Bedtime

Aunt Olivia cooked us dinner even though she was mostly full from pizza. We put on clothes, being sexually spent for the moment, and had a wholesome family dinner at the kitchen table.

"So are you coming for Thanksgiving, Aunt Olivia?" my sister asked with a sly grin.

"Excuse me?" my aunt asked, raising an eyebrow. Of course she had no idea Thanksgiving was in a week, she was as oblivious to major national holidays as everything else.

"At the farm, Mom and Dad are hosting Thanksgiving this year," I explained. "I'll drive us down in the truck."

I'd shown the truck off to Christie that afternoon and she wasn't impressed. "Are you sure the state has enough gasoline to get that ugly rust bucket to the farm?" she teased.

I rolled my eyes and we enjoyed the quiche Aunt Olivia had made us.

"Oh yes, Thanksgiving, I'll be coming," Aunt Olivia said. "I love going back to the farm."

Sometimes I forgot that Aunt Olivia grew up on the farm too. She actually had my childhood bedroom back in the 1990s. She's my mom's sister and when our grandfather died, obviously Olivia wasn't the farming type, so Mom took over.

"Who's gonna take over when Mom and Dad get old? It sure won't be me," Christie asked. It was a good question.

"Probably me I guess, but Mom and Dad will be around for a long time," I said.

"Maybe I'll retire there," Aunt Olivia said, "The chickens will keep my company in my old age."

I giggled since it sounded like her wry sense of humor to me and we ate dinner, asking my sister how things were back on the farm, but Christie was eager to be out of there and steered conversation to college life.

"Mark will walk you around campus tomorrow to give you a feel for it," Olivia said to my sister.

"You can see how fast college girls turn their noses up at farmers," I joked.

"Ugh," my sister said, "Wear something fashionable, Mark!"

"Okay I'll dress like a hipster," I teased.

We bantered like that for a while then retired to play board games. Aunt Olivia was banned from playing Scrabble since she'd score like 400 points and the rest of us wouldn't have a chance, so we played Monopoly. I caught Christie cheating by trying to swipe hundred dollar bills from the bank and she got pissed when I called her out and she stormed off, but she had to go to my room since that's where she was staying, so it was very silly. But that never stopped my sister from making a scene.

"Oh dear, I hope we haven't upset her," Olivia said after the game.

"Nah, that always happens," I said, "Remember? It's not family board game night unless Christie storms off over something trivial."

Aunt Olivia chuckled as we went to the kitchen to do the evening dishes. Sometimes she doesn't seem oblivious after all, but it's nice to talk to her seriously too.

"Are you really gonna move to the farm when you retire?" I asked.

"Yeah, why not?" she said, "I grew up there. It will be nice to go back. It will just be lonely."

"I'll go live there with you too," I said, taking her hand after she put up the last dish to dry. If I didn't know better, I'd say Aunt Olivia almost had tears in her eyes.

Once we'd gotten the common area of the condo nice and tidy, we turned out the lights and stood in the little hallway between our bedrooms.

"Give Auntie a kiss goodnight," she said sweetly.

I kissed her on the lips, pressing my tongue into her mouth casually. Through gradual escalation, I'd gotten her to think this was the ordinary way to kiss her nephew goodnight. I felt her tongue against mine, enthusiastically entering my own mouth. She really thought tongue kissing was proper and normal, and it was wonderful. I let her explore my mouth with her tongue for what felt like a minute then I broke the kiss. I was getting a stiffy and thought about satisfying myself with Aunt Olivia, but I really had overexerted myself lifting weights for a half hour, as dumb as that sounds. I could barely move.

"Goodnight, Aunt Olivia," I said, and headed to my room.

"Goodnight, Mark," she said dreamily.

Christie was already in my bed, which was nice. She was playing with her phone with her back to me, still annoyed about the Monopoly incident obviously. I undressed and got in bed nude with her.

"Hey," I said, cuddling up behind her, feeling that she was wearing panties. She didn't object to me getting so close.

"Ugh, my legs are on fire," she said, "I did so many squats!"

I laughed. "My arms are murdered too," I said, "But was it worth it?"

"Yeah," she admitted, "I'd never had sex with a lady before. Or a dude, but not a lady either."

I smiled. It was good to know my sister was a virgin. Maybe it was none of my business... but it was still good to know. It was also weird to hear someone speak so bluntly about sex after months of Aunt Olivia thinking it was all exercises and other nonsense.

I wrapped my arms around my sister from behind and made her the little spoon. "Is this okay?"

"Yeah," she said, "I'm sorry I didn't suck your dick earlier. I just wasn't ready."

I was shocked to hear my sister say that, but not at all displeased.

"It's okay, hey what happened to my cum on your tits?" I asked, realizing now I that I didn't know. This was an important question!

"Aunt Olivia licked it off my boobs while you were in the bathroom," my sister said. "It was hot as hell. She uh, thought it was just her favorite sauce that got spilled somehow."

I laughed. "Well it is her favorite sauce. So ummm... you'd actually suck my dick?"

"I don't know," my sister said, "I won't think it's a bottle of sauce, that's for sure."

We both laughed.

"Do you want me to?" she asked, sounding uncertain.

Now that I wasn't naked with my cock in front of her mouth and could actually think about it soberly, it was more complicated. "On a basic, horny, level, yeah," I said, "But maybe it's not right. You are my sister, you're the closest person to me in the whole world."

She melted into my arms.

"And you cheat at Monopoly."

She elbowed me.

"Ow! Do you want to suck me, though?"

She giggled nervously. "On a basic horny level, yeah," she said. That made me hard, my erection pressing against her butt as I held her from behind. "But it would change everything. Maybe we could like... go real close to it, but not actually have ****? It would feel good but we wouldn't actually break the boundary."

A blowjob from my sister would feel great, but doing all kinds of perverted stuff with her that stopped short of sex had a certain appeal too. I slid my hand up and cupped her bare breasts.

"So I can do this?" I said.

"Y-yeah," she said, "Anything but touching my pussy. Or me touching your cock."

That was a frustratingly clear line, but I respected my sister and agreed to it. There might be a lot of very fun wiggle room in the word "Anything", I realized.

"I need to jerk off then," I said as I fondled her boobs.

"That's fine," she said, "I need to cum too."

She pulled down the sheets and then her panties, and we lay next to each other on our backs. I jerked off casually, watching as she started rubbing her pussy with her fingers. The room was just lit by my nightlight and the ambient neon light of the city through my window, but it was plenty.

It should have felt wrong, masturbating in bed next to my sister, but I realized I'd always wanted this kind of relationship with her. Maybe we'd have sex, maybe we wouldn't but being able to beat my meat with her watching was hot and felt very right.

"So you liked eating Aunt Olivia's pussy?" I asked. I wanted to know anyway but this was great masturbation talk too.

"Yeah," she said. I watched as her practiced fingers rubbed her clit. She had pink fingernails, a little long (but not like some bimbo on a reality show). "I'm not a lesbian... I guess I'm bi. But Aunt Olivia is sexy."

"Tell me about it," I said, stroking myself casually as I watched my sister masturbate next to me. "You prefer guys though?"

"I guess," she said, "Maybe I'll fuck a college guy tomorrow night to find out."

"Hah hah," I said, dismissing that as a joke. I wasn't going to let her fuck some random dude. She was my sister!

I reached over and grabbed her left breast.

"Hey!" she yelled.

"You said I could touch anything but your pussy," I said. I played with her nipple, tweaking it between my fingers. She didn't object anymore. She started to moan as I massaged her breast, exploring it with my fingers.

"Kiss me, Mark," she said. I tilted my head and kissed my sister on the lips, forcing my tongue into her mouth, but she didn't object. As my tongue played with hers, we both came hard. She shivered and bit my lip as she road my orgasm. I shot cum all over my chest. Not as hot as her tits, but there would be more chances for that.

I was spent in every way. We cleaned and cuddled back up in bed.

"Goodnight, Christie, I love you," I said as I held her.

She was already asleep in my arms.