Grace Wilkinson - The family reunion book I

"If that son-of-a-bitch has been mistreating her…!!" he thought furiously turning his attention to his son-in-law, Ike. Ike wasn't paying the least bit of attention to Tricia, but appeared to be very interested in something across the table! John followed his son-in-law's gaze and saw that he was looking down the front of Susan's dress! She was bending over sideways to pick up a dropped napkin and the firm, cream-white globes were almost visible to the nipples! John gulped too when he saw them, and figured he couldn't really blame Ike for looking… all the same it made him uneasy to see Ike looking at a woman other than Tricia like that, especially one who was his own relative by marriage!

The maid bustled out after having finished serving the soup but she paused at the door before leaving surveying the family group and thinking her own thoughts about them before announcing, "Madam said to start without her, she's unavoidably detained but will be down in a moment!"

John let out a whoop of amusement after the woman had left. "That 'Madam' she's talking about, is just my wife… you know her folks, good old Mama Livingston!" The entire table laughed, and Jamie stood up, raising his glass, in toast to "my mother, Madam Livingston… may she appear shortly amongst us, to grace our table with her illustrious presence!" His blue eyes sparkled with mirth as he sipped his excellent New York State wine. Carrie Livingston's airs as her husband John called them, were a standing family joke, although they were all careful not to make too much fun of her when she was present, as she had a notable lack of humour about her own quirks.

John started in on the creamy potatoe soup… he didn't care if Carrie wanted to call it Vichyssoise or not… to him it was just plain old potatoe soup… a little smoother than his mother used to make it when he was a boy on the farm.

He wondered what was keeping his wife so long… he had wanted to propose a toast himself, but now he had to wait until the entire family was together!

He had great hopes about the two week vacation he had suggested to the family. It would bring them all closer together, straighten out any problems that had to be straightened out! And what better place for it than at "Livingstons" his own resort where hundreds of strangers came to have a good time each summer season. He had purposefully turned down all requests for reservations for these first two weeks. They would all have a ball, he thought, riding the horses, swimming in the pool (since the weather promised to hold out, almost as though it were midsummer) playing golf, tennis, pool, and any of the many other activities that "Livingstons" offered its paying guests. For the next season, John was offering live entertainment, and the workmen were due to arrive around the middle of the month to begin work on the separate building that would serve as a nightclub. All in all, things were going splendidly, and he wanted to share some of his good fortune with his family… and he was especially interested in having two whole weeks when he would be seeing his lovely blonde daughter, Tricia, every day!

Jamie was enjoying his soup. It wasn't so bad being at the old house after all. Everyone seemed pleasant enough since their arrival a few hours ago in the trailer, and he was really very impressed with the changes and additions that his father and mother had made to the old place, which had only been one big house and a lot of land when he was a boy growing up. Now there were additions to the main house, including his mother's outrageously decorated bedroom suite, and there were several other buildings on the property, including the cabins some of the guests stayed in. There was also a swimming pool of Olympic proportions! What he wouldn't have given to have that there as a boy! He'd been surprised how glad he was to see his mother. He couldn't get over it. Each time he saw her she seemed to have gotten younger! She was something of a bother sometimes he'd thought upon seeing her run down to the car to meet him dressed in a smart slack-suit, but all in all he was really genuinely fond of the old girl!

He hadn't seen his sister, Tricia, in a while either, even though they lived within easy reach of each other in New York… he in a two story house near Sayville on Long Island, and she in an apartment in less affluent Queens. He couldn't for the life of him see why his younger sister had chosen to marry Ike… a very bad TV repairman, referred to by his sister when they first met as "an electronics engineer"! Well, at least the guy wanted to own his own store someday, Jamie thought, looking across the table at Ike, whose dark hair always seemed a shade too long, and who always looked like he needed a shave no matter when he shaved! Jamie being blonde didn't have that trouble, and he always felt a little envious of men who had heavy beards. He himself had tried to grow a moustache several times, but the results had always been too light to be effective, and he usually shaved the whole mess off after a couple of weeks. Scrutinizing his brother-in-law as unobtrusively as he could, Jamie decided that Tricia must have married him uniquely for his looks. "… and I'll bet he gives her what for in bed!" he speculated.

"Would you pass me the salt, please…" The familiar voice of his wife startled him, at once interrupting his chain of thought. Annoyed, he reached for one of several salt and pepper sets on the table and set them down before her plate.

"Thank you…" Susan said distinctly, in such a way that he knew she was rebuking him for not talking to her since they sat down at the table. Usually his reaction to such an attitude on her part would be to become even more unsociable, but suddenly he decided, the hell with it… why not really relax and have a good time since they were committed to being there for two weeks!

"Not at all!" he replied, turning to smile at his wife brilliantly. "Would you like some more wine, honey?" He downed his glass and reached for one of the bottles that the maid had left on the table.

Susan was at first startled by Jamie's change in attitude, and she didn't know whether he was being sarcastic or if she ought to take him seriously. She was feeling a little self-conscious about the low cut dress she had chosen to wear at dinner… but she was beginning to feel a little desperate about ever being attractive to her husband again, and while dressing, she'd made a split second decision on the provocative black dress that showed more of her amply proportioned breasts than usual. Smiling hopefully back at her husband, she searched his face for a sign. Jamie returned her look good naturedly, and Susan felt herself relaxing a little. Perhaps things would be alright after all! She allowed him to fill her empty wine glass to the brim, and as he toasted her she felt a surge of happiness run through her as she noticed his eyes taking in the magnificent swell of her almost naked breasts. If everything worked out alright that evening, perhaps they would make love that night! She was sure that Ike across the table from her was the type who made wild love to Jamie's sister every night… Lucky Tricia! she thought enviously.

"I want to toast too, Mommy!" little Nancy piped up. She was already bored by this adult's supper and was hoping she'd be able to finish eating and go outside soon. She had no intention of going to bed, but hoped to explore more of her grandparents' resort while no one was about to tell her what she should or shouldn't be doing.

"Of course, darling," Susan replied, clinking her glass to her daughter's soda filled wine glass. "Let's toast to a very successful evening!"

Ike had not failed to notice his beautiful auburn-haired sister-in-law's splendid figure. He had only met her once or twice before, but never had he suspected that she had such hidden talents! What he wouldn't give to get his hands on those babies, he thought! And what was better to get some good photographs of them for his secret collection. He was idly wondering if she ever sunbathed in the nude and congratulating himself for bringing up not only all his photographic equipment, but his new video recorder as well! He chuckled when he remembered Tricia's expression when she saw him putting all the cameras in the car. Poor Tricia! He hoped she got used to it all soon because he had no intentions of giving up his favorite hobby! He really didn't mind forcing his little blonde wife to do all these wild things though… in fact he had begun to enjoy that aspect of it more and more. And Tricia could not deny much longer that she was getting some good lays! He turned suddenly to her and whispered, "you know sweetie, if you'd just wise up to what you really like, you'd be a really groovy chick!"