guys finger me while I stroked them, but when things got really hot and heavy I would always stop. I gazed upon my reflection in the mirror and wondered if Josh would like how I had developed. I stepped into the shower.

After my shower, I dressed and headed down stairs.