Thanksgiving

We got dressed and went down to get started with Thanksgiving. Our family is pretty traditional (my activities with my aunt and sister notwithstanding) so Thanksgiving is a big deal for us. There were about 25 family members for breakfast with some stragglers expected throughout the day to bring us up to just under 40. Ever since my grandma passed away, Mom and the other Aunts have teamed up for the cooking, along with the older girl cousins. Aunt Olivia isn't a bad cook but the aunts don't trust her so much since she was known as a teenager for leaving the stove on and almost burning down the house, that sort of thing. She prefers watching football with the guys anyway.

My sister decided to help with the cooking this year, I guess to show she wasn't a kid anymore. I sat in the living room with mostly male relatives and Aunt Olivia. As we watched the first football game of the day, my cousins and uncles teased me a bit for living in the city, asking me if I had a Vegan girlfriend with a shaved head yet and that sort of thing. But since I was training to be an electrician they didn't have much to actually object to about my lifestyle, they even liked that I was living with Aunt Olivia and thought we made a good team for some reason - each of us looking out for the other.

So we watched football and occasionally women came in from the kitchen to lovingly hassle us for being lazy or keep us posted on the ever-shifting projected time when all the food would be ready. It was very traditional Thanksgiving stuff.

I was worried someone might have heard us the night before, it was reckless to do all of that sexy stuff in a house full of relatives, but no one said a thing. We had Thanksgiving dinner and it was all sappy business as usual for my family. The food was great as always, except I was looking at my sister and thinking about how she'd eaten my ass the night before. Something about learning what a total pervert my seemingly innocent sister was, for her brother at least, it really excited me.

I should also say this was my first Thanksgiving at the adult table. Which I know sounds pathetic, but our family is so big that even in the old farmhouse the dining room table is so crammed that you don't get to sit there until you're 18 like me, and my sister too. It was silly but it felt good to finally be among the adults and not yelling at my younger cousins to behave over the kid's table in the kitchen.

Christie seemed to feel the same way and was all acting all Miss Manners, not putting her elbows on the table and all of that nonsense to prove she belonged at the adult table. Still she made eye contact with me more than once and I was very excited about my prospects for the evening. The perverted things we were going to do in my bedroom for an entire night, without even Aunt Olivia there to slow me down... how much longer were my sister's anti-**** rules going to hold up?

But then there was some drama later that night when two of the girl cousins got into a fight over a board game. In true female fashion they went for each other's hair and were quickly separated, and obviously there was some underlying tension, I think one had insulted the other's make-up skills, maybe there was a comment about weight. It was some real 11-year-old girl bullshit but since those two cousins were sharing a bedroom, the aunts asked for one of the older girl cousins to stay there that night to keep the peace. Nobody volunteered so Aunt Olivia said "You'll do it, won't you Christie?" My sister reluctantly agreed.

Then there was a great re configuring of sleeping arrangements and somehow Aunt Olivia ended up being assigned to my room for the night. Hmmm, could my oblivious Aunt actually have planned this? What was the world coming to...

So I ended up in bed with Aunt Olivia again. There was no talk of me sleeping on the air mattress on the floor, we used it to block the door to the hallway should anyone barge in on us.

"Aunt Olivia," I asked, "Did you do this on purpose? Scheme to get Christie away from me?"

"What a rude question," she said, "Don't be ridiculous, Mark."

I suppose it was presumptuous and maybe I was jumping to conclusions.

She was cold now for what seemed like the first time I could remember. She hadn't been mad at me in over three months of living with her, but now in 24 hours back at home she was pissed off. I'd screwed up.

"What can I do to make you feel better?" I asked, wanting to allay my own guilt, but also genuinely wanting to make Aunt Olivia feel good.

"There's something you've done before, I vaguely recall, that makes me feel really good," she said in her usual spacey way, "You know, where you have trouble opening the sauce bottle and have to put it inside me. But it makes me feel good too... can you just do that tonight and if the sauce spills in me, that's okay?"

I tried my best not to laugh. I rolled on top of her, reaching down to push her panties aside. Or tried to at least.

"Ouch!" she said, "Slide them down, Mark."

Okay, learn something new every day. She raised her butt up and I slide her panties down to around her thighs. I reached between my legs and flopped my hard cock out, and pressed it against my Aunt's vaginal entrance. Did she really not know what I was doing? Clearly she knew it felt good, and that was enough for me in that moment. I pressed inside her.

She was quite wet. As always, her body knew what was going on. I pressed in carefully, not wanting to make a lot of noise on my old bed since the house was filled with relatives. But I wasn't going to pass up fucking my aunt.

I pushed my cock inside and kissed her on the lips. Her tongue flew into my mouth and she grinded her pussy against me. I loved bareback fucking my aunt as much as ever, wiggling my cock around deep inside her pussy as we kissed.

I started thrusting in and out of my aunt's tight, shaved hole. I didn't go too fast, to keep down the noise and so I didn't cum in about 30 seconds, so I concentrated on giving her slow, deliberate insertions of my cock. She didn't complain. She moaned in pleasure and was getting so loud i had to put my hand over her mouth. "Shhh! The house is full of people," I said. She hadn't even thought of that.

I fucked her bareback, enjoying the raw feel of her wet pussy walls all around me.

"Fuck me, Mark," she said. I looked at her curiously but was too far gone to fully realize what she'd said.

"Here's my sauce," I said, thrusting all the way inside her as I came. I wanted her to get off now too so I rubbed her clit a few times and that was all it took. She was shaking under me as she came. I shot my cum deep inside her, letting it all dribble out inside her pussy before reluctantly pulling out and collapsing next to her.

I wanted to ask if she knew we were having sex, that this was fucking. But... maybe I didn't want to know.

She wrapped her arm around me and I pulled the sheet and blanket over us.

"I love you, Mark," she said as we got comfortable.

"I love you too, Aunt Olivia," I said softly.

I heard her saying something about being her boyfriend... but the orgasm had drained me. I was asleep before I could process what she was saying.