Family Reunion

"You know, your family reunions were always a mixed bag."

"Fuck you." Mitch replies.

"I mean literally everyone but." you laugh, "I remember how your dad would book me a hotel room and then be in it when I arrived, ass up waiting to get railed."

"And I'd tell him," you say continuing even though it's making Mitch incredibly aggravated, "'What a hungry little pink hole you have there Daniel.' and then I'd take a picture and send it to you. I know how much you love seeing your father."

"Not like that you perv," Mitch replies, but you cut him off.

"It's a shame I had to fuck him on the floor, that carpet was so scratchy. If I let him on the bed, the sheets would have been soaked. Your dad would squirt his jizz from the slightest of touches. Poor sexually repressed man. I remember he came three separate times while sucking a load out of my dick, greedy slut."

"Stop talking about my dad's sex life you fucking perv." Mitch says trying to distract himself with his computer.

"Fine. I can get it. Your dad isn't really a looker. Your uncle Ricky however, oh he was definitely a greater highlight of those reunions. What that man can do with his dick, simply magical. Hotter and hornier than your dad. Oh what that man would do just to shove his dick down my asshole." You turn around and pull your pants down revealing your jockstrap and plump bubble butt. "But can you blame him, my ass is like a turkey on thanksgiving: just begging to be stuffed."

"What the fuck, pull your pants up before I file a sexual harassment charge with HR." Mitch says.

"Ugh, as much as the idea of me getting in trouble with HR gets your little dick hard, I wish you wouldn't file with HR and just enjoy the view," you say giving your ass a jiggle.

"Oh yeah? Watch me!" Mitch says as you pulls up the phone and began typing in a number, but he stops. The whole time, he hasn't stopped looking at your ass. "Fuck why can't I remember their number." he says in frustration, slamming the phone on the desk. "Oh I know, I'll take pictures and email them to HR as proof."

"Oh I wish you would, but instead of sending them to HR, accidentally send them to your older brother, Simon," You say cracking a smile.

"You wish, your whore ass is gonna get so fucking fired." Mitch says taking out his phone and snapping photos of your exposed body. You pose, giving him angles. "And send...FUCK." Mitch shouts. "How did you? You joking about me sending it to my...I accidentally sent it to Simon? How the fuck? WHY IS IT AUTO-FILLING HR TO SIMON." Mitch frustratedly taps on his phone.

"Oh I bet Simon will like those, poor thing," you say with a smile, "I always felt bad for his wife, what was her name...Sarah? Samantha?"

"Sandra," Mitch interjected, "And it's ex-wife thanks to you."

"Well frankly I don't know why you're thanking me," you say sitting on the table opposite Mitch.

"It's your fault their marriage fell apart," Mitch shouts.