The Family Reunion_(1)

I really didn’t want to attend the family reunion this year. I was the oldest of all of my cousins and always ended up babysitting the smaller ones, fighting off the older ones and having a real bad time. I begged my parents but to no avail. I was attending and there was no way out of it. “This year would be different,” my mom said. That’s what she said last year.

I was almost an adult now; well I was 15 this year and that made me an adult. Well, okay, if not an adult, then too old to babysit anyway and I talked my mom into assigning one of the older girls to take on that responsibility. Let one of them graduate into that chore, I had some serious eating to do this year to fill out my hollow leg. You see, I was a typical 15 year old young man ready to experience life but too young to know what to do. So I thought that I would stand around, look terribly bored and eat a lot.

We were to meet out at Uncle Elmer and Aunt Julie’s farm this year since it was their turn to host the annual affair. They owned a wheat farm and had a small brood of kids, some of which I babysat last year and were really quite a nice family. All of Daddy’s brothers and sister would be there and that meant a lot of kids; twenty three to be exact.

Of the twenty three, I was the oldest; there were my twin sisters, four years behind me. I had one boy cousin who was 13 and his twin sister and they had a sister. Then there was a gaggle of little girls ranging in age from 5 up to 11, a couple of boys under 5 and three babies. All in all, our family totaled 35 counting my Grandpa and Grammy.

We always met on the 1st Sunday of September, before school started yet after the harvesting season. Sometimes we met at the park down by the river but mainly we tried to meet at one of my uncles’ houses. This year, as I mentioned, it was at the farm.

The day of the reunion came and the five of us traveled by car to my uncle’s place and arrived a little early so we helped my aunt set up the tables and such and it sometimes left me alone with the food to sample and taste. There was one thing about my family, we had some real good cook and they all loved to show off at the reunion with their specialties. That was one reason I loved to come, especially now since I wasn’t the designated babysitter any longer.

Everyone began to straggle in and the games were on. The men got in a circle and talked about crops, politics and the upcoming football season, while the women flocked around the kitchen tables, busily preparing the food for everyone. The little kids were busy running in circles, playing some active game while the older ones looked on not knowing whether to join in with the little ones or find something else to do. They mostly just stood around doing nothing.

I noticed my 13 year old boy cousin had his eye on my twin sisters and was prowling around her, not knowing what to do, but obviously wanted to go up and talk to her. I chuckled at his infantile attempt to converse with her. My gosh, why didn’t he just go up and talk to her. He used to talk to her all the time and think nothing of it. Now he was 13 and you’d think that he was meeting her for the first time or something, Kids!

I started looking around for his twin sister, not really noticing if I had seen her yet. They were the closest to my age and last year we hung out together, when I wasn’t babysitting and I got to know her pretty well. She wore her long hair in pigtails last year and could out run her brother in a second. I was just about to go over and ask him where his sister was, when I spotted her coming out of the house carrying a dish full of food.

I stopped and stared; I know my mouth must have flown open. This wasn’t my cousin was it? What happened to the little tomboyish girl in pedal pushers that could run circles around most boys? What happened to the little pigtailed, flat chested girl who could play softball, football and wrestle with the best of them? My gosh, she had grown up into a young lady and she was dressing and acting the part quite well.

She had grown some in height and was about 5’ or so and had gained some weight, but mainly she had started to fill out in all the right places. First of all, she wore her hair down around her shoulders, loosely contrasting the white dress with the light brownness of her mane. The line led directly to her chest area which blossomed out into the nicest 13 year-old protrusion imaginable. You could tell that they weren’t too big, just nicely shaped and protected by the outline of the white bra encasing them.

My eyes followed the line of her body downward to her firm, athletic tummy and her shapely hip flare. She was developing an hourglass figure at the age of 13 and I was in shock. Placing the dish down on the table, she glanced up at me and smiled a blushing little smile and turned her red face downward and turned back towards the house. I could make out the slightest hint of her panties as she walked away from me. My cock began to swell as I edged over and took another olive from the dish.

I wondered inside to the kitchen and tried to act nonchalant, but my mere presence told everyone that cared that I had something on my mind. I stood over by the interior door leading to the dining room and turned to watch as she left with another dish.