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Holiday Gatherings
It was a large extended family
when the whole tribe got together. Four uncles, five aunts, several grandparents,
and about eighteen kids ranging in age from just born to twelve, and three
more were still in the oven. I was a husband, son-in-law, uncle, and
one of the younger, junior members, of the tribe at twenty-four. The
tribe made babies like the Mormon’s do, and like all good members of the
faith, they never used birth control.
It was a gossipy group, all the
aunt’s telling half truths and fretting about the goings on in the
family. The uncles were content to enjoy their solace chatting with each
other as they smoke cigars outside - just enjoying life. The older kids
took care of the younger ones, and the ‘women folk,’ cooked the meal.
And what a meal it was. Despite all the gossip, and grumblings,
the food was top notch. And as the whole family, save for most of the
younger members and the kids, were all beginning the trend of the ‘fat
American.’ Dessert was held as the crowing glory of the day.
Working in Television as a News
Producer and editor, I had access to just about any format of professional
and consumer grade video equipment. The 1990’s had seen the
commercialization of personal hand-held video cameras and just about everyone
in the family used theirs prolifically. Of course, while they shot
scenes of just about everything, they handed me their raw footage and asked
me kindly to edit them into a coherent production worthy of watching.
Aunt Sophie even bribed me with a pie a month if I did her edits. Now
Aunt Sophie made the most succulent blueberry pies the world had ever seen,
with a crust so flakey you needed to weigh it down with a cookie sheet to
keep it from flying away. I was a pie-aholic,
and blueberry pie was my favorite. Now Aunt Sophie didn’t use the
commercial high-bush blueberries, she used the smaller low-bush wild
blueberries that oozed the most intoxicating rich and tangy blueberry taste
imaginable.
Anyway… pie aside, I had
prepared a forty-five minute composite of the whole families events for the
past year and would be showing this to them all after dessert. It was a
collection of those really happy moments that all of us want to remember, or
the most embarrassing moments that nobody will let us ever forget.
While all of the women
contributed their talents to the meal, a surprising number of the men folk did
as well. Today there would be 43 people sitting for dinner.
Family meals were always held at Uncle Bill’s house. When he bought the
place he made sure that there was room for six, eight foot long tables that
could be set up in two rows of three each to accommodate the entire
family. There were no separate kids’ tables at that meal. The
sentiment was that everyone was a part of the family, and everybody ate
together. Yesterday, all the men folk had come to set up for the meal
today and my task was to find a place to put a large
video projector in the room so that it wouldn’t be interfered with by any of
the guests. The living room, dining room and family room was mostly
cleared of furniture and the tables and chair were set up – including the
extra tables for the food that lined one wall. It took six large
turkeys’ to feed the lot, plus twenty pounds of stuffing, gravy, and the rest
of the dishes. The food table was cleared after dinner and then was
filled with every imaginable dessert known to man. But trust me, the
pies went first.
For whatever reason about two
years ago, Aunt Emily’s daughter Lisa always managed to attach herself to me
at family gatherings, and today was no exception. Like a shadow she
followed me just about everywhere, unless she got distracted by some ruckus
that the other kids were making. Lisa was nearly eight, and she was
that mystifying combination of a rough and tumble tom boy, while at other
times she turned magically into a frilly little girl. Today, from what
I’d seen, she was alternating between the two personas; frilly little girl
when she was with me, and tom boy when she was with
the rest of the kids. She had a beautiful smile and her dimples were
always close to the surface. It was a warm day and she was wearing a
little medium blue and yellow print sleeveless shirt that mostly covered her
belly button, elastic wasted black shorts and sandals. At three-foot
six inches tall, she was short for her age. Like her mom she had a
smallish frame and because she was so active, there was no baby fat left on
her young body.
I always melted when she smiled
at me, and she did that a lot. It was her warming smile that amazed
me. Her wide medium thick lips were unique in that they had multiple
curves when she smiled, and her dimples were adorable. She smiled with
her whole face, and her huge wide-set dark brown eyes with dense super long
eyelashes just cut your heart in two when she batted them at you. Today
her hair was pulled back atop her head and tied off into two pony tails that
trailed down her long neck and half-way down her small back.
Every family meal was generally
cooked to perfection, but today it was extraordinary. The Turkey
breast was moist and perfectly cooked. The gravy and the Stuffing made
by Aunt Emily was a gift from heaven. You could smell the fresh sage as
it wafted up from the plate. Uncle Lucas had brought the wine, and this
year he chose some new kind that I really enjoyed. He told me later it
was from Austria.
I didn’t even know that they made wine in Austria
until that day. On the table there were wine glasses set up for
everyone, including the kids. If you were in first grade or older, you
got a small glass of wine, most of it watered down a little.
During dinner, talking was
limited. People didn’t eat this meal, they savored it. And after
Grandpa said grace, the family style meal was served in a specific order
starting with the salads, followed by the vegetables, then the bread and
sweet butter, and the last items to go around was the Turkey, followed by the
stuffing, followed by the gravy.
My wife and I sat next to each
other, as Lisa plunked her cute butt next to me. On her other side she
sat with her mom and her dad took residence across the table from her mom
looking after their younger son who was six.
It seemed that Lisa really
liked the wine that day. After finishing her first glass she said,
“This isn’t yucky like the others… I like it a lot. Can I have a little
more Uncle Ryan?”
Her mom overheard her and while
Lisa was looking at me she smiled and used her index finger and thumb to
indicate she could have another smaller serving. As I was pouring, my
wife hit my elbow and more went into the glass than I wanted. He mom
just shrugged her shoulders and turned back to her food.
“Thanks Uncle Ryan,” she said
as she lifted the glass and took a gulp.
She wasn’t the only one that
liked the wine that day. Uncle Lucas was surprised that all twelve bottles
of wine he had brought were empty after dinner.
Nearly fifty minutes later,
every one had their fill and in truth was just about ready for nap time.
The moms corralled the kids to help clear the table but Lisa surprised
me as she hung back as the kids started collecting plates. When the
adults were mostly not looking, she took a larger wine glass with a little
left over wine in it and then ran down one side of the table filling her
glass almost full from the remains of the others. She hid the glass
from view and then went on to help clearing the table. The men headed outside
for another smoke and some brandy.
Thirty minutes later the men
were summoned for dessert. In seconds, the cigars were snuffed out,
drinks were left where they stood and we flocked back to the serving
line. While dinner was past around the table, dessert brought
fresh clean dinner plates stacked at one end of the food table. A line
formed and the family took what they wanted from the assortment. Kids
under ten years old got smaller salad plates that they highly
protested.
Aunt Nora always brought a five
gallon bucket of the richest, yellowiest, French vanilla ice cream known to
man. She wouldn’t tell anyone where she got it, but it was the last
item on the table.
On my plate were two pieces of
blueberry pie, and a reasonably large portion of Peach cobbler that Aunt
Megan had made, plus a lot of the ice cream, and of course a large glass of
whole milk.
My wife laughed at me and said,
“If you don’t start going easier on dessert you’re going to get as large as
Uncle Matt. Marge told me he’s tipping the scales at over three-hundred
pounds now.”
“Well honey,” I said, “I’m
six-foot four and weigh one sixty five. When I get close to two
hundred, tell me that again,” smiled at her and went back to my pie.
About an hour after dessert, I
was asked to start showing the video. The food table had a few desserts
left, and the coffee was ready to serve as the family returned to the
table. I had it set up so that I could sit at the far end of the table
to handle the remote and stay close to the video projector. The large
screen was in-place and I sat down to start the video. When Lisa saw
where I was sitting, she abandoned her dinner seat and without asking just
plopped down on my lap splaying her legs over both of mine.
The drapes were drawn and the light were turned off, as I hit the play button and the
screen in front came to life.
About three minutes into the video,
Lisa turned her head to look up at me and said, “Uncle Ryan, my tummy hurts.”
I smiled down at her and said,
“It was probably all that wine you drank.”
She put her finger across her
pretty lips and said, “Shhhh. Don’t tell mom,
okay?”
“I promise,” I said to her
sincerely.
Not thirty seconds later she
whispered, “Aren’t you going to rub it?”
“Rub what?” I asked.
“My tummy silly… make it
better.” That was followed with a cute little hiccup.
Lisa was a little tipsy for
sure. I could hear it in her voice. So I put my hand on top of
her shirt and started to rub it gently as my eyes went back to the
video.
Not long after she pulled her
shirt up and took my hand and put in on her bare skin then pulled the shirt
over it.
It was really strange… her skin
was so soft and as my fingers passed over her belly button, it gave me a
tingle that at that moment I didn’t understand. I slowly massaged her
tummy paying close attention to her navel. It was an innie-outtie with more innie
than outty. My hand covered most of her
stomach and the more I was touching her the more I was enjoying it.
While I could feel her tiny ribs under that firm flesh, my hand ventured
sometimes a little higher and sometimes down to the elastic waist band of her
shorts. After about three minutes of this, I pulled my hand away from
her stomach and sipped some of my coffee.
After I put the coffee back
down, she took my hand again and put it back under her shirt.
I said, “Doesn’t it feel better
by now sweetie?”
“Some, but it still is
hurting. Please….?” She pleaded with me.
So I started to rub her stomach
again, and the more I rubbed, as my fingers massaged her belly button she
started squirming in my lap and her stomach muscles sometimes twitched.
At one point I realized that
unintentionally I was also rubbing my fingers sometimes around her little
nipples. When I noticed that, I also noticed that I was starting to get
a woody. That shocked me, and I stopped doing that very quickly.
I looked around the table to see if anyone had noticed but all eyes were
watching the screen.
After going back to her tummy,
Lisa soon took my hand and moved it higher on her chest.
I whispered in her ear, “That’s
not your tummy.”
She leaned her head back to
look at me upside down and said. “I know… but it makes me feel better.
It kinda tingles, and I like it.” Then she blushed a little and giggled.
Every time I moved my hand
down, she moved it higher. So I just eventually stopped and took my
hand away.
Not long after she took my hand
but this time she put half of my hand on her skin and half on her
shorts. I took another gulp of coffee and thought I’d certainly get
caught and that would end my welcome here and at home. I moved my hand
back up to her tummy and resumed my touching. But I was also amazed
that this was so erotic to me. I’d never messed with kids before, and
never had I… oh well, I thought, it’s just the wine.
A couple of minutes later at
the same time she took my hand and moved it lower - her head arched back and
quietly said, “Really… it hurts lower. Please Uncle Ryan?”
This time she’d moved my hand
so that two of my fingers were under the elastic of her waist band. I
mean, damn, the shorts were sort of hip huggers anyway, but now I was even
getting curious as to how far she wanted to take this.
As she was still looking at me
I said, “Okay… but just for a little while and then we have to stop. My
hand is getting tired.”
She shrugged her shoulders,
smiled and said, “Oh… okay,” and then started watching the video again.
I had arranged the nice
segments based on families, and the funny embarrassing parts were used as
segue’s between each family. So, around the room there were alternate Ooos and Ahhh and isn’t that
sweet comments interspersed with loud laughter.
My hand was now rubbing her
lower tummy and as I moved my hand from side to side, I could feel her hip
bones under my hand. My focus was now almost completely on Lisa.
Her head was laying flat against my shoulder, her eyes were closed, and her
breathing was getting deeper. At the same time, I was getting harder
inside my underwear.
In a surprise move, she moved
my hand up off of her shorts and then lifting the waist band of her shorts
and panties she shoved my hand completely under both layers of
clothing. My third finger and pinky were now sitting at the top of her
pubic ridge, and I stopped my hand cold. My heart skipped three beats,
and because she hadn’t let go of my hand and I wasn’t moving it, she decided
to move it around on top of her cleft.
With great regret I pulled my
hand away and shifted her so I could look at her face.
I quietly whispered in her ear,
“I can’t do that honey… I’m really sorry and I love you a lot, but grownups don’t
do that. Please understand?”
Her look gave me concern as she
said, “Please don’t tell mommy what I did?”
I hugged her and said, “No
honey, I’m not going to say anything. I’d be the one to get in real
trouble if I did.”
She completely turned around on
my lap to face me and as she did, she put her small hand right on top of my
hard cock. Stopping her turn for a moment, she encircled it and
squeezed it a little.
Blushing, she looked back to me
directly in my eye and said with some confidence, “Was that a good or a bad
touch?”
I couldn’t tell her that I
really liked it, so I avoided the question entirely and said, “It was an
accident.”
She giggled as she hugged me,
gave me a kiss on my cheek and then jumped off my lap and walked behind me stopping
at the table that she had stashed her wine glass under. She drank half
of it, smacked her lips and then headed towards the hallway. That was
probably the biggest surprise so far.
Thank heavens, I
thought, This is finally over.
She returned about five minutes
later and this time she jumped up on just my right leg. She slouched
down a little and pulled the table cloth over her shorts, took my hand and
put it right back where it had been. Immediately she looked up at me
and whispered, “I had to pee… sorry.”
Shit was the only word
that came into my mind.
Then I noticed something
fundamentally different as my fingers moved a little. I pulled
her up a little higher so I could whisper in her ear. “What happened to
your panties?” I asked her startled.
She giggled, “They were all wet
and yucky, you know… down there, so I took them off and put them in my
pocket. Besides they were cutting me inside my crack and that was
hurting me a little,” she said blushing. Then she laughed at something
from the video, but at the same time took my hand again and pushed it under
her shorts, and then covered her shorts with the table cloth. While she did
that with her right hand, she moved her left hand and put it on top of my
cock that had severely shriveled since her departure.
It was then that I noticed that
my middle finger was nestled in the crack of her pussy. As I was about
to say something, she said, “Please make my belly ache go away.”
I gently tapped the firm skin
above what I thought was her clit and said, “Is that the spot?”
She didn’t say a word but
nodded her head indicating that was the source of her discomfort. Yea
right. So I had two options. Stop this whole thing, or do
it. But my curiosity got the better of me, not that my cock had
anything to do with it at all. And the damn thing was reacting already
to her gently squeezing it. Besides that, it felt really great.
I pulled my fingers up above
her pubis and stroked the area between her hips and gently eased my fingers
downward. Touching her young flesh got me hard fast. It was so
different from doing this to a woman. There was no hair or stubble to
spoil the texture of her skin and the firm padding beneath it. From
what I could tell she was gifted with what, if I could have seen it, would
have been a very pretty pronounced pussy with thick labia. The texture
was like firm bread dough that had had just started to rise and
silkier. My hand crept lower until my finger skimmed across the
top of her slit, across her clit ridge and then onto the other labia.
Her shoulders twitched and she signed a little. Thankfully the noise in
the room more than covered her sounds.
My hand stopped above her slit
and I traced two fingers downward at the sides of each lip until I
surprisingly felt moisture. She splayed her legs wider to give me
better access. Running my fingers up on the inside of her labia my
middle finger captured some of the moisture and as I crossed her clit, I
slathered it with her own juices.
How she knew to do it I’m still
not sure, but instead of just squeezing my cock gently through my clothes,
she was now rubbing her whole hand up and down my length. While it felt
wonderful, I almost wish she wasn’t doing this. It felt so unusual to
have a hand as small as hers caressing my cock.
He breathing was getting a bit
irregular as I continued to slide my fingers across her sex. She kept
trying to open her legs wider and ended up finding some structure under the
table to brace one foot against which really helped. My next trek down
her slit found it completely open for me to do as I wanted. As my
finger slid down her slit it came to rest at her vagina and fell into a
puddle of slippery moisture. How I wanted to taste it. I let my
finger dip slightly into her vagina and as it slipped in a little, she pushed
it in further with her hips. It came to rest about mid way to my second
knuckle. Slowly she humped on the finger and her breathing deepened and
quickened.
Can little girls have an
orgasm, I wondered? Based on her actions, my guess was that they
could – and she had already experienced several at her own hand or from the
hand of another forbidden partner.
She now was stroking just the
head of my cock and back from it about two inches – or one, little girl hand
width.
I pulled my finger from her
hole and slid it up over her clit. When I hit it, she shook and I could
see goose bumps form on her right side. Her very elastic labia followed
my fingers, opening and closing around it as I moved around her slit.
Based on other female orgasms I’d had the pleasure to deliver, I thought it
was time to get down to business. While my brain didn’t want this to
end, there was only about fifteen minutes left to the video.
Using my index and third finger
I opened her labia so that my middle finger could gently play with her
clit. It was a very stiff little nubbin by that time and wetting it
further I gently stroked around it, just grazing the little pearl after each
rotation.
Her little hips were making
involuntary jerks from time to time, and she was lost in her own
pleasure. My fingers went to get more of her juices and as soon as my
middle finger hit her vag entrance she forced the
finger up to the second knuckle. That was a surprise. There
should have been a hymen around there, but it seemed to be absent. She
started rocking her hips moving my finger in and out of her, so I left it
alone – lubed up my thumb and started massaging her clit again.
Just based on her movements
under the table I knew she was close to orgasm. I whispered in her ear,
“Don’t yell when the feel-good happens, and be as quiet as you can.”
She nodded her head
acknowledging that she’d heard me. Her hand on my cock was working me
as fast as I seemed to be working her. As I felt her body muscles
lock up, I knew she was very close. So I removed my fingers and put my
whole hand over her chubby labia and just massaged the length of her slit and
labia. I felt her jerk several times as she came, and that put me over
the top as well. I shot a big load into my boxers as she probably
jellied up the inside of her shorts. Lisa seemed to cum for a
long time, but I eased up on my pressure and soon just let the flat of my
hand cover her whole pussy. I didn’t want to take my hand away, and it
was a struggle when I finally did.
I had lucked out. When
she came it happened as the video clip hit one of it funnier moments and the
laughter in the room was deafening as she chirped her way to orgasm.
Amazing to me was that I realized that she knew when I came, because right
after I did, she patted my cock with her hand and it came to rest on me as my
hand had on her.
Just as another funny moment
hit the screen, she sat up as I removed my hand then turned to me and kissed me
on the lips with her arms around my neck. I swear in that short kiss I
felt her tongue run across the length of my lips. Then she pressed
herself to my ear and said, “That was really special, and my tummy ache is
all gone now. But remember… don’t tell mom or dad… or anyone
else. I don’t want to get into trouble.”
I kissed her forehead and as I
smiled back at her face showing me her cuter than cute dimples and bright
brown eyes, I said, “I promise. Now I think I have to go to the
bathroom myself. So you sit over there for awhile, okay?”
She moved off my lap and sat at
the empty chair on my left. I got up and headed to the bathroom to
clean up my own mess. As I left the bathroom I passed her as she headed
that way.
There was five minutes left to
the video and that was about what it took for me to get almost back too
normal.
As the video ended, I was
standing by the dessert table sliding another piece of blueberry pie on my
plate. As I turned to head back to my seat, every body applauded, and
it was smiles all around.
I told them that in the hallway
there was a pile of VHS Videotapes and a smaller stack of DVDs of the video
they had watched and a lot more and they were free to take a copy home.
Two hours later as we left to
head on home, Lisa ran up to me and jumped into my arms and gave me a huge
kiss on the lips in front of my lovely wife. She looked at Sandra and
said, “You know… you got the best husband in this whole family. I hope
he makes you feel as special as he makes me feel.”
Sandra smiled at Lisa not
knowing how to respond. As she was in my arms talking to my wife, my
hand was holding her up by her butt. Oh how I wanted to play with that,
but luckily the exchange was so quick that my cock hadn’t woken up from its
last excitement with Lisa.
In the car and on the way home,
Sandra said, “That little girl sure likes you a lot. Maybe we should
try for girls… what do you think?”
I smiled at her and said, “I’d
rather we had boys. Then we could all play sports together, and besides
the odds of having the toilet seat remain up would be a lot higher than if we
had girls.” What I didn’t say was that after that day I knew I
couldn’t trust myself with little girls around. They were just too
tempting.
As the years past, Lisa still
would always sit on my lap during family functions but she never complained
about a tummy ache ever again.
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