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Family does matter (Graceful + RV)

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Jan 19, 2009
Simon smiled. It was time for the family re-union, and he hadn't seem some of his cousins in ten years! He sat in the back of his parents car, they had told him only one car would be enough for him and his younger sister. He hadn't felt like it because he felt restrained, he couldn't just blast his music out like he used to in his own car.

They pulled off the interstate, having moved those 10 years ago because his father got transferred from one naval office to the other. He worked with making sure that the goods needed on the ships were there on time and loaded.

They arrived at his grandparents a moment later, seeing a couple of other cars outside the large farm as it was the usual spot for the re-union. He was the first out of the car, the slim and tall male heading into the house with a smile as he greeted the old couple.
 
Her grandfather had them roaring with laughter. Her grandparents were just as Rachel remembered them. The kitchen was filled with smells of cookies and pies, her grandfather entertaining them with stories about when her parents and aunts and uncles were children, embarrassing them.

Their heads turned hearing the door open, her grandmother Viola jumped up and hugged each person who walked in. The old woman had an incredible memory for names and faces.

"Hi," she said, after her grandmother introduced her to her cousin Simon. She smiled at him, wishing she could disappear into the floor boards because he was so good looking. Just my luck my cousin would be drop dead gorgeous.

"You're just in time to hear him tell some embarrassing stories about the family," she tells him, adding, "Ask him if he has any stories about your dad or mom, you can use them for blackmailing purposes," she whispered to him.

Rachel's dark blue eyes were watery, but not from crying, from laughing. Her black hair was pulled back, it was thick, long and naturally curly. Of course her dark strands would escape their confines to caress her delicate face. She was wearing blue jean shorts, and a red t-shirt. She still hadn't removed her jacket and sneakers, and she'd been there a little over an hour. Maybe she'd left her jacket on in an attempt to hide her large breasts, she does hate how big they are.
 
Simon hugged his grandma gently, smiling as he entered. "Hello everyone." He said with a friendly smile as he then noticed her. They hadn't seen each other for so long and his only memory of her was back when they had been playing on the swings out the back. He moved through the people to sit down next to Rachel as he heard her suggestion and whisper. "Nah, I should be nice to them." He chuckled softly taking in her new looks.

She might think he was good looking, but he was certainly also admiring her. Not because of her bust, but because of how beautiful she had gotten since they were smaller. He turned his attention back to their grandfather. Everyone in the family were there now, the room was almost packed with people and it was good they wouldn't be eating there. It had been set up so the youngsters ate in one room and the adults in the other room so the youngsters were free to leave the table when they pleased.
 
Rachel laughed, she didn't want to be as nice to her parents, and for good reason. They had brought their photo album with them, filled with photos of their family, many of them were of her when she was a baby and little girl. Some cute, there was even one of her and Simon on the swings together seeing who could fly the highest. And more than a few very embarrassing photos that her mother proceeded to show almost everyone, so when their grandfather started telling stories, she asked him about her parents. She even asked if they had any pictures.

When it was time to eat, she was more than happy to follow the other 'youngsters' into the other room. She laid her plate and glass down on the table and sat down next to him. It was much quieter without the adults. She thought about the photo of them on the swings, and shook her head, couldn't believe that use to be them. "You grew up, Simon. So where did you move to?" She opened her napkin, placing it on her lap. She knew that his father was in the navy, that's why they had moved, while she and her parents and brothers still lived in the same house, in the same boring, but nice neighborhood. Well, make that one brother, her oldest brother had moved out.
 
Simons parents hadn't brough anything with them apart from clothes and some books for the trip. They hadn't found it needing to bring other stuff as it would just have delayed them further. They might have unpacked, but some of the heavy stuff was kept packed in case of another transfer. He enjoyed seeing pictures, especially of her as he laughed softly at the memory of them playing on the swings. He hadn't forgotten it but it was nice to have the memory refreshed. And even looking at her, he could hardly believe she had been the same shy girl she was back then.

Proceeding to dinnertime, he took his seat in one end of the table, all the cousins and siblings piling into the room in their own speed. He greeted a few of them, telling his younger brother to go sit in the other end so he wouldn't be bothered as he simply put the napkin next to the plate. "Yeah.. I guess I did." He was a bit hesitant in admitting it as he smiled softly to her. "We moved to San Diego, it's nice and warm but can be a bit too much." He told her. He didn't really seem bothered with it, but he did have a decent tan showing on his skin from having been out and hanging around with some of his new friends.
 
"Don't tell me you miss this place," she said, adding, "nothing exciting ever happens here. And you remember how cold the winters are here, don't you?" She had to admit though, she couldn't imagine spending Christmas in San Diego, California. Christmas without snow just seemed wrong somehow. But otherwise, San Diego sounded better than Minnesota. With all the lakes.. it was beautiful here though.

That he had a tan was the first thing she had noticed about him, the second being that he was no longer the same little boy she remembered playing with on the swings.
 
Simon was a patient listener as she talked, laughing softly right after as he worked out his reply in his head. He didn't know what it was, but for some reason she had always been funny to be around. "I don't miss the place, but I miss the people." He told her, smiling softly. "It's been forever since we played around and were kids." He added, sitting back in the chair, putting his fork and knife down and just looked at her with a smile.

He didn't seem bothered with anything, she was right there in front of him and he was still hoping to make her smile more than usually. He just didn't know what his head was telling him would happen later. He seemed to reject the thought of her with him, at least for now as he felt it a bit wrong with them being cousins, though he could always pretend she was one of his classmates.
 
There had to be at least a dozen of girls in San Diego with huge crushes on Simon. He had an infectious laugh, and his smile could make any girl's heart beat faster. Her's was evidence of that. Of course they were cousins, so it was best not to even entertain thoughts of anything happening between them. Then again.. what would be the harm in daydreaming? She could pretend that instead of a cousin, he is an old friend of the family.

Rachel laid her fork and knife down on her plate and laid her napkin on top of it. She hadn't finished, but she wasn't really hungry. What she wanted to do was get away from the kids. "We always did have fun together, Simon. Hey, do you feel like going for a walk?"
 
Simon enjoyed being around her. She was always a laugh to him. He saw her putting down her fork and knife as well. He wiped his mouth quickly with the napkin as he listened to her. "Yea, we did have fun." Then it struck him, she wanted to go for a walk with him! He gave her a quick nod. "Sure, I wanna find out if I can remember the way around here." He said, scrambling to his feet as he wouldn't mind the alone time.

He waited for her to get up before gesturing at her for following him. He went out the back door, heading into the garden as he noticed that the weather was for once pleasant. He slipped a hand into the pocket of his jeans as he kept the one closest to her's hanging by his side.
 
She followed him out the back door. Thankfully her younger brother, nor any of the other youngsters saw them, or they might have taken it upon themselves to follow. Because he'd said that he wanted to find out if he still remembered the way around, she didn't lead or try to tell him which direction they should go. She followed him. Recognizing the way to the garden even before they reached there. They walked in a comfortable silence, her hands were free, walking close, side by side their hands almost touched a few times. Occasionally she would glance over at him, wondering what he was thinking, but not asking. It was enough just being alone with Simon. "You remembered."
 
Simon loved being alone with her there, just spending time with her. He walked the road he remembered, noticing the gardens ahead as he suddenly felt her hand against his own. He hesitated for a moment, looking down at he as they walked before he took her hand. It was just as they arrived at the garden. "Yea, I guess I haven't been away long enough to forget." He smiled, holding her hand as he walked inside. "Come, the oak tree is over here." He told her softly, pointing towards the old oak tree that had only grown larger since they had last been there.
 
Rachel turned her head and smiled as she felt him take her hand as they arrived at the garden. Their fingers entwined. She turned her head and looked to where he pointed at the old oak tree. "It's larger than I remember," she answered softly, walking with him towards the large old oak. It was a warm night, the stars were out, and she was happy that she was there with Simon. She couldn't begin to explain why.. she just liked being with him.
 
Simon smiled, feeling their fingers locking. He was happy to be there with her. "Yea, it's grown a lot." He replied, moving to stand before it, pulling her in front of him and putting the arm he had with her hand in it around her waist, holding her hand again. "It's been so long." He told her softly, trying to sound as little seductive as possible. He didn't want to accidentally offend her as they stood there together.
 
"Too long," she whispered. His arm around her, the one with his hand holding hers, their fingers still entwined, felt so good around her Rachel reached for his other hand and pulled that arm around her too. As she leaned back against him, she hoped that she wasn't being too forward. Just felt so good being this close to him. She tried not to think about when Simon and his family will have to leave, he was there with her now. That's all that mattered.
 
Simon stood there, enjoying the moment as he felt her moving his other hand. He willingly did so, holding both her hands as he felt her leaning back against him. He was smiling widely, enjoying the moment with he as there were just the two of them and the old oak. Softly he pushed his lips against the top of her head, kissing the spot softly. He kept his nose burried in her hair, taking in her scent with a smile as he found a certain need for holding her close to him.
 
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