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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. Even though the family had 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. They 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 pretty, 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. It made Cain happy since his wife's self-esteem could use any boost that it could get.
His wife's cousins, though not glamorous, were a good-looking family. Carolyn’s cousin Sheri had been adorable twenty years ago and had married a handsome man. Now, her seventeen-year-old daughter Ellie was looking to be a real heart-breaker.
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 Sheri and her brother Will’s stepfather. Will was the clown of the family, and his kids were growing up to be funny, too.
Will's wife, Brenda, had been a knockout twenty years ago. Now she looked like she spent twenty hours a week in the gym trying to hold onto her youth. She was too thin for Cain’s taste, 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, but they were back together 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 slender 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, 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 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 food. There were traditional family dishes and some newer, experimental ones.
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 began 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 to one of the older couples who had come without.
Cain never slept well away from home, regardless. 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 looked outside the glass doors, sipping water. His head hurt, whether, from dehydration or sleep deprivation, he didn't know. Reasoning that it might help him sleep, he took a sip from the flask of Irish whiskey in his pocket.
It was still 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.
Noise from the floor above startled him. There were Sunday School classrooms up there, but nothing else. He walked down the hallway to the stairs and looked up. There was no light and no movement. Cain wore soft-soled walking shoes, so he climbed the stairs as quietly as possible. When he got to the top, he went through a door into 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, her small 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 later, and it was much colder. He looked around and saw that emergency lights on the exit signs had lit.
The power had gone out. Cain stood 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 draped his coat over her legs and tucked it behind his shoulders. He put his feet up on a folding chair 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. He opened his eyes and found himself face-to-face with Ellie. She was asleep, but sitting in his lap and leaning back against his arm.
The girl moved in her sleep again, repositioning her head on his shoulder, and snored softly.
Cain was immediately worried. Their relationship wasn't all that close, and the situation could get awkward. It 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. The scent of her hair, the warmth of her body, 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 tension and the physical sensations 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 extended down the leg 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 gently, 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 beautiful 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, um, experience."
"You've never even danced with a boy?" Cain asked.
"Yeah, a few times," she said, smiling shyly again.
"And did they respond...um...like 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.
"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 thought.
"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," he said, closing his eyes and sighing contentedly.
Ellie laughed lightly and slid carefully off his lap. She glanced under his jacket at his excited male-parts. She dropped the coat, looking 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.
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