The Day After the Day After Thanksgiving

Almost done, I swear. But Saturday (let's see, that would have been the 24th of November) was a great day. And I miss my brother, so talking about him helps. Or maybe it just makes me miss him more. I know it makes me wound up.

So I woke up feeling great, because I was lying on top of one of my favorite guys in the whole wide world, Mike. And his cock was hard and it was jutting against my pubis. And I could feel some drying spunk oozing out of me too. It was pretty early, actually, but both Mike and I woke up at nearly exactly the same moment. We looked each other in the eye and smiled sleepily, and then he kissed me and I felt his cock jump against me. I don't know how guys fare, but I've never had a guy who could translate morning wood into actual wood without some help. If they start fucking, sometimes it's weird; they go soft right in the middle of it, and a lot of times they have to pee. I mean, that's what morning wood is, really: insurance against bed wetting.

We didn't do anything for a few minutes, just lay there and savored being warm and wrapped up in one another. And then I had to pee, and I was wondering how long I could hold it when Mike announced that he had to get up, so we both grinned and slowly, petulantly, got up together. It was colder outside the blankets, and my brother grinned and said my nipples were getting hard, and I rubbed them against him. We weren't getting any closer to the bathroom, but finally we both really had to go.

With only one toilet in the house, we were fighting over who would get to go first, and Mike suggested that we both go together. It's something we did a few times when we were kids: I sit on the toilet and Mike aims between my legs. Usually he misses a little, but hey, that's what showers are for, right? So this time he missed a lot, covered my stomach and thighs in piss. I called him a lousy shot, and then he grabbed me off the toilet and told me he would show me how good his aim was. He dragged me over to the shower and told me to kneel there, and he would hit any spot on my body I named. Well, from a few feet away it was a challenge. I had him try to hit my left nipple, and he got it after a little splatter. Then I aimed him at the other nipple, and he switched over without stopping.

I got up and bent over and told him to see how far away he could go and still hit my pussy. My ass got drenched as he tried. Then he ran out of piss. Oh well, easy come, easy go. We turned the shower on to rinse things off, but we didn't break out the soap because I got right in there and started sucking him back to hardness.

About halfway through my preliminary blowjob, there was a knock on the door and Dad barged in without waiting for a reply. I think he expected just me, but when he saw the two of us he was set to leave, but I beckoned him over and started blowing both of them. Sure as shooting Dad excused himself a few minutes later and went to pee in the toilet. I told you I can't get him interested in watersports. Oh well. When he came back, he was raring to go, and I could still taste a little piss on his cock. Neither my father nor my brother are circumcised, but they practice excellent foreskin hygiene.

Mike was ready first, obviously, since he had a head start, and he lay down and pulled my ass to him. I wanted to tell him to just get in there and fuck me, but I know my men are gentlemen. His tongue made it a little difficult to concentrate on giving first-class service, but I tried my hardest and I think I got Dad to his hardest too. He told Mike to cut out the foreplay, then he asked me if I wanted a sandwich. You all should know the answer to that by now.

Mike got up and Dad lay down and I straddled him and sank onto his wonderful meat stick. God, there's nothing like my Dad's cock, really. I love other cocks too, but my Daddy makes me happy. He worked into my a couple of times, then gave Mike the thumbs-up and my brother got behind me and started pressing into my anus. It was harder, not really being lubed up, but frankly at this point we're so good with each other that juice is all we really need in a pinch. I won't say it's not different, maybe even a little more pleasant, with lube, but we love buttfucking in all kinds of different environments. It's tough to lube up in certain circumstances, and if my brother needs my ass, my ass is his.

It had been so long since I had real DP, and I came as Mike inserted, which made Dad chuckle and grind up into me. I could feel the two cocks squeezing that flesh between cunt and anus, which as I may have said is the most under-appreciated erogenous zone in the body, in my opinion. They kept me cumming for a long time, so long I lost track. Then we all settled in for a session of squeeze Lexi. It must be because they're related, but my brother and father can keep up a rhythm with one another like no other guys I've been with. Can you see why I love them?

Eventually Mike tensed up and came, and I felt that one, even though I was cumming too. He'd saved it up all night and blasted me in the colon. When he pulled out I was disappointed, but he reached down and got some fingers into my ass and curled them down to meet Dad's cock, which kept me vibrating. I must have cum four times while they were fucking me together, and I came again before Dad grunted and grabbed my hips and pulled me down to him. I felt that one too, against my womb and strong. It really is a singular feeling, and one which I hope all women get to try at some point.

Once Dad softened and plopped out, along with jizz and juice and water from the shower, I rolled off him and just lay there in the falling water feeling warm and safe. And when Mike got between my legs and then lifted them up to my shoulders, I didn't move a muscle. He pressed into me, and at first I didn't realize he was in my ass again; all penetrations were feeling similar right then. It's not a position we use often for anal, but it was pleasant just lying there. Dad was showering above me, and his cock waggled up and down as he soaped up, and my brother pounded my gaping ass, plumbing my depths until I was just constantly spasming, not really cumming just pleasure running over me. I get like that sometimes, just twitchy when someone's really working me over well.

Mike came in my ass again, and by that time Dad had rinsed off and left without me realizing, I was so wound up in being fucked. My brother started washing me off slowly, sensually, massaging and soaping and all that good stuff. Eventually I started returning the favor and we washed each other off, then rinsed and dried off together. He was hard but not desperate, and I wanted to get out of the bathroom at some point.

Once we were dry we headed downstairs and had breakfast, and by that time it was only a little past noon, so we had loads of time before I had to go to work. At the table I started whispering in my brother's ear that I had a naughty idea, and he was enthusiastic, so once the table was clear I let slip what my idea was.

I told you I thought Mike might be a closet bisexual, and I asked him point blank if he'd like to try a little play on that side of the fence. He didn't immediately run off screaming but I think he thought I meant getting another guy. But when I told him that I wanted to stick some things up his butt, he looked much more enthusiastic. He was going to head down to the rumpus room but I told him that first he needed to clean up a little. We headed up to the bathroom again (note a theme for Saturday?) and he confided that he had really wanted to try something like this for a while, just to see what I felt when he was fucking my ass. I told him I felt great, and he grinned and kissed me and goosed me at the same time.

Once we were back in the bathroom I pulled out my trusty enemas and got all nurse on his ass. I'm not into scat, as I've mentioned, so I won't go into enemas in great detail. Personally I enjoy them, but I use them for cleanliness not as an aid to shitting. The first one made Mike a little uncomfortable and he spent a few minutes on the toilet, but once that was out of the way the next one cleaned him out nicely. He said he enjoyed the sensation of insertion, so I figured he would love the real thing.

The preliminaries taken care of, we started to lube him up properly. He was already hard, and while I was paying attention to his ass his cock pulsed with hardness, bouncing with each beat of his heart. I had him bent over the same bench in the shower where Daddy usually bends me over, and his cock nudged the side of the bench every so often and made him shiver in spite of himself.

When I got a finger into him he tensed up a lot and I had to work hard on not hurting him. But he said he liked it, and was mostly just trying not to cum. Prostate stimulation, you know. I've been the first to do ass play with several people, but this was the first time my brother and I had ever done anything like this. Once I got another finger into him he gasped that he couldn't hold on, and rather than waste him I bent down and managed to keep my fingers up his butt while I held his cock in my mouth. When he came it was strong, and his anus forced both of my fingers out of him.

It's been my experience, though, that boy or girl, after cumming, the anal ring becomes much more relaxed, so I didn't give him time to tense back up again, but pushed my fingers back into his butt. He moaned, which is odd for my brother. And if I'm lying may lightning strike a homeless person I don't like (not good to tempt fate) but he started to harden up again almost immediately.

I could go on, but suffice to say that eventually I judged that he was ready for something other than my fingers, so I pulled out one of my trusty buttplugs and crammed it as nicely as I could into his ass. I tell you, if you've never seen an asshole take a foreign object, you need to try it out. And a buttplug is so sexy going in too, in either a guy or a gal's ass. It forces its way in, but then suddenly the widest point stretches the anus out and it gets sucked in until there's nothing showing but the base. Mike moaned again at that.

And then I told him he had to wear it for a while. I don't think he wanted to do anything other than lie there, but eventually he had to get up, and he walked around like he was suffering from a severe case of Montezuma's Revenge. It was pretty funny, and I wish I had pictures.

I had to get ready for work by then, which should tell you how long we spent working out his ass. And that's how long it takes, buckaroos. If you think you can just slam your cock into someone's ass without doing serious preparation, you're in for a bad time. Anyway, I went to work just glowing at the thought of Mike wandering around our house with the plug in his ass, and I have to admit that when I had a spare moment and a quiet space I tickled myself unmercifully. Now I wish I'd worn a buttplug too for solidarity, but I don't think it would have worked. In my pants, they're usually fairly obvious.

I couldn't wait to get home and of course that was the evening when I couldn't just pick up and leave immediately. Still, I managed to hold out until I got through the door, but on the way home I actually started to cry because I knew that Mike had to leave the next morning and I wouldn't get to see much of him. But when I walked through the door he greeted me with a hug and a kiss and a helping hand with my clothes, and once we were naked he said he had to cum inside me right way because it was killing him to hold it in. Every move he made was driving him wild. I think he really was made for buttplugs.

Well I'll say this in opposition to Mike and anal toys: they ruin his stamina. I'm sure he'll get over that after a while, but he barely got started before he tensed and came. But it was a really strong cum, so strong it forced its way out of my cunt. And he made a lot more noise than he usually does, because I guess the plug was really tight when he came. He apologized, and I said he could make it up to me in a few minutes. I went and got a drink, and sure enough, by the time I got back, he was starting to harden again.

This time was slower and less urgent, face to face and kissing on the floor of the living room. It was still urgent enough for us to just drop to the floor though, and that was largely my fault because I was just dying to cum. When I finally did it was a big one, pent up and juicy. Mike just kept thrusting into my spasming, well-used cunny, trying to keep me rolling as long as he could. He tweaked my nipples with one hand and my clit with the other and then pressed down against my pelvis right above my pussy with a hand as he slammed his cock up into it. It was a teeth-rattling cum, that one, and right as it was ending he couldn't hold on any longer and came again.

Once we began breathing semi-normally again I had pity on the poor guy and offered to take out the plug, and he just bent over in front of me. I pulled it out and was going to put it in the wash, but first I had to stare with arousal as my brother's stretched anus slowly closed again. He said the next day that he had no problem shitting, and I could have probably seen directly into his stomach, the way it gaped. I think maybe I started with one which was a little too large. But there was no blood and if there was pain, he didn't complain. Pulling it out made me horny again, and it must have woken him up a little too, because after I got the plug in the wash we went upstairs and he lay me back on the bed and made love to me slowly and surely until we both came and then fell asleep. It's not a bad way to end the day, let me tell you.

The next morning (nearly done, I promise) he was up first, peed and came back to bed to say goodbye. I didn't have to wake up for a few hours more, but he had to leave, so I rolled over and poked my butt in the air just slightly and invited him to choose a hole. He chose wisely, which was good because without him (this was before James) I wasn't getting any anal loving. Sleeping fucking is wild, like it's part dream and part reality. He must have lubed me up because it was easy insertion, although maybe it was just the workout my ass had gotten the previous day, or maybe sleep made me relax completely. I know I came at least once that I can remember, and I dreamed about cumming too so probably more than once. I didn't feel him stop fucking me, but when I finally woke up completely he had already left and there was a buttplug in my ass holding his load inside me.

And you know something? I kept the plug in the entire day, even going to work in a skirt so I could get away with it. I just wanted to have his cum inside me as long as possible. I fell asleep with it still in my butt. I miss you, bro.

Thanksgiving III: Black Friday

I've always felt there should be a movie called that. And I was bored of parts, so I went with that. But actually our story picks up just where we left off, with all of us hurrying to the car, waving goodbye, and then sitting and shivering while Dad started it and tried to get the heat going. It was pretty nippy by that point in the day.

Mike and I were back together in the back seat, and we huddled together for warmth. I didn't bring my gloves, so he suggested that I put my hands somewhere warm. I don't think he meant his crotch, but I did just to see him jump when my cold fingers touched him. It was nice and warm in his pants though.

Once the car got going it warmed up but I didn't take my hands away. I really love the feel of Mike's cock, so nice and strong, reminds me of my childhood. We hadn't really had any alone time since he got there, but we started kissing again while we drove down the road, slow and passionate, just like Dad and his sister. Brothers and sisters really should be encouraged to feel love like that, because it makes the family stronger.

His cock was hardening in his pants despite his tiredness and the number of times he had cum earlier, but we just stayed holding each other and kissing for a long time. Eventually it got warm enough in the car to take off jackets and in the struggle (our car is really too small for my family) to remove mine I'm afraid my turtleneck got hiked up a bit too far and Mike pulled it all the way off. I don't know, maybe it was the stuffing or something. If so, I've got to get Aunt Jenny's recipe.

It was slow and leisurely foreplay; he explored my whole body, the parts he could easily get to in the car. It felt nice after all my talk about James being the only guy in my life to really appreciate my breasts to have my brother come along and make them feel appreciated too. He stayed busy above the equator while his hand snaked between my legs and started giving me a nice massage. We passed nearly half the trip like that, just slowly making out. Then I pushed him away and bent over his crotch, let his monster out of the cave, and started sucking like a pro, if I do say so and I do.

He was really drained, and he just sat back and let me work my magic. He enjoys every aspect of being sucked off, from kissing to licking to sucking to deep throating, and I gave him some of each. It hardened him up completely but he didn't seem to be in any hurry to cum. Finally I got up, undid my seat belt, slipped over to sit in his lap facing forward, and eased down onto his cock. It was cramped, and Dad complained that I was kneeing him in the back, so we had to shift around a lot, which was pretty fun by itself. The problem was that we couldn't kiss like that, and we were both too tired for too much hassle, so finally we just stayed as we were, not really thrusting or fucking, just him holding me, feeling my breasts with the palms of his hands, getting a little soft inside me but still hard enough that I could feel him. I just lay back against him and felt good having my brother inside me.

Once we got home I just grabbed my blouse and slipped my jacket on over bare flesh, then hopped off of Mike and ran inside. To be truthful, I had to pee. By the time I finished with that the rest of the family was inside and undressing again. And Mike and Mom had started making out, which I'll admit made me momentarily jealous. She was stroking his cock and he had his face in her breasts like he was still a baby. But I love Mike and my mom, and it seemed like it would be politic to just let them go, so I did. I'm not saying it wasn't tough, not having Mike to myself, but it was getting late and I was tired. Dad excused himself and went upstairs to sleep, because as I may have mentioned he's a morning person and it was pretty late by then.

Even though I was tired I stuck around for a while, figuring that I could at least masturbate while watching. Mike and Mom went upstairs to find a bed and I followed them. They didn't mind. They settled on the guest room, since my Dad was sleeping in the master bedroom. We don't really have a guest bedroom, just the room that used to be Mike's room. Mike loves Mom, you can tell by the way they kiss. I'm not saying he doesn't love anyone else, but he has a special bond with his mommy, just like I have with my daddy. It's a different type of bond than the one Mike and I share, but just as strong, if not stronger.

They kissed and touched, and I got to see my mom having sex, which is a treat. She doesn't look her age, very MILF. Her breasts are bigger than mine, as are her hips, and she's not as skinny as I am because she's not doing manual labor all day I imagine, but she's not gotten saggy or flabby really. I would definitely do her if I could. Since I can't, I have to do it vicariously.

Mike didn't need any help getting hard, but he spent a little time giving Mom's muff some attention with fingers and tongue. He knows better than to try anything fancy, especially not having to do with her asshole. But he can still get her motor running. She lay back and sighed and smiled. Unlike at Aunt Jenny's, we didn't talk. After a few minutes they both just knew they were ready, and they lay down beside one another, her back to him, and he guided his manhood up from behind to spear her pussy. Both Dad and Mike claim she is still tight even after four kids. I wouldn't put it past her. They made love slowly like that, holding each other, gasping, shifting, thrusting. When Mom came I could only tell by the flush in her skin and the look in her eyes.

I bowed out before too much longer because I was falling over sleepy and I had given myself a satisfactory cum with my fingers while watching. They stayed in bed together all night after Mike came, just slept in the bed side by side, embracing in their sleep. He said he was inside her almost all night. How sweet is that?

The next day I did have work, but only in the evening, so during the day (well, be fair, afternoon) Mike and I were all by ourselves. I knew by that point about James' new friend and Mike knew I was hurting for some butt loving, so he suggested that we head down to the rumpus room and get started. We brought the lube, a toy or two, and a movie just in case, and set up the cushions for maximum comfort. Then I just lay down over a pile of them with my butt in the air and he went to town. I guess he hadn't had much in a while either, or he was just glad to see me. He massaged lube all over me, not just my holes but the cheeks, the small of my back, my hips and thighs, all over. It was very stimulating to be touched and massaged, and my brother has the magic touch.

Then he lubed up his cock and while he did that he used his other hand to slip a large dildo into my cunny. The pressure against my insides was incredible, lying like that, and he started spinning it around which set me off. Then as he kept spinning and I started cumming he pressed his meat into my chute, which just sent me higher. There's something about having a nice O which is interrupted by a cock in your ass that really turns me on.

He didn't start fucking until I came down, but then he really began working me. It really had been too long since I had a cock up my butt, my brother or otherwise, and he is really good too. I came again almost immediately from the pressure of him and the dildo combined; it really was the closest I can get to DP with only one guy. And it's much better if you've only got one guy to have him in your ass, ladies. Put a vibe in your cunt and let it vibrate both of you, or just stuff your cunt so full that he's bumping into the dildo with every thrust. The wall between pussy and anus is a tremendous erogenous zone that often gets ignored.

He couldn't quite make it to a third O for his sis before he crashed in one last time, seemed like he was bottoming out in my stomach, and came. I usually can't feel it when guys cum in my ass, which is the only thing I can say negatively about anal. Of course, after they cum, unless it's such a small amount that it's not even worth calling cum, I can usually feel it sloshing around inside my ass a little, and that turns me on. Mike knows I love that, so once he was done he pulled out and popped in a buttplug before I even realized what he was doing. Such a sweetie.

After I was bunged up I could get up, and I was a little bow-legged, so I just lay on my side in the pillows and we put on the movie. Don't remember what it was; something we'd seen a bunch of times before, because we knew we would probably have to stop. I was keeping an eye on the clock, and once Mike started to toy with the dildo which was still rammed up my cunt, I told him to leave the movie on and fuck me again, to keep track of time. We had plenty but I wanted to get changed and shower before I left.

He hoisted me up onto the pillows again, like the big strong guy he is (I melt when he does stuff like that, even though I'm not usually a sucker for beefcake), carefully pulled out the plug, and with my ass very wide now pressed in again. It's always a shock to be anally penetrated, at least it always is for me, and I suspect it's that shock that turns some people off. But I love it, and I think that if I ever stopped feeling that first shock, I might have to give up anal. Probably no one would want to fuck my ass anyway at that point because it would be stretched too far.

He rutted me again face down and this time I tried hard to clench down on him without spewing out any of the cum already inside me. Clenching is hard when you're stuffed full in both holes, and if you're trying not to spill at the same time, it becomes hard not to climax, for me anyway. I came once the first time I tried to clench, and then when he saw I was cumming he pressed in as deep as he could get and started working away with the dildo below, which just kept me going. I missed at least five minutes of the movie I was cumming so hard. I guess I'm just fairly orgasmic.

After that I just lay there and let him fuck me, and he came again after a bit. I could just begin to feel the growing puddle of cum inside me when he finished. He plopped out, the plug plopped back in, but I was having so much fun in my current position that I just stayed there, listening to the movie and feeling my brother's cum seep into my stomach, or at least believing that's what it was doing. I didn't think we'd have enough time for a third round, and Mike wanted me to keep the plug in while I was at work, but I convinced him that I couldn't. I showered and went to work, and I swear I felt a few drops of cum gurgling around in my colon all evening. It was a nice feeling, let me tell you.

When I got home it was late and Mike was the only one up. He said he and Mom and Dad had eaten, and then Dad asked if Mike had anything left, which is a dumb question. Unless he's totally out of it, Mike can easily manage four in a sitting, let alone in a day. They went upstairs and Mom gave oral attention to Mike while Dad fucked her from behind, then once he'd cum Mike hopped in and kept Mom's train on the rails for another half hour or so.

I figured after that and what with the time he wouldn't have anything left for me, but he kissed me and led me to bed. We did something a bit abnormal for both of us, and I mounted him and lay on his chest and we slowly fucked and fell asleep. I only came once and Mike drifted off right after he spurted into my pussy, but it was a great way to end a great day.

Yes, this is long and play-by-play, but I'm having fun. You want to complain, wait a while and I'll finish. But it's been so long since I'd seen Mike that I like remembering it all. And there are still more things to come. Maybe a little repetitive, but I'm going to tell them anyway.

Thanksgiving Part II

I know, I left you all hanging. Sorry. I'm not Superwoman, so I had to go do something else after that part. Actually, I had to masturbate. My cunny was juicing something terrible and ruining my chair, so I had to do something about that. And then I got sleepy. But I'm back now.

Anyway, I was a little light-headed and wobbly, also cold, but we made it into the house. Aunt Jenny has a nice place; her husband was fairly wealthy and she didn't do too badly either. She used to be a teacher but then she had to quit because of her various medical issues, so she started doing consulting for educational firms and made way more money that way, which is sort of depressing when you think about it. But still, she and my uncle did pretty well, so they have a nice house, and unlike my family which is very cluttered and has four kids, she cleans regularly.

I said that she was like my family, and actually my late uncle was like my family too. My parents and my aunt and uncle swapped partners a few times, but I don't think that Uncle Brian was totally comfortable with kids, which is probably why they never had any. They used to have us over when I was younger and the adults would all go upstairs to do their thing and leave the kids to do ours. Aunt Jenny was much more interested in experimenting than her husband, and sometimes she would visit us while he was still alive. She didn't have a lot of practice with other women, but she loved to join in with the kids and pick up pointers.

Then a few years ago Uncle Brian died of cancer. He was older than her by probably ten years or more but it was still pretty sudden. It hit her hard and we were afraid she wouldn't make it, but we've been trying to spend more time with her to keep her spirits up. It worries my dad that she's all alone in her house, and he goes to visit her by himself sometimes. I'm pretty sure Uncle Sam comes to visit her too, when he can, although he's much farther away.

Aunt Jenny's very skinny, skinniest woman in the family, because of her health, but she's always been petite. She's the shortest too, which is funny because her brothers are both very tall. But then again my brother is short. I don't understand genes. She went gray at an early age, and I don't remember her ever being another color, but I think she was a redhead when she was younger. Gray suits her though, very elegant, kind of like that character from The Incredibles.

Her head isn't that big, but the hair is just as classy. She's a little bit of an aging hippy, so she wears loose flowing dresses and has her hair long, but she shaves or waxes her entire body because all the men in her life prefer smooth skin. She's not devious like Mirage, and she's got a higher voice, but picture a nicer, hippier version of Mirage and you'll have a fair idea.

Anyway, she must have been watching us from inside because when she came in she scolded my father about the neighbors and keeping his daughter out in the cold. He just smiled and let his cock wave back and forth, and she grinned and knelt down to clean him off. I think she was really just scolding him for not saving up for her.

Aunt Jenny was already naked in anticipation of her family arriving, and she looked a little thin. I think she's been having real problems, but of course she won't admit it. Still, she's got life in her, which she proved by switching from Dad to me, hiking up my skirt and sucking his cream out of my pussy before it could drip on the floor. Like I said, clean. It was nice to have a woman, even an inexperienced woman, tonguing my slit and I stood there and enjoyed it for a minute, then when she was done I joined the rest of my family in the nude. She knows I like cum, so she saved up some in her mouth and kissed me and let me taste it too.

Then we waited around for a few minutes while she bustled around in the kitchen. Mom and I tried to help but she shooed us away. She really doesn't want to admit she's having problems, and for now we let her. Dinner was good, if you like Thanksgiving food which I do not. I'm more interested in ethnic food, and Thanksgiving is so white-bread. But Aunt Jenny cooks it well, so I enjoyed it anyway.

If you've never eaten at a table naked, you should try it, because it's interesting. If you drop food in your lap it's a strange feeling, and spilling on yourself takes on a new meaning. And if you've got someone else who is willing to help you clean up spills, well then that's interesting too. I think my Dad spilled gravy on his chest on purpose, and I know the mashed potatoes I dropped in my lap were intentional. Mike grinned when I asked him to help me out. He likes mashed potatoes, and they're better with a little of my gravy.

Other than that though, dinner was normal. After dinner we retired to the living room for coffee and desert, but no one was ready for more food just yet. In fact, no one was ready for much of anything except my mom, who's a light eater. We all sat and talked for a while, then Mom knelt down in front of my father and started giving him a bj. We're so used to that that we just kept talking like it was perfectly normal, but eventually Dad stopped Mom and asked his sister if she was ready for some desert. She laughed and got on her knees on the carpet in front of him. My aunt has great carpet too, which she says is stain resistant (which is good because it must get pretty stained when we come over) but also is soft and doesn't give rug burns (also nice). She leaned over the ottoman and waggled her skinny butt in the air, and Dad got down behind her and slowly eased into her cunt.

What's great about this family is that we kept talking, Aunt Jenny a little breathlessly. We caught up, talked about politics, art, that kind of thing, all while we watched Dad and his sister slowly, passionately make love in front of us. Mike's cock was rock hard and he stroked it absently every so often, but he wouldn't let me touch it. Finally I had to ask him what was going on.

He said he was saving it up for me, that he had been blueballing himself for a few days in preparation. He used to do that when we were younger, jack off until he almost came, then let it subside, then do it again until he built up a huge load, then find me and fill me with it. I guess he was remembering how nice that was. I remembered too and kissed him and told him that I loved him but that I couldn't stand the suspense.

Dad told him that the sooner he got through with me the sooner his mother and aunt could have some fun with him, which was only fair. All this while plowing my aunt, who was no longer talking, just cumming silently, her breathing fast and loud but no moans or screams. She's always been quiet. I guess her little body doesn't have anything in it for loud orgasms, but Dad says she cums hard. She certainly seems to.

Mike made a show of having to be convinced, like he wasn't really interested, but when I lay back beside Aunt Jenny and spread my legs, he was between then like a shot. I was plenty lubed up from all the excitement, and he was raring to go, so he gently but firmly slipped it into me. It was fantastic finally having my brother inside me after so long. It really is more than just physical; we have a spiritual bond or something. His cock feels totally different than any other guy's.

He started slow, working into me, bottoming out and then pumping in further, his stomach pressed against the cradle of my hips, his thighs between mine. I wrapped my legs around his back and he just kept pressing, deeper and deeper, like he wanted to shove his whole body into my cunt. And we were chest to chest and kissing, our eyes locked, just loving every minute.

I didn't cum, just gradually built up, until he got a frantic look in his eyes and started moving faster, like he couldn't hold back. I think he was disappointed that he hadn't made me cum, but when he finally thrust home and began to spunk, the force of it made me cum. It was amazing, not like when my dad filled me (which was also good but this was amazing because it had been so long). I felt like I was a balloon filling with water. The spurts and spasms inside me were extreme, more than enough to drive me over the edge. It felt like he had cum a bucket when he finally stopped and sighed and pulled out. I love my brother, he makes me feel so great.

Aunt Jenny and Dad were still at it, a little harder now but just as beautiful. There are few things more beautiful than loving sex, I truly believe that. And this was really loving sex. She asked if she could clean up, so my brother went over and stood beside her and she cleaned him off, then she said, "Lexi?"

It was hard for me to move from where I was, and there was cum all over my pussy, my stomach, my inner thighs. The cum just spurted out all over the place. I couldn't get up without leaking the rest of it, so Aunt Jenny and my dad gingerly made their way from the ottoman to the floor in front of me, and then Dad started rutting again from behind while Aunt Jenny haltingly cleaned me up too. The feeling of her tongue on my flesh built me up before she even made it to my pussy, and once she did, experienced or not, I had a nice clean-up O while she licked out all the cream. Either there was a lot of it (which there was) or she enjoyed being there (which she did) because she stayed with her head between my legs for a long time, occasionally having to break off as an orgasm rushed through her. Dad really was taking his time, and Aunt Jenny is very orgasmic.

I enjoyed myself, but I also enjoyed when I saw that Mom and Mike had come over to join us. She lay down beside me and we talked with Dad while Mike ate her out for a while, then when he was ready he got up and mounted her. The four of us talked, with interruptions of course, until Dad finally stiffened and grunted and Aunt Jenny got the satisfied smile of a woman who's just been filled with cum. It's like the cat with the canary, and if you've never seen it, you're missing out.

Dad let me move to clean Aunt Jenny while he gave his wife desert. Mom must not mind pussy juices, because she'll clean him up after other women without complaint. Aunt Jenny was spiralling down from an orgasm when I got to her, but once I rolled her over and got some fingers and tongue involved, I managed to wind her back up again. She tastes very clean too, just a hint of musk and sweetness to her pussy.

Mike must have filled Mom when I wasn't paying attention, because the next thing I knew Aunt Jenny was cleaning him off. Mom always sees to her own pussy, obviously, and she was dipping her fingers into it, extracting the cream, and licking it up with relish. She and my dad sat back on the couch and started talking again, then Aunt Jenny finally shooed me away and asked for pie requests. So then we had pie. I wish I could say that we had some cream on top, because that would have been sexy, but at that point both my dad and brother were spent.

After pie and coffee it was getting dark, so everyone was putting clothes back on, but my brother said he couldn't leave without saying goodbye to Aunt Jenny. She needs as much attention as she can get, so we sat back, clothed, and Aunt Jenny and Mike kissed for a few minutes, hands all over the place. He was hard again after a few moments of this, and she was obviously still well-lubed, so since we were all sitting they sat too, him on the bottom and her in front of him. She can't be very acrobatic because of her health, but she straddled him facing away and eased down onto him, and we were all treated to the sight of his cock pressing up into the space between her bent legs.

We talked some more, Mike diddled Aunt Jenny's clit until she came, then he must have known we had to leave soon, so he didn't last as long as usual. When he pulled out she didn't really even leak, which is a sign of how tired he must have been after satisfying all three women. I'm glad I got first dibs, although I think Mom was perfectly happy with his performance. Then he put his clothes on, we all kissed goodbye, with Dad doing some very deep kissing, and promised to meet again at Christmas. Then back into the cold car we went.

Thanksgiving Part I

Okay, cooked dinner and now I'm back. The last post was kind of whiny and drama-queen, so I'm going to spoil everyone by stepping in my time machine and travelling back a few weeks to Thanksgiving. Pretend I was writing this back then rather than now. Or just deal with the fact that I've been busy lately. Either way.

As I said, my brother showed up on Wednesday night, right after I finished posting things, I guess, because otherwise I would have written about it. He said he was exhausted from the trip, so I let him off with a warning. He's lucky Mom was already asleep, because I doubt she would have been so nice. Actually, we're both lucky, for reasons I shall go into later. He crawled off to bed and I felt unbelievably lonely without him. So I caught him just as he was going to sleep and asked if he would mind if I slept with him. He just smiled and told me to climb aboard. I must confess, I was hoping that he had just been playing hard to get, but he was out like a light, although his arms around me did help a lot. We spooned all night, and I felt all warm and fuzzy.

We slept late and had to rush to get out of the house, because we were all going to Aunt Jenny's for Thanksgiving dinner, which for some reason has to be held in the afternoon, and since she's a couple of hours away, that means we all had to get up earlier than I would have liked, what with it being my first day off in a week. Theatre people don't get weekends. I don't see why Aunt Jenny can't come to our house, since there's only one of her. She's a few years younger than my dad and she's got some problems with health and such. Her husband died a few years ago and since then, actually since before then, we've been going to her house for Thanksgiving. Sometimes she comes to us for Christmas. But since my mother hates cooking Thanksgiving and Aunt Jenny loves it, we go there. I still wish we could have stayed home.

Anyway, we piled in the car, the kids in the back like we were still kids, and started driving. Poor Mike had been on the road at this point for too long, but I tried to cheer him up. He didn't laugh at jokes, didn't want to play stupid car games, but when I gave him a peck on the cheek and whispered that I wasn't wearing any panties, he perked up a little. I was wearing this cute little outfit, red turtleneck, green plaid skirt which I think was left over from high school (a thought which fills me with girlish pride that I'm still able to pull that look off, much less fit into the skirt), which I had altered to be much shorter than is usually allowable in a Catholic school. And I wasn't wearing any panties or bra, largely because I knew that once we made it to Aunt Jenny's we could all get naked again anyway. Aunt Jenny is very much like my family, and I'll get to her a little later on in the story.

He reached over to see whether I was telling the truth, and once he found that I wasn't his eyes lit up like the Mike I love and he scooted a little closer to me. Mom and Dad were talking up front, and the two kids started making out in the back. Mike's cock got rock hard in his pants but every time I tried to touch it he scolded me and told me to wait. I didn't know why he said that, but when his nimble fingers plunged into both my holes and his tongue cut off my talking I didn't argue. Mom was driving and she must have caught a glimpse in the rear-view because she said with a laugh that if we didn't calm down she was turning the car around and going home.

I guess we could have been a little more careful, since it was broad daylight and anyone who looked into the car would have seen two people making out in the back seat. It wasn't likely that anyone would know we were brother and sister, or that our parents were watching from the front, but still, it could have been awkward. In fact, at a certain point when he couldn't stop himself, Mike had my blouse up and was suckling at my breasts, and there was no way anyone could have missed that. I guess there were some people on the road who got a show. I hope they liked it.

Mike gave me a short O with his fingers and then unbuckled so he could get down where the action was. His cunnilingus technique is more brutal than Mari's and less adventurous than Sheri's, but very nice, and he knows just where to hit me so I go all wobbly. The back seat of a car is not the recommended place to practice perfect oral ministrations, but it was nice. Mom told me to keep my legs off her head while she was driving, but we managed it. I was hard-pressed to understand why Mike didn't want to get some quid pro quo, just to warm him up for later. I didn't expect to fuck in the car; that's a task for younger people. But I would have liked to have blown him.

As it was, once I came down from my second, much longer orgasm Dad told Mom she had to stop the car. He was sitting in the front seat with his cock poking up and stroking it. It was drooling precum and he looked like he needed some relief bad. So Mom found a deserted stretch of road and, cold as it was, pulled over. Dad came around the car, but Mom laughed and waved him back to the rear door. He's such a goof, he motioned for me to roll down the window, his cock was bumping into it, and despite the cold it was still very hard. I giggled and Mike groaned and I rolled the window down and he stuck his beef tube into the car like we were at a drive through window. I opened my mouth and started sucking. I really wanted to fuck, right there, and after a few minutes I stopped and told him that if he wanted any more he was going to have to put it inside me, because it was too damn cold outside.

It took some shuffling but Mike got in the front seat and Dad got in the back and I sat on his lap sidesaddle. That's a hard position to pull off in any case, and in a car it's really hard. But Dad was hard too, and it felt really good pressing up into me. Frankly the show for anyone who passed our car would have been spectacular, with my bare chest out for all to see. We started driving again, and I swear the time passed so quickly that we got to Aunt Jenny's before Dad or I had come. We just enjoyed the trip, occasionally shifting, me squirming my butt down on him or him pressing up against me. I let my brother suck on my fingers and then sucked them too, let him reach around behind him and cop a feel, but for some reason he didn't feel left out. I think we could have all three climbed into the back, but later on I understood what was going on (and so will you, I hope, eventually).

Anyway, we pulled into Aunt Jenny's driveway and Dad said he wished he had come earlier so he could be ready for his sister. But instead of just pulling out and being ready for her (I wouldn't have minded, after all, it's his sister) he helped me out of the car, handed me my jacket, and as I was about to go inside told me to hold on a minute, then got out too. He pressed me into the car and got behind me and pushed in and started rutting me hard, and all I can say is that it made all the other exhibitionism of the day pale by comparison. My aunt lives in a town, not out in the country, and I bet someone must have seen something, since we weren't hidden really at all from one side. But Dad was jonesing for his fix and I'll admit that I was too, so I let him fuck me from behind until he tensed up and blasted me with a shot of white. He had been pent up, because it was strong stuff, felt it all the way through me. It was one of those times when Dad's length lets him bump right into my cervix and then he shoots cum into me and it feels like it's going right into my womb.

Once the shooting stopped he pulled out, kissed me and told me that he'd let Aunt Jenny do the cleanup. Then he walked me in after Mike and my mom.