Home For The Holidays Ch. 03

To better understand this story and its characters, you might want to read parts one and two before proceeding with this chapter.

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It was a typical Thanksgiving dinner, with an oven-stuffer turkey and all the trimmings. Mom outdid herself, as usual, with her famous corn chowder to start with, the traditional potatoes, sweet potatoes, and numerous platters of veggies and homemade bread. When, at last, no one could eat another bite, we all helped clean off the table and looked forward to dessert a couple of hours later.

Uncle Joe, dad and grandpa poured themselves some Cognac, retired to the den and turned on one of the football games. Mom, Aunt Joan and grandma sipped Creme De Cocoa or Sambucca while sitting in the enclosed porch, chatting and watching the birds in the backyard feeder. Chrissy and I followed some of the game with the men until, one by one, we all nodded off for a little nap. So far, it had been a typical Thanksgiving dinner at our house.

I awoke to the sound of a marching band during the halftime show and, as my eyes began to focus clearly again, saw Chrissy sitting across from me and watching the TV. Everyone else was still sleeping; Chrissy must have woken up first and sat with her feet up on the sofa cushion, legs bent at the knees. She was wearing a long dress, typically what the ladies wore for holidays at our house. Slouching down a bit, with her knees up in the air, the dress stretched across her legs and formed a wide opening through which I could see her bottom and fancy white lace panties. The pose reminded me of something an innocent young child would do.

Chrissy soon noticed me looking under her dress; when our eyes met again, she wet her lips with her tongue, puckered up and blew me a kiss. She then reached around her raised legs and pulled her panties aside with her left hand while rubbing her pussy with the other. Clearly, Chrissy was not a little girl anymore.

I quickly frowned at her and pointed at dad, grandpa and Uncle Joe, reminding her that they could wake up at any second. For that matter, one of the other women could also walk into the room. Chrissy didn't care and continued to play with herself, holding her pussy lips wide open as she dipped two fingers into her honey pot. I was getting a hard-on watching her and began to rub myself through my pants. This was crazy and I was nervous that she was going to get caught.

Suddenly, dad stirred in his chair before waking, then looked over at me as I quickly moved my hand away from my crotch. He rubbed the sleep away from his eyes and asked, "Hey, Danny, what's the score?"

"I don't know, dad," I replied, "I was napping too and it's half time now." As I spoke, Chrissy put her legs back down on the floor and smoothed her dress over them, looking perfectly innocent again.

After several more minutes, everyone else had woken up but we still had some time before anyone would be ready for dessert. Chrissy got up and walked over to me, asking, "Hey Danny, want to play a video game?"

Our basement was a finished room with sofas and chairs and another TV; we had lots of interactive games and I thought Chrissy had a great idea. "Sure, let's go," I said.

The second half kickoff got underway as we left the others; I opened the door to the basement before we bounded down the same stairs we'd been using to get to the playroom since we were little kids. Chrissy turned the TV on and I began looking through the game titles for something we would both enjoy. By the time I turned to face Chrissy and ask what her preference was, I came face to face with my sister leaning against the top edge of the back of the basement sofa, dress hiked up again, and her fingers rubbing her pussy once more.

"You better be careful someone doesn't come down to join us and catch you playing with yourself," I warned her.

"Don't worry so much, bro," she replied, "if I hear that door at the top of the stairs opening, I've got plenty of time to get my act together."

I just looked at her and shook my head in disbelief. I was coming to suspect that, in the past few years at college, my older sister had acquired a whole new attitude toward sex! "I can't believe how horny you've been lately; what's gotten into you anyway?"

Chrissy stopped fingering herself, hopped off the sofa back, and let the hem of her dress fall again. She walked over to where I was standing, looked me straight in the eyes and replied, "YOU, Danny... you've gotten into me, and I like the way it's made me feel. None of the guys at school have excited me the way that you do."

I studied my sister's beautiful face as we gazed at each other and realized, for the first time, that we had indeed found a special relationship with each other. I was still worried that she lied to me about being on the pill and that I was going to get her pregnant. But, everytime I brought the subject up, she assured me everything was okay. I guess I was just going to have to trust her.

She placed her arms around my neck and pulled me close, planting a long, wet kiss on my lips. I reached around her slim body to hold her tightly and opened my mouth to feel her tongue reaching out for my own. Her large breasts were sandwiched between our embracing bodies and I let my right hand slip down to her ass, squeezing the firm cheeks and feeling the deep, shapely curves of her butt. Moving my hand lower, I dipped under the hem of the dress, raised it up enough to get my hand down the back of her panties and massaged the soft, smooth skin. My hard-on quickly began growing and I started to grind my pelvis into my sister's.

Chrissy released her hold on me and slowly pushed herself away; I removed my hand from her ass and wondered if something was wrong. She simply smiled at me, lifted her dress up again with one hand and held the crotch of her panties aside with the other, asking "Would you like a taste, Danny?"

And to think, I actually believed we were going downstairs to play a video game.

I soaked in the view of my wanton sister and noticed the moist, full labia now as she continued to spread her cunt wide open and strum her clit. Of course, I couldn't pass up such an offer so I knelt between her legs and pulled the panties down her legs until she lifted each foot long enough to let them fall to the floor. She stepped back a bit until her ass was touching the top of the sofa again; her open pussy hung off the edge and her feet were dangling just above the floor. I dove into her snatch and began licking and sucking the juices that were already starting to trickle out her deep pink groove. I inserted my tongue up her vagina as far as it could reach; Chrissy threw her head back and was savoring the action of my mouth.

I started sucking on her clit but stopped abruptly when I heard something moving behind me; Chrissy heard it too and we both looked up to see what it was.

"Oh, don't let me interrupt you", said Aunt Joan, as she stood at the base of the stairs. "I figured you two might be up to something good so I decided to sneak down the steps to see what was happening."

As I watched in disbelief, Aunt Joan walked over to the sofa and propped herself right next to Chrissy. "Would you mind if I just watched for a while? I'm getting really turned on."

"Uhhh.. sure, Aunt Joan," I said, not really knowing what to make of this unexpected turn of events. "I guess so."

She used one hand to pull her dress up high as the other held the crotch of her panties to one side. A hairy bush surrounded her large pussy lips and moisture coated her fingers as she started to massage her beaver.

I resumed tonguing Chrissy's pussy but I felt very uncomfortable, knowing our aunt was watching us. From time to time, I glanced over at Aunt Joan to see what she was doing.

Aunt Joan was younger than our mom, in her late thirties, I imagined. She was possibly a few pounds overweight but had a really nice body, probably because she never had any kids. Her dark curly hair was kept kind of short and she had a pretty, round face; her shapely legs kept moving further apart as she continued to finger her snatch and her breathing got heavier.

Aunt Joan finally noticed me looking her way; she smiled, the tip of her tongue licked around her slightly parted red lips, and asked, "Danny, would you like to eat your aunt's pussy for a while?"

After hearing her tell us, during breakfast, of the swinging she and Uncle Joe had been involved in recently, I wasn't really surprised at this behavior. I was, however, shocked that she'd be so brazen in front of Chrissy and I.

"But... you're my AUNT!" I said in astonishment.

"Yes, and that's your SISTER who's muffin you've been munching on. So, your point would be...?"

I was dumbstruck and didn't know what to do. Chrissy laughed a little and said, "Why don't you go for it, bro... give auntie some action."

I must admit, my aunt was quite attractive for her age and her snatch looked very inviting. I was tempted to give it a try but I replied, "This is crazy... someone could walk down here any minute."

Aunt Joan said, "Your mom and grandma went next door to visit Mrs. Walsh, and the guys are totally into the game upstairs. Come on, Danny, let me feel you stick that tongue of yours up my twat. I'm starting to get really hot down there."

Well, that was all I could take; my aunt was talking dirty to me, and my view of her dripping wet pussy was making my dick hard as steel. I decided to stop fighting it and went down on my aunt. Her musky aroma filled my nostrils as I started sucking on her swollen cunt lips and pushing my tongue into her gash. I was kneeling on the carpeted floor but, moments later, felt my pants zipper being opened. Chrissy had knelt down next to me and pulled my stiff prick out the fly of my pants. She applied a liberal coating of saliva to her hand, grasped my dick and began jerking me off. She seemed to enjoy studying the way the skin slid over the ridge of my cock as her fist moved back and forth.

I continued to play with my aunt's cunt, spreading it wide open with my hands while I lapped up the pussy juice trickling out. I could hear her moaning now and knew she was getting really excited. Chrissy had bent down and started to deep-throat my boner, her head moving back and forth as her tight lips traveled the length of my erection. I moved my right hand up and under my aunt's dress until I felt her breasts, contained by her bra. I squeezed her melons through the lacy material and could feel her nipples getting harder as I continued to tongue her pussy. Chrissy then held the head of my prick in her mouth, sucking on it, while she slid her hand back and forth along the length of my shaft. I was getting harder by the minute and could feel my orgasm getting closer.

"Danny," Aunt Joan finally said, "how about sticking that big dick of yours inside me?"

Without a word, Chrissy took my prick out of her mouth and stood up, grabbing me by the shoulders and helping me stand between my aunt's spread thighs. My pants were still on and my rigid pole stuck out the front opening as I maneuvered closer to Aunt Joan's crotch. Chrissy grabbed my prick and guided the deep red knob into the older woman's dripping slit. My cock was nearly ready to burst by now as I slid the entire length of it into my aunt and she began humping her torso at me.

Chrissy positioned herself next to Aunt Joan and was rubbing her own pussy for a minute before looking over and asking, "Hey, Danny, how about me?"

Much to my aunt's disappointment, I withdrew my rigid boner from her snatch and moved a step to the right. Chrissy held her slit open for me as I lined up my cockhead with her hole and plunged inside my sister's tight pussy. I fucked her slowly, pushing my cock all the way in before sliding it almost all the way out, as Aunt Joan looked over and fingered her own cunt. Moments later, she said, "Danny, please... I'm so close and want to feel you deep inside me when I cum."

There I was, fucking two women at the same time and feeling like my dick was going to explode at any minute. I pulled my rod from my sister's hole and saw it dripping now with the juice from two pussies. Moving back in front of Aunt Joan, I again shoved it deep inside her love canal. After only a few strokes, she said, "Oh, don't stop now, Danny... I'm so close. Yes... soon... oh, it feels so good..."

My aunt began humping her pelvis at me in quick, jerking motions. My cock was buried to the hilt and I couldn't hold off any longer. I said, "I'm gonna cum, Aunt Joan... I'm gonna cum inside you."

My aunt nodded her head and whispered, "Yes, Danny, cum inside me; fill your aunt up with your hot cream."

It felt like my entire body was inside of my aunt's; I felt her innermost vaginal muscles gripping the head of my cock as I started to shoot jet after jet of sperm deep within her womb. Her orgasm washed over her now and I watched her lips moving, softly saying, "Oh, yes, that's it... cum inside me... fuck me, Danny... oh my god... I'm cumming, baby... oh, I'm... cumming..."

I slowly stopped humping Aunt Joan as my balls emptied and my heart rate began to slow down. I pulled my limp rod out of her hole and saw my thick, creamy cum begin to ooze from between her gash. Chrissy moved closer to Aunt Joan and then–much to my surprise–kneeled in front of her aunt and began licking up my cream from the older woman's pussy. Aunt Joan leaned over to watch as Chrissy placed her mouth full over her aunt's cunt, sticking her tongue as far inside as she could, and sucking as much of my semen into her throat as possible. After taking all she could get, Chrissy cleaned off Aunt Joan's twat by licking all around her thick, swollen labia.

"Oh, my, Chrissy... you've become the proverbial cumslut, haven't you?" She quipped.

Chrissy grinned at her aunt, saying, "Mmmmmm... I've always wondered what it would be like to do that."

Aunt Joan realized Chrissy still hadn't cum yet herself. She guided her to sit on the top of the sofa back once again; now it was her chance to pay back her niece as she knelt down before Chrissy's spread-open legs. I started toying with my limp prick, watching my aunt wetting her finger tips before massaging Chrissy's clit. She held the cunt lips open with the other hand and then dove down on my sister's snatch to finish the job I had started earlier. She licked and sucked, taking the puffy labia between her lips and pulling gently on them, before resuming her assault on Chrissy's clit. By now, Chrissy's orgasm had been building for so long, I thought she would pass out if she didn't cum soon. I felt my cock start to stiffen again, after a few minutes of watching my aunt eating out my sister.

I moved along side Aunt Joan and began whacking off as my prick continued to gain new life. Moments later, my shaft was stiff again and my pumping fist was only inches from my aunt's face. She glanced over and saw me stroking so she backed away from Chrissy and took my throbbing prick, guiding me into my sister's hot snatch once more. I plunged my cock deep inside her as Aunt Joan sat on the floor beneath us, licking and sucking on my balls as I stroked in and out of Chrissy's hole. Auntie was lapping up the juice that escaped from my sister's pussy as I fucked her. After a few more strokes, Chrissy began cumming so hard I thought she'd fall off the sofa. The tightness of her cunt, as she humped me throughout her orgasm, was enough to bring me to my second climax. We stared into each other's eyes as I deposited another load of sperm deep inside my sister.

I finally stopped moving and, knowing we had finished, my aunt reached over and grabbed my cock as it slid out of Chrissy's twat. She began sucking on my limp dick, cleaning off the juices that coated it, before turning her face to my sister and placing her mouth over the tender pussy. Reaching inside Chrissy's slit with her tongue, Aunt Joan was treated to a tasty mixture of brother and sister cum. When she was finished, Aunt Joan stood up, leaned over my sister and placed a long, wet kiss on her lips. I watched as their mouths opened and their tongues darted about, flicking back and forth between their blood-engorged lips.

Chrissy stopped kissing her aunt long enough to say, "Aunt Joan, it looks like I'm not the only cumslut in the family." Auntie just grinned at my sister before they resumed tonguing each other again.

We were all startled back to reality as we heard the door at the top of the basement stairs open and mom calling down to us, "Hey, anybody ready for some dessert?"

The three of us glanced at each other as I shouted up the stairs, "Yeah, mom, we'll be up in a minute."

Aunt Joan made sure her dress was in place and started to walk toward the stairs; she turned to face Chrissy and I, saying, "No pumpkin pie can top the dessert I've just had."

The sun was setting as the family passed around the various pies, pasteries and fruits for Thanksgiving dessert. Breaking up the small talk at the table came mom's voice, as she announced, "Danny, I was talking with Mrs. Walsh next door, earlier in the day. I happened to mention how grandma and grandpa were staying in your room, and that you were sharing a bed with Chrissy. She said you were welcome to use her spare bedroom until you left to drive back to school Sunday; isn't that nice?"

This news was quite a shock. Mrs. Walsh was a widow who had lived next door to us since we were kids; she was a great old lady but had to be pushing ninety. I hated the thought of not being able to sleep with Chrissy but I couldn't decline Mrs. Walsh's offer without arousing everyone's suspicion. Before I could say anything, Aunt Joan spoke up.

"Oh, sis, I meant to tell you; I already invited Danny to stay with Joe and I to help ease the overcrowding situation."

I looked at Aunt Joan in complete surprise but figured that was better than staying with old Mrs. Walsh. I quickly recovered in time to add, "Yeah, mom; isn't that a great idea?"

Aunt Joan had another card up her sleeve as she continued, "I also thought Chrissy might want to stay with us for a couple of days. We've got two spare bedrooms and we hardly ever see the kids now that they're attending schools so far away. Besides, it would mean they wouldn't have to drive back here after our annual Monopoly game gets over in the wee hours, right kids?"

With all the intense sexual activity that had been going on, I nearly forgot about the "Big Game." Every year, for as long as I can remember, Aunt Joan and Uncle Joe always played Monopoly with Chrissy and I; the games were legendary in our family and sometimes lasted through the night.

Chrissy said, "That's a great idea, Aunt Joan. We can bring our things over to your place after dessert and play as long as we want. When we're finished, we can all just hit the sack and sleep late in the morning."

An hour or so later Chrissy and I followed Aunt Joan and Uncle Joe to their house, about a mile away. They showed us to our respective rooms and we dropped our stuff there; we both changed into more comfortable clothes. By the time we were done and returned to the kitchen, Uncle Joe had set up the board and gotten all the money and cards ready for our traditional Monopoly game. "Just holler if you kids want a drink or anything," he said.

As we sat around the table and prepared to play, Chrissy said, "You know, I really like this game but I'm tired of always losing. I'm telling everyone right now, this is my year to win."

We all laughed and discounted Chrissy's boast as the game got under way. As the hours passed, we each did our best at trying to acquire the best properties on the board and balancing our money with our purchases of houses and hotels. However, as the game wore on, it seemed that Uncle Joe was doing the best. Aunt Joan finally went bankrupt and I was barely hanging on. Chrissy had done better than us but her money was running low when she landed on one of Uncle Joe's expensive properties.