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Something Strange in Iowa, Part One

A man attends his wife's family reunion and gets to know her young cousin better than he hoped.

The Olsen Family Reunion was held at the end of February to give the family something to look forward to through the long, cold days of winter. The family recently sprang from Clinton, Iowa, and it was there that the reunion took place. The First United Methodist Church of Clinton had seen many generations of Olsens over the years. Now, even though the family was spread out over the country, about half of them still lived within easy driving distance of Clinton.

Ernie and Ethel Olsen, the patriarch and matriarch of the clan, had passed within the last ten years, but the family tradition of a late-winter reunion was a strong one. Everyone looked forward to it, and most could be counted on to attend. Cain Wilson had married into the family. His wife was Ernie and Ethel's oldest granddaughter. She had babysat her cousins when they were young, and now they were the ones with children growing up and leaving the nest. Cain and his wife Carolyn drove two hours from Waterloo for the reunion.

Cain and Carolyn had been married for almost twenty-five years, and Cain had enjoyed watching his wife's younger cousins grow up and have families of their own. They lived far enough away that it wasn't easy to see everyone, and very often this was the only time during the year that they saw any of his wife's family, besides her parents.

He had especially enjoyed watching his wife's cousin Sheri grow up. She was lovely, sweet, and popular in her school. She had always seemed very sure of herself, except when it came to parenting. She called Carolyn several times a month for advice when her kids were younger. That had made his wife feel needed and a vital part of the family. Cain was happy because his wife's self-esteem could use any boost that it could get.

Carolyn had always been overweight, just like her parents and brothers. It must be genetic, but then her cousins weren't fat. It puzzled him. His wife's cousins, though not glamorous, were a good looking family. Her cousin Sheri had been very cute indeed twenty years ago and had married an attractive man. Now, her sixteen-year-old daughter Ellie was looking to be a real heart-breaker in a few years. Ellie's twelve-year-old sister was pretty as well but probably wouldn't bloom until her twenties. Then she would be beautiful.

Uncle Paul was the unofficial head of the family now. He was a deacon in the church where they held the reunion. He always reserved the fellowship hall for the meal, and the church grounds for various games and activities should weather permit. Uncle Paul was the step-father of Sheri and her brother Will. Will was the clown of the family, and his kids were growing up to be funny as well. Will's wife, Brenda had been a knockout twenty years ago as well. Now she looked like she spent twenty hours a week in the gym trying to hold onto her youth. Too thin, but still a beauty, Brenda seemed to be a warm and happy person on the outside, but Cain sensed sadness inside. She and her husband had some trouble in their marriage a few years ago, but he didn't know what their problems were exactly, but hey were back together again and seemed happy.

Uncle Paul's wife and Cain's mother-in-law's sister was Aunt Rachel. Twenty-five years ago, she had still been attractive enough to catch Cain's eye at the reunions and Sunday dinners. She had been thin and pretty, even though she was almost as old as his mother. Now though, age had caught up with her, and she was putting on weight. Not as much as her sister, but enough so that she no longer caught his eye in quite the same way.

The weather forecast was not promising for outdoor activities. The talking heads were going on about the possibility of a late-winter blizzard, so Cain had come prepared. He had his overnight bag, as well as sleeping bags, extra water, candles, and a portable heater. His wife and kids had packed cautiously as well. The car was overloaded, but if they were snowed in, they were ready.
Dinner was scheduled to begin at 2:00, and people started arriving before 1:00. Uncle Paul and Aunt Rachel had been there since 9:00 that morning getting things ready. Almost everyone was there by 1:30 and snow started falling at 1:45.

It was very late in a long, cold winter, and nobody was excited by the snow. Even to the kids, it seemed like old news. Uncle Paul made sure that he put down salt on the sidewalks and had the snow shovel ready for the older kids to use when it was time to leave.
The meal, as usual, was terrific. The Olsen's were fantastic cooks and always made way too much. There were traditional family dishes as well as some newer, experimental ones that the odd person tried out. It was almost all delicious.

As the meal wound to a close, Uncle Paul brought out the family punch bowl. He set it on a table in the center of the seating area, and everyone got quiet. Every year they had a glass of punch (non-alcoholic), their traditional family recipe, in memory of the family members who were no longer with them. It started as a solemn time but usually got louder as people started telling stories and sharing memories. Everyone took at least one glass of punch; most had several.

As the afternoon wore on, everyone resigned themselves to the fact that they would be spending the night in the church. Some had sleeping bags; others had cots or air mattresses. They sat and talked long into the night. The little kids eventually grew tired of running around and settled down. Finally, even the most talkative of the adults ran out of things to say and wandered off to their sleeping areas. Cain and his wife started with an air mattress but gave it up to one of the older couples who had come without.
Cain wouldn't sleep well, no matter what. Finally, he gave his sleeping bag to his wife for extra cushion and sat in one of the armchairs with his feet up on a table.

Midway through the night, Cain woke with a start. His head ached, and his mouth was dry. He put his jacket on, picked up his water bottle, and got up to take a walk and make sure the building was secure. He tiptoed through the mass of sleeping family members and made his way into the hallway outside the fellowship hall. It was colder and drier out here without all of the sleeping bodies; much more to his liking.

He walked over to one of the glass doors and looked outside, sipping water. His head hurt, whether from dehydration or sleep deprivation, he didn't know. He had a flask of Irish Whiskey in one deep pocket. Reasoning that it might help him sleep, he took it out and had a sip.

It appeared to still be snowing, and the wind was howling.

We might be here for several days. Hope the food holds out, Cain thought. 

If not, maybe the grocery will be open. It's only a block away. Some of us could hike over there for supplies.

Cain heard a noise from the floor above him. There were Sunday School classrooms up there, but not much else. He walked down the hallway to the stairs and looked up. No light, and no more movement. Cain wore soft-soled walking shoes, so he climbed the stairs as quietly as possible. When he got to the top, he was in a classroom that was a kind of balcony that overlooked the fellowship hall where everyone was sleeping. It was sealed from the room below by a glass partition, probably as much for safety as noise control.

Cain could barely see in the light cast by the exit signs. He finally made out his wife's young cousin, Ellie, lying on the couch, apparently trying to keep warm wrapped in just her denim jacket. She must have felt his gaze on her or heard some noise because she looked over at him in alarm. When she saw it was him, she gave him a small smile and wave.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi. Not sleeping with the others?"

"No," she said with a little smile filled with braces. "I'm tired of my sister."

"I see," he said, nodding. "Aren't you cold up here?"

"Yeah, I am," she said. "Still better than being down there."

"I agree," he said. "May I join you?" he asked, gesturing to the chair beside the couch.

She shrugged, and he sat down.

Cain relaxed into the chair and put his head back. He must have been more tired than he thought because he woke up sometime later and it was much colder. He looked around and saw that emergency lights on the exit signs had lit.

The power must have gone out. He stood up to check on the people below, and everything seemed to be okay. Several propane heaters around the room were still going strong. They probably hadn't even noticed.

He looked down at Ellie and saw that she was shivering in her sleep. He sat down on the end of the couch and put her legs over his. He took off his coat and draped it over both him and her legs. There were folding tables and chairs in front of him, and he put his feet up on one of the chairs and laid back to try to sleep.

When he woke, he was confused about why he couldn't move his legs or his left arm. Something was moving though. He opened his eyes and found himself face-to-face with the lovely young Ellie. She was asleep, but sitting in his lap and leaning back against his arm.

The girl moved in her sleep, laid her head on his shoulder and snored softly.

Cain was immediately worried. The situation could get awkward since their relationship wasn't all that close. This was a compromising position to be caught in with a nubile teen, his wife's young cousin. His groin was swelling, just thinking about it. That would be hard to explain to the girl. Still, the smell of her hair, her warmth, and the feel of her breath on his neck were dizzying. Soon his erection was pressing into her hip.

Surely she must feel that, he thought.

He couldn't imagine how she came to be on his lap. She must have moved in her sleep. He hoped that he would hear someone coming up the steps with enough warning to extricate himself.

As it was, he wrapped his arms around her and held her as close as he could.

Ellie's supple body seemed to melt into his, the smell of her, her hair in his face, and the tension of the situation all served to give Cain a raging erection. He supposed that, in his youth, he might have had erections like this one, but not in recent memory. His penis had been pointing down and now extended down the front of his trousers, poking into the girl's hip.

Ellie nearly gave him a heart attack when she whispered, "I'm sorry if I'm embarrassing you."

He jumped and that drove his cock even harder against her hip.

"Uh, you're awake," he said. "Yeah, I was just trying to figure out what happened."

"The power went out, and I shared your body heat," she said. "This can't be comfortable for you. I can move."

"No!" he said quickly. Then more normally he said, "No, it's fine. It's not every day I get to...I mean...well, it's fine."

Ellie smiled without opening her eyes. "You seem to be uncomfortable...down there."

Cain chuckled, embarrassed. "Well, it's a natural reaction to a lovely young woman. I'm not exactly embarrassed, but I hope you aren't."

"A little," she said with a shy smile, finally opening beautiful blue eyes. "I know about sex, but dad won't even let me date yet, so I don't have any practical experience."

"You've never even danced with a boy?" Cain asked.

"Yeah, a few times," she said smiling shyly again.

"And did they I am?" Cain asked.

"Yeah," she giggled and put her head down on his shoulder again.

"Are you sure that you're okay?" Ellie asked, raising her head.

"Very much so," he said. She laughed again, wrapping her arms around his chest and holding tight.

"How long do you think we'll be here?" she asked after a little while.

"I'm not sure," he said. "Maybe a few days."

Ellie's head popped up, and she said excitedly, "You think so?"

"I can't imagine us getting out tomorrow, er today," he said. "Not if the power's out and the snow's still falling."

"Hmm," she said, looking off into space, lost in her thoughts.

"I don't think I'll be able to get back to sleep," she said.

Instinctively Cain held her tighter.

"Me either," he said.

Ellie opened her eyes again and looked at him.

"Are you worried?" she asked.

"About what?" he asked.

"Being found with me on your lap, of course," she said smiling mischievously.

"I am indeed," he said, closing his eyes and sighing contentedly.

Ellie laughed lightly and slid carefully off his lap. She glanced under his coat at his obviously still excited male-parts. She dropped the coat, looked up at him.

"I hope you're back to normal when they come," she said with a naughty grin.

"Me too," Cain said. He stretched out a little more, his eyes still closed.

They talked for a while about inconsequential things. Ellie lived with her family in Georgia where her father was the Vice President of a company that did a lot of business overseas. He traveled a lot and hadn't been able to make the Reunion this year. 

Ellie pulled her feet up onto the couch under her and leaned heavily into Cain. He almost felt himself drifting off to sleep again but managed to stay alert. His erection was back in full force.

"Cain," Ellie whispered.

"Yes?" he answered.

"How old were you when you first kissed a girl?" she asked.

"I was eighteen," he said. "Late bloomer I guess."

"Really?" she said.

"Well, I remember an early girlfriend; I was six, and she was five. We got caught hiding behind a couch in her garage. I'm pretty sure there was kissing involved then," Cain said.

"Really?" she said again, sitting up.

"Yes," he said.

"So you were naughty from an early age?" she asked, settling back against his shoulder.

"What makes you think that I'm naughty now?" Cain asked.

"This," she said and laid her hand on his erection.

Cain sat up very straight and said something like "Aaaah!"

Ellie laughed and shushed him.

"I think that you're the one being naughty," Cain whispered.

"Just a natural reaction to being around a handsome, older man," Ellie said, mocking his earlier reasoning for his erection.

She turned in his one-armed embrace so that she was facing him, and wrapped both arms around his neck.

"Ellie," Cain said, almost painfully, "what are you doing?"

"Staying warm," she said as she snuggled into his neck, kissing it on the side.

Cain felt electricity run from his raging erection all the way up to his sensitive neck and he shuddered.

"Young lady, you're going to be more than 'warm' if you keep that up," he said.

"Cain," she said, leaning back so she could see him, "I'm scared. I want to take my mind off things, and I really like you. I've always had a crush on you. Just hold me, please?"

He hugged her tight. "Holding you is one thing," he said into her hair. "You kissing my neck and touching me there is another."

She moved her hands from around his neck to run them through his hair, causing him to shiver again.

"I'm going to hell," he said as he pushed her away and kissed her hungrily.

Ellie seemed surprised at first but responded quickly. She was the first to moan, and he opened his mouth and pushed his tongue into hers. The sensation of her tongue on his caused more electric current to run from his erection upwards.

After several minutes of kissing and stroking each other gently, Ellie began to squirm in Cain's embrace. He thought that she was trying to get comfortable until she almost shuddered against him.

"Cain!" Ellie gasped against his mouth. She was shaking, almost like she was shivering. He was afraid that she might be having a seizure of some kind. Worried, he pulled back to look at her.

Ellie had both hands on her breasts and was shuddering. It lasted only a few seconds and then she involuntarily inhaled deeply and opened her eyes as she exhaled, looking deeply into Cain's eyes. He stroked her hair back from her forehead.

"That was incredible," she said.

"You had...I mean, that orgasm. You had an orgasm from kissing?"

"You must be a good kisser," she said, leaning in and kissing him again with her hands back around his neck.

"Mmmm," he said, pulling away. "I think I probably am, but even so, that's never happened to me."

"Maybe I'm just a good orgasm-er!" she said.

Cain smiled.

"Let's find out," he said.

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