Every year I go to my wife’s annual family reunion. Family reunions can be the most boring event of the year. Attending a family reunion for my wife’s family wasn’t the same for me as it was for most guys. I am white, and my wife is black. Every year the event has tons of family members buzzing around, all varieties of kids yelling and screaming, and enough heartburn creating food to keep the antacid companies in business for a year. Throw in the fact that you don’t even know ninety percent of these people, and it just gets better.

This year I was sitting there in my chair just staring off into the distance as my wife mingled with long-lost cousins, uncles, aunts, and other cousins of cousins. Trying to keep my sanity, I got up and went inside the house to use the bathroom. As I walked through the door, I remembered the only thing that can possibly make the situation any better. Hot women. Doesn’t it always seem that every family has at least a few really hot women in the bunch? Well, my wife’s family is definitely no different.

I walked down the hallway towards the bathroom, and as I passed one of the open bedroom doors, my wife’s cousin Lynette walked out and bumped right into me, carrying a large bag of ice. She hung on to the ice but had to brace herself by grabbing hold of my hip as we collided. “Oh God! You scared me, Greg!” she shrieked as we both tried to regain our composure.

“Hi Lynette, I am so sorry. I didn’t see you coming out the door. How have you been?” I responded.

Lynette sighed and replied, “Busy ... these damn family reunions are so much work, and it seems no one ever wants to help. Would you mind helping get some of this ice together? We are supposed to be making ice cream later today, and we don’t have enough ice.” I didn’t have anything better to do, so I agreed and walked with her into the kitchen.

Lynette is the one girl every large family seems to have. She is the one who makes every man in the family think about incest. She is about five foot three inches tall and is best described as “stacked” from head to toe. She has a perfect hourglass figure to go with absolutely perfect tits and an ass that makes your mouth water. She doesn’t have the bubble butt like some black girls have; Lynette’s ass is round and just big enough that it will not totally fit in your hand.

Looking at her legs, you can tell she obviously works out enough to stay in shape but doesn’t have he-man type muscles. Her chocolate brown complexion is perfect, and she always leaves her hair long and styled. She wears an eyebrow ring which makes you think she would be an absolute wild cat in the sack. I cannot count the times I have looked at her and had bad thoughts.

As I turned the corner and walked into the kitchen, Lynette slammed the freezer door and mumbled something that sounded like “shit” as she looked at me. Remembering that I was there, she changed her voice into that little voice women use when they need help and asked, “Mind riding with me to my apartment to get some milk and fruit for the ice cream?”

A few minutes later, after telling my wife where I was going, we were in her car and speeding down the road. Her apartment was about ten minutes away, and we had a nice conversation along the way. She was wearing a short little mini-skirt today, and I couldn’t help but look over at the inside of her left thigh as she was driving. Many bad thoughts went through my head as I stared at the soft, smooth chocolate brown skin of her thigh as it disappeared up under the thin material of her mini-skirt.

We finally arrived at Lynette’s apartment, and I got another great view as she climbed the stairs in front of me, and her little skirt rode up her ass a little, showing me her white cotton panties underneath. If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought she did that on purpose. I actually thought I noticed her looking at my reflection in one of the passing windows as I was staring at her cute little rump. We went into the apartment, and she began rambling through the freezer.

I remembered that I needed to use the bathroom and began a search for her restroom. She had a little one-bedroom apartment, and her only bathroom entrance was through her bedroom. I went in, did my business, washed my hands, and opened the bathroom door to come back. Very much to my surprise, Lynette was standing in front of her bed and was totally topless!

I was speechless and caught completely off guard. I just stood there like a dummy and stared at the most perfect set of tits I had ever seen. These things were perfectly round, about half the size of a good cantaloupe. They had to be “C” cups and sat up beautifully with dark little gumball-sized nipples, which were slightly upturned. Add in the fact that these perfect orbs sit on a chest that is attached to a size two waistline, and you can easily see why a lot of the men in the family just love hanging out in rooms she frequents.

I don’t know how long I stood there just staring, but finally, Lynette said, “Aren’t you going to say anything?” I came out of my trance but was no better off because I still didn’t know what to say. I stammered a little bit and tried to say something intelligent but just couldn’t. “This isn’t quite the reaction I hoped for,” she said. “I am starting to feel a little self-conscious over here, so you need to either tell me to put my top back on or come over here and introduce yourself to my breasts.”