Night and day

It was Aunt Olivia. She'd crept in silently and closed the door. The room was dimly lit with my bedside lamp, and I became aware what a boyish room it was, with posters of models in bikinis on the wall, and my old gaming computer with a million cheesy LED lights. And there I was naked with my sister. Of course, this perversion wasn't news to Aunt Olivia.

"What are you doing?" she asked, jealousy in her voice, "Are you two boyfriend and girlfriend?"

This was unexpected. Why would she care about that?

"We were just giving each other Australian Kisses," my sister said out of nowhere, "You know, a kiss out back. It's a Thanksgiving tradition."

I giggled. That was absolutely ridiculous. But of course Aunt Olivia bought it. "Oh, of course," she said, obviously just going along with it so as not to seem clueless, the way she'd done a few times earlier in the evening about innocent things.

"Aunt Sheila snores," Olivia explained, "I told her I'd sleep on a couch. But I'm going to sleep in here. This was my room as girl, you know."

With 20 or so people in the house, Aunt Sheila (who was overweight and collected dolls, and was a perpetual bachelorette) had been assigned to share a room with Aunt Olivia. So I couldn't really blame her for fleeing to our bedroom. Also with so many people probably we could get away with it.

"I'll take my Australian Kiss now," Aunt Olivia said. Wow, not only had she believed our ridiculous story, she assimilated it and now thought it actually was a Thanksgiving tradition.

I felt sheepish for some reason and didn't argue as Aunt Olivia slid down her leggings and presented her ass to us. I suppose I couldn't start objecting to the perversity after I'd done so much already. But before I could do anything, my sister leaned in and kissed Aunt Olivia's ass. I heard her lips smacking as she smooched, then she moved aside and I leaned in to kiss Aunt Olivia's starfish.

That was enough ass-kissing for one night though, I guess. We got in bed with me in the middle, my aunt on my left and my sister on my right.

"M-maybe I should sleep on the air mattress," I said after turning off the bedside lamp, "In case someone else comes in during the night."

This would look pretty incriminating, after all. I wished my bedroom had a locking door.

"Get up if you want," my sister said, rolling her naked body into mine under the covers. Oddly enough Aunt Olivia did too. In that warm pocket with two beautiful women's bodies rolling into mine... yeah... you couldn't get up either.

But then I thought about something. "Aunt Olivia... what, would you think, if Christie and I were boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"That's nonsense," Aunt Olivia said, in the darkened bedroom, all of us shoulder to shoulder in the bed, "You're brother and sister."

Christie squeezed my hand under the covers. I didn't know what was going on here at all, but it felt like a lot.

"Yeah," I said awkwardly, "I was just joking."

I felt confused. I did want to go out with Christie. And yet... Aunt Olivia was right, that was a ridiculous idea. But wait a minute, why did she even care? I lay there in the darkness trying to think this through.

"Guys..." I asked eventually, "Is this a love triangle? Over me?"

Neither of them answered. They must have already been asleep. I put my arms around both of them and slowly fell asleep myself.

The next morning I woke up to someone sucking my cock. Talk about Thanksgiving!

"I told her she could get her sauce now before we spend all day with the family," Christie said. I noticed my sister's face was inches from mine, we were sharing the same pillow somehow.

"I was hoping it was your mouth," I said, still half asleep.

Aunt Olivia accidentally used her teeth. "Hey!" I said, "Watch it! No teeth on the uh, bottle..."

Christie propped herself up on her elbow to watch my blowjob. Her big boobs dangled delightfully. This was looking to be the best Thanksgiving ever. Aunt Olivia was really taking me deep. I could feel her throat around my cockhead.

"You really want that sauce huh? You're deepthroating me. I mean uh, the bottle," I said.

"I can do that too," Christie said quickly. There it was again... why would she feel the need to compete with Aunt Olivia?

"Except for your rules huh? No touching my..."

"Bottle," my sister finished my sentence, her voice sounding frustrated.

Aunt Olivia took my full length in her mouth just then and I felt her tongue on my balls. Wow, I'd seen this in porn, but it was a million times better with my librarian Aunt doing the perverted act. "Yeah!" I said, "Lick my balls! Er uh, the base of the bottle. That'll get the sauce out!"

My sister rolled her eyes. It's hard to care about that kind of drama when you're getting deepthroated, though. Aunt Olivia sucked my dick like a woman possessed. Was she competing with Christie too? But my brain was totally mush. I just concentrated on this amazing blowjob. Aunt Olivia's throat was so tight. My sister's breasts were so big. I stroked my aunt's hair. I groaned and Christie put her hand over my mouth. Yeah, it wouldn't do for the relatives to hear this.

Aunt Olivia's head bobbed up and down on my cock. I moaned into my sister's hand, yanking on Aunt Olivia's hair. She didn't object, tightening her lips and pressing her tongue against my shaft. It was too much. My cock exploded in my aunt's mouth. Christie kissed me on the lips as I came. Aunt Olivia sucked hungrily, swallowing my cum... er... my "sauce". Rope after rope of cum shot out into my aunt's mouth and she swallowed every last drop.

We lay there in a sexual heap.

"Well," I said eventually, "Glad we got that out of our system. Let's go have Thanksgiving!"

They looked at me wryly, but I was right. We were scheduled for a full of the clean kind of family fun. It was time for Thanksgiving.