The best laid plans

Friday finally rolls around and you had it all planned. You would tug one out before you left home so you wouldn't be so easily excitable and you would swing by the **** store on the way there and pick up a 'delay spray'. A desensitizing endurance enhancer you apply to your johnson. You also practiced a few masturbation techniques you had read about throughout the week. You made sure to get lots of sleep and ate well that day, you were as ready as you'd ever be.

Of course that was the day your car decided to break down. That afternoon you spend under the hood of your car trying to figure out what was wrong with it. At one point you hear Fiona's voice.

"Hey stud, Mom wants you to come start getting ready. We're leaving soon." She says. Shit, it was already time to go? Without your car you'd have to grab a ride with them.

Fiona sidles up beside you. "I can't believe you agreed to this. I can't wait to money shot that pretty little face of yours...again." She jeers.

"Shut up Fiona! I'll win this thing, you'll see!" You really wished you hadn't said that.

Fiona just laughs. "Sure stud, sure you will." She takes you around the shoulder. "You might, might, beat Chloe or Elsie, but nobody beats Aunt Peg. That woman is a machine." She pats you on the shoulder. "Now come on little brother, let's go get ready."

Shit, this was already off to a poor start. You slam your hood closed and head inside. The house was a bustle of activity as everyone got ready for the party. Unfortunately you weren't even able to get a bathroom to yourself as everyone needed access to it at once. Every time you went to start jerking off you would get interupted. At one point Fiona even peeked around the curtain and pointed at you. "No cheating!" She warned.

Soon you were on your way out the door and you hadn't gotten done what you had wanted. Fuck! You were going to the party locked and loaded and ready to open fire.

You and El get into the back seat of the SUV with Fiona and your mother up front. Just like old times. Elsie is grinning at you, obviously remembering all the times the two of you used traveled in the back seat together. Just then you remember the desensitizing spray.

"Uh, can we stop at a **** store. I, um, forgot to get Chloe a card." You say.

Your mother shakes her head as she pulls out of the driveway. "Don't worry Jesse, we got her something from the family. It's covered. The **** store is too far out of the way anyways." Shit, there goes another part of the plan.

"Besides, Chloe is so excited to finally get to see you that you kind of are a present yourself." Elsie adds.

"Poor Chloe, it'll be like getting socks for Christmas." Fiona jibes.

"I like socks for Christmas." Elsie defends you, giving you a little wink.

"You're so weird." Fiona states.

Your mother ignores her children's banter as per usual. She changes the subject. "Remember guys, we let Chloe lose tonight, okay? And I hope you saved up a nice big load for her too."

Fiona hides a grin. "Don't worry Mom, we'll all do you proud."

Elsie then asks you. "Have you spoken to Chloe since the big day?"

You shake your head. "No, I haven't talked with her in a couple months actually."

Fiona chuckles. "Well, be ready. She is not who you think she is."

You look at Elsie with a puzzled look. El also laughs a bit. "Fiona's not kidding. That quiet nerdy little woman that you know her to be, well, lets just say she really opens up during these family, er, get-togethers."

Fiona adds. "Opens up? Talks like a coked out nymphomaniac whore more like. She's nuts." Your big sister then adds. "She's fun...in small doses."

You were having trouble believing your ears. Prim little Chloe? Really?

Your mother drives into the more upscale neighborhood where your aunt lived. Beautiful large houses with big manicured lawns line the street. You could see your aunt's modern looking home in the distance.