A short week

I gave my sister her clothes back and drove Christie to the bus station in my truck. We drove through the neighborhood by the campus and then the edge of downtown, so she was seeing lots of vegan restaurants and coffeehouses with pride flags in the windows, it's those kind of neighborhoods.

"Don't you feel out of place in the city with this truck?" she asked.

I shrugged. "Well I'm an electrician who grew up on a farm. What am I supposed to drive, a Prius?"

She laughed. Despite her sarcasm this was her first time in the city without being under mom and dad's supervision, so she was feeling things out, thinking about if she actually wanted to come to a place like this for school.

We didn't talk about the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing and I was starting to wonder if that was just a fleeting thing said in passion. Maybe it would be better that way.

"Anyway I guess this is what it would be like if you go to school here," I said.

"Banging you and my aunt?" she smirked, "Well it's certainly not the typical college experience. I need to think about it, Mark."

I helped her into the bus station with her bags then she gave me a hug goodbye. I suppose nobody could have known we were siblings and I kind of wanted a kiss on the lips, but the hug was still nice.

Unfortunately I can't just laze around the condo all the time and do perverted things with Aunt Olivia, so it was back to work first thing Monday morning. At least this was just a three-day work week, but everyone was scrambling to get their kitchens in working order before they had Thanksgiving guests so we had a lot of jobs. I was learning some people only use their oven for Thanksgiving dinner, apparently they just order out and warm stuff up in the microwave the other 364 days of the year.

It sure wasn't like that on the farm, we cooked everything from scratch. That was one of the reasons I was looking forward to going home. Living in the city is profitable but other than my shenanigans with Aunt Olivia, I can't say I was enjoying the lifestyle much yet. Maybe I should have spent more time going out to meet people and less time fooling around with my fit-bodied aunt... but... nah, I don't regret it at all.

She had to work too but got Wednesday off, so she packed us for the trip to the farm. She had everything loaded up by the time I got home after a long day of work. She even made me a thermos of coffee for the drive. Sometimes she seems like my sweet, doting girlfriend... but she's my aunt!

She would have helped with the drive, since I'd just worked for nine hours, but Aunt Olivia wasn't to be trusted behind the wheel of a 80-horsepower hybrid, we both knew she had no business driving a huge truck.

It felt good to be heading home to the family farm with Aunt Olivia in the passenger seat. All the cousins and aunts and uncles would be there, the women would cook a mountain of food for Thanksgiving dinner, the guys would watch football and maybe we'd go hunting, it would be very Norman Rockwell.

I let Aunt Olivia play music through the stereo with her phone, which for her meant classical. That sure sounded weird in a truck, but it was relaxing as we drove the endlessly straight stretch of interstate from the city to the distant county with our family farm.

"So are you looking forward to Thanksgiving?" she asked me pleasantly.

"Of course," I said, "The turkey, and all those great sides, and dessert... riding my four-wheeler again on the old trails... oh yeah, and seeing everybody."

She giggled. "Those are your priorities huh?"

I laughed. "What are you looking forward to?"

"Oh, being home, I suppose. I do miss it, even if I couldn't live there. And it will be nice to have fun with you there on the farm."

I blushed. "Ummm you know I can't give you your sauce or anything this weekend..." I mean, cumming on my aunt's food at the Thanksgiving table would probably be frowned upon!

"Oh? Whyever not?" Aunt Olivia asked obliviously.

"Well, then all the ladies would want it, and there's not enough sauce to go around," I explained facetiously, but she took it at face value.

"Oh, makes sense," she said, "But will you give your sister some?"

Was that jealousy?

"I hadn't really thought of it," I said. Which was a lie, I really wanted my sister to suck my cock this weekend, or even more, to get my "sauce". Something about forbidden fruit... if I may mix my metaphors.

"Really? You seemed very taken with her this weekend," Aunt Olivia said.

Wow, she really was jealous. That I was sharing my sauce with another woman? What was going on here?

"You'll always be first in line for my sauce," I said, "In fact I brought my bottle with us." This was such a ridiculous metaphor, but I was horny as hell after an hour of driving with my sexy aunt next to me and this being the subject matter.

Aunt Olivia grinned. "And where is the bottle?" she asked.

"In my pants, oddly enough," I said. Bless her obliviousness, she reached for my crotch and unzipped. My cock sprang out.

Ever since I'd heard of it I'd wanted the fabled "road head" but now it was finally happening. Aunt Olivia leaned over my lap and took my cock into her mouth, sure she was just getting sauce from a pesky bottle. One of the advantages of a lifted truck is I didn't worry about anybody seeing us doing this as we cruised down the highway.

As she sucked my cock, it felt good, but I wanted much more. I pulled off at a rest stop with a big parking area for semis and found a quiet corner.

"The sauce doesn't want to come out today," I said, "You'll have to use your vagina. That's much stronger than your mouth, you know."

"Oh, I didn't know that," Aunt Olivia said, totally buying the ridiculous claim, "Can anyone see us here? I mean I'm just getting sauce, but it does expose a private part of me..."

What about me? I thought to myself with a chuckle. "No, nobody's here and we're up really high."

She was wearing a pencil skirt so she slid down her panties and climbed atop me. Soon she sank down on my lap and my cock thrust into her bald pussy. She was very wet. Something about her using her pussy to open my "bottle" and get the "sauce", it was very amusing to me that she really thought this was a legitimate way to use her body. She road me, my cock probing deep inside her cunt. It should have felt sleezy, fucking my aunt in a cold, desolate parking lot, but it was so hot and sexy. I loved our kinky encounters, they felt downright heartwarming.

I wanted to get her naked but couldn't think of a reason why she'd have to take off all her clothes to open a bottle. I bucked up in the seat, pushing my cock into her pussy with each thrust. She groaned in pleasure.

I felt her pussy walls squeezing my dick hard. She was so tight. I moaned in pleasure.

"Jacob," she said, a little sternly, "Don't spill any of the sauce. I want it all in my mouth."

"Oh, of course Aunt Olivia," I said sheepishly, fighting not to cum in her pussy. That would have been my preference, but I couldn't disobey my aunt.

"It's about to come out," I said, "Put your mouth around my cock."

"What?" she said.

"The bottle!" I said quickly, "It's coming out!"

She shrugged and crawled between my legs, taking my cock in her mouth shamelessly and sucking me, no doubt tasting her own pussy juices. My cock exploded, filling her mouth with sperm. She clamped her lips down and milked every last but of my cum out, thinking it was sauce from a bottle.

I groaned in pleasure as she suckled my cock. The sun had set by the time she licked me clean and straightened herself. "Thank you, Mark," she said, gathering herself, "The sauce was wonderful. Too bad you can't put it on my turkey tomorrow night."

I'd like to put it in your turkey, I thought with a grin. "Oh Aunt Olivia," I said, "You're the best!" She kissed me on the cheek.

I started the engine and drove off. We had to get to our family's house for Thanksgiving!