Grandpa

Your grandfather, the patriarch of the Doe clan, walks in. He has a big smile on his face when he sees you.

"John, it's great that you could make it to the family reunion!" he says, heading to one of the urinals. You decide to need to relieve your bladder as well. "Your girlfriend is quite the looker, my boy!"

"Thank you. I think so too." You smile proudly.

"Loretta told me that you two have been dating for six months and are going to move in together," your grandfather says as struggles to pee. "I'm not going to judge you kids but I had proposed to your grandmother after a courtship of only four months. Mind you that we had already known each other since we were kids." You wash your hands as your grandfather finally manages to piss with a loud sigh of relief.

You grandfather shuffles to the sink to wash his hands. "I know it's too early to say this, and I will probably sound like your mother, but if and when you two kids get married, I want you two to have a lot of children!" He gives you a wink. "Us Doe men have been blessed with stamina of an ox and a virility of a stallion!" This would explain how you can stay erect for a long duration and can cum multiple times.

"I'm asking you this because I want you to keep the family name alive," your grandfather answers the confused look on your face. "Son, if you haven't noticed but most of your cousins are girls and your young cousin Bill, well, there's talk he may be gay."

He leans forward and whispers to you, "And if you spread your seed around and leave bastards, just as long as they have the Doe name. Don't worry because I have." He gives you a sly wink. It's dawning on you that your grandfather is essentially asking you to fuck for the sake of the family name.

He pats you on the shoulder. "And don't worry about finances. There's something in my will for you as long as you get married and have lots of children." Your grandfather leaves you in the washroom to let the responsibility he asked of you to sink in.

You think you hear a faint muffled groan coming through the wall. You dismiss it as nothing. You head back to the table, but Bill is the only one there.

"The girls went to the restroom," he says dully.

"Okay. Do we order dessert or what?" You really don't care about food right now but rather Loretta.

"Yeah, they'll be around again in a couple minutes. You can have either apple pie, brown betty, or chocolate mousse. They all looked good."

Just then Marla and Loretta return from the restroom, arm in arm, giggling and panting hard. You are so glad that Loretta is getting along so well with your cousin.

They sit just as the waitress comes by to take your dessert order.

"Marla and I are going to share a chocolate mousse, . You have whatever you want," Loretta says with a sly grin.

"I'll have the apple pie ala mode, please," you tell the waitress. Bill orders the same.

Marla and Loretta seem to be sneaking glances at you as they talk a mile a minute about movies, music, and clothes. Dessert comes, and silence returns as everyone eats.