The Phillips Family Curse Ch. 01

"Why are you being so nice to me, all of a sudden?" I asked, still skeptical, sipping my juice.

"Well, you should know I'm not a morning person," she said. "Besides, I, like, cannot function in the morning without caffeine," she added, sipping at a cup of coffee. Not wanting to be the one holding onto a grudge, I moved on from my annoyance, and allowed myself to chat with my sister amicably.

She worked as a graphic designer in the city, so being out in the country was gonna be tricky for her too. Dana was really good with computers and stuff like that, better than I was, so despite our general animosity, I would usually go to her with any computer issues I had. She was by no means a nerd or anything like that. Far from it, she looked and behaved more like a party girl. But, she had talents beyond drinking and dancing, and from what I had seen she was very good at her job. And she took her work very seriously. I had seen pictures of the computer rig that she had at her apartment, and it was impressive. I had overheard her displeasure at the thought that maybe, just maybe, Grandma might not have wireless internet at the lake house.

Dad begged off to the room, leaving me and Dana to chat. We caught up on what we were up to. And, it must have been the state I was in, but I couldn't help but notice that, uh... Dana's boobs were, like pouring from her top. It was ridiculous. I didn't remember them being that big. I mean, Jesus. I felt guilty for noticing, but they were hard not to notice. I don't why she had to wear a top so low-cut, so skimpy that her own brother couldn't help but stare. I shook my head, trying to clear these thoughts from my brain.

"So..." she began, "I couldn't help but notice... you've been hitting the gym?"

"Oh yeah, a bit." I said.

"A bit?" she questioned sardonically, flashing her bright teeth at me.

"Uh, I guess pretty regularly." I replied with a smile.

"I mean, jeez, bro. Your abs are pretty impressive, I have to admit." she said.

"Um, thanks." I replied.

"So, what spurred this on? You got a girlfriend?" she asked.

"Well, uh, yeah, I'm seeing a girl, but that wasn't totally why I started getting in shape." I replied.

"What a coincidence. My brother gets all buff and suddenly a girl comes out of the woodwork to date him. I'm afraid to break it to you, bro, but she might not be in it for the right reasons." she said with a smile. My expression dulled a bit.

"Oh... well, it's not really about that. I mean, it certainly didn't hurt, I guess. But it's a little deeper than that." I told her, not liking the implication that my girlfriend was only into me because of my body.

"I'm just messing with you." Dana assured with a smile. "Do you have a picture of her?"

"Sure." I replied, pulling out my phone. I found a picture of Sandy and handed my phone over to Dana.

She looked down at the picture, a few expressions passing over her face simultaneously. A look of almost amusement, a bit of superiority, but that look shifted into a forced smile as she moved to hand the phone back to me.

"She's very pretty." Dana said simply, but before I could enquire further into what she was thinking, a voice emerged from behind her.

"Who is?" Mom asked. I looked up at her, now cleaned up. And she looked very comfortable in her outfit this time. She wore dark, thin, stylish jeans, and gold high-heeled sandals. On top, she wore a cream colored pullover and a thin, button-up white silky blouse, unbuttoned a bit to expose some of her upper chest. She wasn't nearly as brazen as my sister about showing off her chest, but she showed off their size in a more teasing, elegant manner. She was properly made up as well, ready for the big reunion.

"Oh, Jesse's got a girlfriend." Dana said, taking pleasure in sharing the news.

"Oh really?" Mom asked, glancing at the picture. She smiled, but hers seemed much warmer than Dana's. "Good for you." she said, rubbing my shoulder. She let her fingers linger for a few moments against my shoulder muscles before pulling it away.

"So, I couldn't help but notice," Mom began. "My little boy's become very manly."

I blushed, hearing my mom talking about my fit frame. She smiled at this.

"I know, right?" Dana marveled. "My dorky little brother's gotten hot! I don't know how I feel about this." she joked, looking at me, some of the harder edge I was used to from her returning to her face.

"Okay, I'm all done." I began, moving to stand up, grabbing my phone from Dana's hand roughly, my discomfort causing them both to smile.

"Oh, she's only teasing." Mom began, but I was undeterred. I stepped away, walking towards the hallway. I looked back, only to see them both staring at me as I walked away, swearing I could see Mom mouth the words 'Oh my God' as they looked at me.

Were they looking at my butt?

No, couldn't be.

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The drive to the lake house was mostly uneventful. Both Mom and Dana were still being kind of weird with me, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Dana was still being oddly effusive and friendly with me, being peppy and chatty. I tried to reciprocate, but I could sense some malice behind this act of hers, as if this was building to some big prank or something and I was the patsy. And... my eyes kept falling to her chest. The bumpy country road was testing the strength of her thin top, her boobs jiggling and bouncing. And when she would lean towards me, my eyes kept falling to the valley between her large breasts. And on top of that, she would very dramatically lean forward, or turn to look out the window, and my eyes couldn't help but notice her matching purple thong peeking out from under the hem of her shorts. I kept having to shake my head, clearing away these images before they became thoughts.

And when I would look forward, I would get a glimpse of the mirror and I would catch Mom staring at me, as if she couldn't take her eyes off of me. She would always look away, but not before I would see her.

I retreated into my phone, texting back and forth with Sandy, telling her I missed her and that I couldn't wait to be back with her. Finally, we came to a stop, jarring me to look up. We were here.

Grandma's lake house was very big. Our family had some money, so this was a pretty impressive place. The main house was very large, almost a small mansion. There was a pool behind the house, and then the big lake with a beach and a pier and a nice looking boat. It was a picturesque location. Grandma spent most of her time here, and I couldn't blame her. The house was beautiful and the location was perfect. But when winter hit she would vacate the premises. She would migrate south for a few months, choosing to spend her time at her beach-house located in a fancy resort down in the Caribbean. But this was her family home. It was where she grew up, and her parents grew up, and her children grew up. This land would always belong to the Phillips, and it was truly the home base of our clan.

We all looked around for a moment, taking it all in, but as soon as we opened the doors, music and voices hit us. The party had begun.

We weren't the first to arrive, but we weren't the last. People were gathered in the front yard and around the side, chatting and catching up. As we got closer, people finally noticed us.

We said hi to some people, although I barely recognized anyone for a little bit, until finally, I started to see people I knew. Like my mom's sister, Aunt Karen.

Mom had five siblings, four sisters, one brother, so it was an accomplishment to be the most wild of the bunch. Karen was a year or two younger than Mom, and she was always regarded as the wild child of Mom's siblings. From what I heard, she spent many of her younger adult years floating around, traveling, doing this or that, never really settling for too long or anything. She had been married three times, the first lasting about a year, the second was a marriage no one ever talked about, but she has been settled down with Uncle Rich for a long time now, probably about as long as I had been alive. She had two children, one was from her first marriage and from what I gathered they didn't have much of a relationship anymore. But her youngest, Kendra, was the same age as me.

My mom always said Karen refers to herself as a Renaissance woman. I don't know if she worked a real job, but she was into making art, painting, sculpting, and crafts, stuff like that. Her and Uncle Rich also traveled quite a bit and from what I could see, Aunt Karen's wild side was still very present.

"Jane! It's been far too long." Karen said, hugging my mom. Karen then turned to look at me. "Oh my goodness... is this Jesse?"

She was appraising me, and since I hadn't seen her in years, I did the same to her. I had to admit, her carefree life worked for her, cause she had aged very well. She was quite striking. She had very dark crimson hair, probably dyed, and you could only see the red when the light shined on her just right. It flowed down to her mid-back, possessing a natural curl. She had very posh features, with a creamy complexion, a thin regal nose, smooth, plump lips, and really stunning dark eyes. In those eyes, you could sense the appraising glint she would use in evaluating art, and the mischief that gave credence to her party-girl reputation.

It was those eyes that slowly, lazily looked me over, looking me up and down, almost drinking me in. Finally, her eyes looked straight into mine for a few moments, almost coldly holding my gaze, making me shiver as I broke our stare.

"Jesse, last time I saw you, you were this tall," she said, holding her hand up about chest high, against her breasts. "You really sprouted and... filled out," she said, stepping up to me, putting her hands on my arms, squeezing them lightly, and feeling my muscles. "Oh my goodness... I should have you teach Rich a few things." She said, letting her fingers linger on my taut biceps. I glanced over at Rich, and age had taken a hold of him, looking more portly than I remembered. He was a cool guy, very fun and jolly, but he looked like his best years had passed him by, while Aunt Karen still seemed vibrant.

One thing was consistent for the most part with Mom and her sisters, namely that she had curves where it mattered, and she was fit where it counted. Living up to her moniker as the wild child of the family, she tended to dress like a woman much younger. In this case, she wore a lime colored top that was very snug and low-cut, definitely showing an inappropriate amount of cleavage for a woman her age. The top was so snug some of the smooth flesh was pouring out. Although she wasn't as blatant as Dana, she had some midriff showing as well, just a peek.

On her lower half she wore a slim cream colored skirt, very slim and very flattering, hugging her curves and ending just above her knee. On her feet appeared to be very expensive and very impractical high-heeled sandals.

"Hi Aunt Karen." I replied, nervous with this closeness, uneasy and off-put by the fact that I kept noticing the intimate details and curves of another relative's body. I shouldn't glance at her big boobs pouring from her top. I shouldn't notice her deep, cavernous cleavage. I shouldn't notice the way her skirt hugged her round butt. She smiled knowingly, giving me a teasing stare before stepping away. As she began talking to Dana and Mom, I tried to back away from her, not really wanting to talk much more to Aunt Karen, not wanting her to appraise me with those eyes, not wanting her hands on me.

"Jesse!" a voice called out affectionately. I turned and there stood Kendra, Aunt Karen's daughter. I didn't have time to take her in before she pulled me into a hug. And, because apparently this was all I could notice this weekend, the only thing I could feel was a very, very large pair of breasts pushing into my chest. I tried to turn my mind away from the massive breasts pushing into my chest, and tried to remember the innocent memories I had of Kendra.

We used to hang out a lot when we were younger, but I hadn't seen her since I was, like, 12. Every time we hung out, we had fun together. We got along great and we had similar interests. She was very girly, but she was also something of a tomboy, so we would go outside and hike or play sports, things that Dana wouldn't be caught dead doing. She would also play video games with me. She was really cool, and one of the few people in my extended family I felt a close kinship with. Plus, she was very funny, possessing a sharp, biting wit, even at a younger age but not nearly with the meanness that Dana's jokes had. Kendra had a dirty sense of humor, unafraid to curse and make dirty jokes, not possessing any sense of daintiness or decorum. She was fun to be around, so seeing her again was something I was actually looking forward to.

Then she stepped back and I got a good look at her, and I immediately felt the same discomfort around her that I had felt around Aunt Karen, and Dana, and even Mom. Long gone was the lanky tomboy I had known as a boy. What I saw in its place was a gorgeous looking young woman, a far cry from her younger years. She inherited her mother's curly hair, but hers was a crisp shiny blonde. She had a tight frame, showing off the athletic skill I remembered her having. A flat, fit belly, taut arms, and firm legs. She wasn't dressed as showy as some of the other girls, simply dressed in a pair of fashionable dark jeans, sneakers, and a maroon top. But even as her cousin, there was one feature of her that was impossible not to take in.

Her mammoth, jutting breasts.

I'm sorry, but they were just absolutely massive. And on her lithe, trim frame, they were impossible to look past. Her top wasn't particularly low cut, but those basketballs on her chest were just forcing their way out, making her top look fit to burst, a deep crevasse of cleavage exposed to the world. If I didn't know any better, I would say she went a little crazy with the implants, but I knew her well enough to know she would never do anything like that. Her pair of huge, ripe, smooth and round breasts were the real deal. I tried not to let my vision linger, but I probably wasn't that subtle.

"Well, you've grown up a lot, too." she replied with a laugh, breaking a tension.

"Uh, sorry." I replied, blushing.

"I'm used to it." Kendra replied with a smile.

We chatted a little bit as we walked around, leaving our families behind for the moment, updating each other on what we were doing for school, catching up on our lives. She went to school in Florida, far from me, and she was going to school to become a physical trainer. She was fun to chat with, and I could immediately sense we would be in touch now that we were reconnecting.

"So, are you doing any sports or anything?" I asked. When I last knew her, she played basketball and soccer and did track as well.

"Afraid not." Kendra began with a sad smile. "I would if I could, but once I sprouted these fucking watermelons, they tended to get in the way." she pointed out, cupping her breasts and lifting them lightly with a laugh. "And these are far too useful to get reduced, so... something had to give." Embarrassed, I simply nodded. "Jeez, Jesse, you weren't so shy when we were younger. You wouldn't shut up back then."

"Well, I've gained a sense of propriety." I replied with ease, as if talking to a friend. "I'm a gentleman now." This caused her to smile. I grabbed a can of soda and popped it open, taking a sip.

"Oh, you're above your cousin's dirty, disgusting jokes now." Kendra asked skeptically with a raised eyebrow. I nodded affirmative with a smile. "Oh, I doubt that. I'll make you crack. I'm sure of it."

We both looked around, taking it all in for a few moments.

"So, are you enjoying being around all this family?" Kendra asked sarcastically. I rolled my eyes.

"I don't know, it's just..." I began, not knowing whether to proceed. "I've been having some weird shit happening to me all day."

"Like what?" she asked.

"Just... I don't know, Dana, and Mom, even your mom, they've all been giving me weird vibes. I mean, I got into better shape at school, but they are acting like... they're all almost, like... drooling." I said.

"What?" she said with a laugh.

"I know it sounds weird." I started.

"No, it doesn't," she interrupted. "You're just accusing your mom, older sister, and aunt of drooling over you. Of pining for your buff, manly body!" she joked. I rolled my eyes.

"Shut up," I said with a smile, blushing slightly at this whole line of conversation. She sensed my discomfort.

"Jesse, face it, you're hot." Kendra stated. "They might be your relatives, but they still are women. Hey, I'm your cousin, and you were gawking at my tits. That shit happens."

"Fair point." I agreed.

"Nothing wrong with some innocent, familial gawking, right?" she joked, raising her eyebrows and smiling. I just laughed. A pregnant pause fell between us. "I guess it's my turn to gawk now. So, what's your routine?" she asked.

"Excuse me?" I replied. She leaned forward and tapped my stomach with the back of her hand lightly.

"What's your workout routine?" she asked. "How'd my dorky little cousin end up so jacked?"

"I'm not jacked." I replied with a smile, before explaining what I did to get in better shape. She listened intently as I did so.

"Well, I usually work out in the mornings. While we're all here, you should join me. Just me and you. We can run along the lake, maybe do some yoga, and then we can sneak off into the woods, I'll pull down my pants, and you can buttfuck me." she said without hesitation. I literally did a spit take. Soda from my mouth ended up on the ground, causing Kendra to nearly wet herself laughing.

"Dude!" I replied with a laugh as I recovered. "That's messed up."

"I told you I'd get you!" she replied, wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes.

"Why would you even say that?" I asked, a little skeeved out.

"Relax, Jesse, I'm just messing with you." she said, smiling warmly, amused at my discomfort.

"Well, mission accomplished." I replied.

"Since everyone is drooling over you, it's my turn to get in on the action, right? And besides, isn't that what cousins do?" Kendra stated.

"It's kissing cousins." I replied. "Not, uh... buttfucking cousins."

"Fine, then we can sneak off into the woods and kiss. Happy?" she asked, clearly trying to get under my skin.

"Uhhh, Kendra, stop! Even saying that grosses me out. It's creepy." I said, causing her to scoff in mock offense. "C'mon, Kendra. Stop being a creeper." I urged her with a good-natured smile. Finally, she held up her hands in a gesture of truce. She was just about to talk again when her eyes caught sight of something over my shoulder. "Speaking of creepy."

"What?" I asked.

"The twins are here." She said.

"Oh no." I said, looking back.

The twins were Bethany and Chastity, the twin 18-year-old daughters of my mom's lone brother, Uncle Karl. And yeah, they were pretty weird. It was just a vibe they gave off. I mean, they were perfectly nice when you dealt with them, and it wasn't like they were off-puttingly ugly or anything like that. They were both quite pretty, more slim and petite than most of the women in the family. But, they were just... creepy. They had that weird twin vibe to them, where it seemed like they could read each others' thoughts, where they finished each others' sentences. Plus, they were inseparable. It was hard to get one of them alone. And whenever we were together in a group, they would be off by themselves, talking in quiet, as if sharing a secret that no one else could hear. They always seemed end up talking in unison. It was just... unsettling. Whenever I saw a movie or something that featured creepy twins, I always thought of them.