The other day I ran into a guy I used to work with. I was always attracted to him but never really had the chance to get to know him that well. We chatted for a few minutes and then he invited me to lunch. We ate and flirted and before we knew it happy hour had rolled around and it was two for one. Yikes! After a couple of rounds we decided to go back to my apartment. When the driver got to us we were busy making out. We continued that throughout the drive home. When we got to our destination, my skirt was up and my blouse was open. The driver had a huge smile on his face. Upstairs in my apartment we were ripping each others clothes off as soon as the door was closed. We had sex in every room and every position we could think of and bend our bodies into. We ended up exhausted in my bed. After a short nap we raided my refrigerator. Over our feast of leftovers we started talking about getting together again. He asked if I wanted to see a movie soon. I said I was free the coming weekend but he said he was going to some family thing that he couldn't get out of. He asked if I wanted to go. I jokingly said it was a little too soon to meet his family. We both laughed but I really wasn't joking. Later that night, after he had left, I got a call from my mom. She was inviting me to a family reunion that weekend. The last one I went to was when I was sixteen so it had been a while. I wasn't sure, but my mom wouldn't take no for an answer. When I walked into the reunion that Saturday I saw a lot of people that I didn't recognize and some that I did. I had no idea our family was so big. My mom saw me immediately and started to introduced me to all these people. I saw Lana, one of my cousins that I used to be really close to when we were kids and we struck up a conversation. Before long we were laughing and joking like a couple of silly girls when all of a sudden I saw him. It was my fuck buddy from five days prior. What the hell was he doing here? He hadn't seen me yet when my cousin noticed me staring at him. I asked her who he was and she said he was a cousin that grew up in New England somewhere and moved out here about five years ago. What?! She saw my face turning red and asked what was going on. Before I could answer he had seen me and made his way over to where we were sitting. After awkward introductions and the shock of realizing we were actually related had worn off we had a good laugh. He said, "I guess we must be kissing cousins, huh?" When Lana heard that she insisted on knowing what he was talking about. I told her an abridged version of what happened. She wanted details. I told her that maybe we should just show her. I remember Lana and I experimented with each other when we were around fourteen with some kissing and touching. From the way she looked at me I knew she hadn't forgotten about those times either. We stayed at the reunion a few more hours then the three of us went to Lana's hotel room. But that's for another story.Stay tuned...