13 comments/ 62473 views/ 74 favorites An Interesting Thanksgiving Pt. 01 By: keepyourkicks Quick author's notes: - This is my first story, so go gentle on me! - I use Canadian spellings, so there are may be slight differences in some words - This is very much a prequel/intro: lots of scene-setting, not a lot of action That said, enjoy! ***** "Jaaaaake!" I heard the call from down the hallway and groaned - I'd been dreading it for six weeks, ever since my parents told me they'd bought my sister a laptop for her birthday. See, before I left for college I was the resident 'tech expert' which basically meant I could google any problem that happened to come up on my parent's computer and fix it for them. Before I left for college I locked down their PC: a decent firewall, no UAC privileges, some spyware I trusted and - most importantly - a remote log-in so that whenever they did call me with a problem I could tell them to "just restart it and leave it alone with the screen off for ten minutes" and when they came back to it the problem would magically be gone. No such luck with my sister's laptop, unfortunately - I'd left for my first semester at State a few weeks before her birthday and my parents hadn't given any warning that they were planning to get her a laptop. So no doubt it was A) an overpriced piece of shit and B) currently chockfull of malware, toolbars and who knows what else. Which - of course - meant it became my job to fix it while I was home for Thanksgiving. As if my stack of readings for the classes I was already behind in wasn't enough, suddenly I was looking at a good two hour chunk of my evening with my sister bitching at me to get her laptop up and running again. Fucking great. "I'll be there in a minute." I sighed heavily, shut the lid on my own laptop and walked down the hallway to my sister's room. It felt strangely foreign making the walk - despite the fact I'd only been away for under 3 months - but then it wasn't like she and I had been hanging out loads before I left: I had my life and my friends and she had hers. Aside from the odd night that our mom insisted on a family dinner we had barely been in the same room at the same time for months. I stopped outside her door and knocked. "Come in, it's my-" "It's your laptop, yeah?" She looked up from her phone with a confused look on her face - amazed at my psychic abilities, no doubt. "Call it a lucky guess. Let me make another one: it's running slow, there's a bunch of stuff on it you don't want and you need your amazing, kindly, wonderful big brother to fix it for you." She wrinkled her nose at me and just nodded over to her desk where the laptop was sitting, before engrossing herself in her phone again. "Can I get a pretty please, at least?" It was a long shot, but I got a melodramatic sigh, a championship-level eye-roll and an answer positively dripping with sarcasm: "Oh Jake, incredible brother of mine, please take pity on your poor, feeble-minded sister and help her with the scary technology she's too blonde to understand. Pretty fucking please. With a cherry on top." "You know... you're a pretty sweet kid when you let your tough exterior crack. I'm glad you feel so comfortable baring your innermost soul with me, oh darling sister of mine." "What can I say, it's that deep sibling bond we've always had. I gotta run, Amber's calling me." She sat up from her bed and walked over to where I stood in her doorway, leaning against the frame. She stood on tiptoes and kissed me on the cheek, the way she always did when I finished helping her with math homework when she was twelve, and headed off down the hall. I looked back over my shoulder, waiting for the moment she got the phone to her ear so I knew the call was active before I yelled: "Is Amber a stripper yet?" I got a middle finger over the shoulder for my trouble. I think that meant "Yes". I headed over to her desk, looking at the metallic pink heap of junk I'd be wrestling with for the next few hours and signed again. Forty minutes later, Lexi wandered back in the room - barely glancing up from her phone - and appeared beside me. "Are you done yet?" "Not yet, but I think I've got the worst of it. Tell me, though, did you click every single thing you saw that said 'free download'? I've honestly never seen this much shit on one machine." "I dunno - it just clogged up the more I used it." I'd only been back in the house three hours and this this was my third dramatic sigh - not a good sign. "Okay. I'm going to install some stuff that should help keep the worst of it wat bay, but Lexi, Jesus... you need to be more careful with what you download. Let me show you." I opened Chrome (IE was one of the first things I dropped - no way was I going to waste my time on fixing that) and pulled up a random sketchy torrent site. I moved my chair back a bit so Lexi could get a clear view of the screen and turned to her. "Now, if you wanted to download a song here - what button would you click." Her eyes didn't leave her phone for a second as she answered: "The one that says download." I just stood up that and headed for the door. Lexi turned, confused and shouted after me: "Hey! What the fuck?! I thought you weren't done yet." Finally I actually had her attention: her hand holding her phone had moved all the way down to her side as she stared at me angrily. "If you don't want your laptop to run like a three-legged sausage dog you need to be more careful with what you do online. If you're not going to pay attention to what I'm showing you, your laptop will be back to being an expensive paperweight on your desk in a week - I guarantee it." She fixed me with her 'fuck you' stare but I held firm, starting to turn again to leave. "Okay, okay - fine. Please show me." I stopped (again) and turned toward her (again), grinning a little now I finally had a bit of power in the situation. "Careful now, Lexi: that sounded almost genuine." She cracked a grin at the corner of her mouth and tucked her phone in her pocket as I sat back in her desk chair. "Okay, now I can see... six different buttons, links and things that say 'Download'. Which one do you click?" Lexi leant over, resting her chin on my shoulder to look closer. As she mumbled a 'Hrmm' to herself I could her breast pressing into my back, warm and soft. I coughed and shifted myself a bit as I suddenly realised I wasn't thinking entirely pure thoughts about the feeling. Lexi leant forward again, though - her breast squishing right against me as she pointed her finger at a bright red 'DOWNOAD FREE NOW!' button. "Sigh. Not even close." She straightened back up and crossed her arms over her chest defiantly. "Fancy explaining to me exactly why the fuck not?" "Whoah, calm down... It's this one." I highlighted the unremarkable [Start Download] link at the top of the page. "All the rest of them..." I circled the four or five giant red, green and flashing yellow buttons with the mouse. "...they're designed to trick you into downloading the stuff that jams up your laptop. I'm going to install some stuff that will block a lot of it, but I can't stop everything. Here, I'll show you another." I spent another ten minutes pulling up sites and showing her the difference between something she could trust to give her what she was looking for (with a bit of careful attention) and sites that were just going to scam her. Evidently she was actually paying attention to what I was saying, as she didn't touch her phone the whole time, despite me hearing it ding, buzz, whistle and beep a few dozen times in the process. Eventually I let her go again and got back to work on cleaning her system out. But Lexi didn't even get out her room before she groaned loudly and trudged back over to me. "Mom just texted to say Grandma's staying here tonight: she's taking your room and you're on the campbed in here with me. You better not still snore." "Seriously? I'm back home for three days and I don't even get to sleep in my bed? I just unpacked all my shit through there! Fuck..." Lexi just shrugged and went back to catching up on ten minutes' worth of facebook messages, tweets and texts. I cursed under my breath and dropped my head in my hands. I'd been looking forward to three uninterrupted nights in my room. I'd planned it all out: retire early to 'study' and then - with no roommate, no download cap and no morning classes - I'd have hours of uninterrupted porn torrenting and one-handed browsing time to myself. Now my grandmother was going to be in my room from 8pm and - at best - I might be able to sneak one or two quick session beating the bishop to some low-res shit on my phone on the toilet. Finally, I resigned to accepting my fate and got back to clearing all the shit off Lexi's machine. Another half hour later and I'd cleaned the last of it, installed most of the same software that I had on my parents' machine (I'd seriously had to pause and consider whether I wanted to install the remote access software before I decided it was a terrible idea and I should accept I was probably going to deal with doing this again at Christmas and Easter, if need be) and finished up by setting up few nice extras for her. I headed for the door and yelled downstairs for Lexi to come up. When she arrived I spent a few minutes showing her how to work Chrome, how I'd simplified her launch bar and had reached my last little surprise for her: "Have you ever seen how my desktop wallpaper changes every half hour?" Lexi nodded, at the point where her enthusiasm wasn't even feigned any more - I could tell she wanted her room back to herself or a few hours before I crashed it again tonight. Neither of us were particularly looking forward to that arrangement. "I've got movie posters, videogame characters, bands and it just randomly switches them up. Anyhow, I can set that up for you if you want. Do you have pictures on your computer already?" She dropped her phone hand down to her side again, suddenly clicking that this might actually be a cool thing to have. "Yeah, I've got a bunch of pictures of nights out, that camping trip I went on with the girls - ohmigod, those pictures would be hilarious to have coming up randomly!" I have to admit, my sister can be cute when she's genuinely excited about something - her face lights up, her smile is infectious and she can energise a whole room when she wants. Which made what happened next all the more crushing. "Okay, there you go - I've set it to pull randomly from all the photos in My Pictures, changing every half-hour and it should be-" I hit Win+D to return to full desktop view and froze. I had no idea what to say and neither did Lexi. All I heard was her long halting intake of breath. I didn't need to look at her to know she was struggling to hold back tears. I was like a deer in headlights: I had no idea what to do, how to undo what had just happened or what to say. After what seemed like an eternity - but was probably closer to three seconds - I just stood up and went to my room without saying a word, leaving Lexi with the picture that her computer had randomly selected - from the probably hundred in that folder - of her, naked as the day she was born, on all fours on her bed with her legs spread, clean shaved and shooting a sultry 'Hello, boys...' look back at the camera. It was going to be an awkward Thanksgiving... An Interesting Thanksgiving Pt. 02 It had been half an hour since I'd left my sister's room after the... 'incident', and I couldn't think about anything else. I'd opened three different textbooks, trying to force myself to forget about it by studying but I couldn't take in a word: I finally gave up after reading the same sentence six times and still having no idea what it was talking about. I heard a voice calling up the stairs, my dad's: "I'm heading out to pick up Jerry and Sid, I'll be back in an hour or so. Your mother's collecting your grandma, should be about the same. Make sure nothing burns down here, okay?" I yelled "Fine" back down to him then rolled my chair back and breathed out a long, slow, deep breath, staring up at the slowly rotating fan on my ceiling. I couldn't shake the image of the photo I'd seen on my sister's computer. Part of my clean-up had been to sort all of the bullshit on her desktop into folders, so it wasn't even as if there was much covering the picture when it popped up - nope, just a full screen of her naked body with those devilish eyes looking back. Looking back at me. "Fuck!" I stood up and started pacing back and forth. Why was I thinking about it that way? How could I be thinking about my sister – my own sister, fer chissake! – like this? I don't know why, but the idea got into my head that I'd feel better if I just got myself off. I justified it to myself by arguing that if I could just clear the sexual thoughts from my mind I'd be able to think clearly about Lexi again and might be able to walk through and apologise to her, see if I could try to sort things out with her. At very least I could change the wallpaper settings so that picture wouldn't crop up again randomly. Or any other pictures like it. Shit, now I was wondering if there were more like it. I mean, that doesn't seem like the one dirty picture of yourself that you'd have, does it? It seemed more like part of a series, as if she'd been- I caught myself and stopped. "No. Think about something else." I carried on mumbling to myself as I pulled up my torrent client and checked to see what I had downloaded already. I needed to find something with a girl as different from Lexi as I could. Someone tall, dark-skinned, dark-haired, big tits. It didn't take long before I found something in the ridiculous list of videos I'd lined up as soon as I got back, and the chunk of time I'd spent helping Lexi had given them all plenty of time to download (thank fuck my parents believed me when I told them they needed the premium package from their ISP a few years ago). I fired the video up and skipped forward to the first action scene: the girl had huge tits, super dark skin and a long face that was more strikingly beautiful that cute or pretty – nothing like Lexi. Perfect. Except, I shouldn't have been comparing her to Lexi – I should have be focussing on how hot she was and how good it looked to watch her suck cock. I started to get a response from downstairs and unzipped my fly, giving a quick glance over at the door to make sure it was firmly closed before I slipped my cock out through my boxer's buttonhole fly and let it spring free. Now, I'm not going to lie and say I'm the most hung guy in the world, but I will say that I do have a rather nice, thick seven-incher that's received nothing but rave reviews from the (admittedly) few girls who've had a turn on it. I grabbed some lube from my desk drawer (note to self: remove the lube from the drawer before Grandma takes over this room) and drizzled some into my hand, slicking it up and down my shaft. "Mmm..." I let out a soft moan – it had been almost a week since I'd last rubbed one out thanks to my super-religious, always-home roommate cramping any chance – and started to find a good rhythm that matched the girl's head-bobbing. I started to get really into the scene, thinking about how good it'd be to be getting some head right now when the guy pulled his cock from her mouth and motioned for the girl to get off her knees and mount the bed. I didn't even realise what was happening for a moment until she looked back over her shoulder and I came. I came hard. But I wasn't thinking about her, I wasn't even seeing her on my screen. I could only see the image of Lexi in that position, and that was what pushed me over the edge: it was Lexi's plump, pink, clean-shaven pussy lips – parting ever-so-slightly with her nubbin-like clit peeking out just a touch – and her tight, puckered rosebud just above them that I had the mental image of. It was the way her big, blonde curls spilled down from behind her ear to partially cover the side of her face – making that smoky-eyed look even more mysterious and sultry – that I couldn't stop myself thinking of. It was her cute, small tits hanging down and just barely visible between her spread legs that had taken me from leisurely stroking to spurting a huge load all over my T-shirt. I had cum – harder than I had ever before – thinking about my sister. I'd only seen the picture for a handful of seconds but it was seared into my retinas. I closed my eyes tightly, feeling a hot wave of shame wash over me, but the only thing on the inside of my eyelids was that picture. "Oh fuck..." I opened my eyes again and looked down at the mess covering my crotch and T-shirt. I was going to need to shower, and hope that my mom didn't look too closely at my laundry when she did it. Fuck it; I could just tuck this somewhere in the middle of the huge duffle bag of dirty clothes I'd brought back. Fifteen minutes later I was standing under a hot stream of water and was finally starting to feel a little cleaner – both physically and mentally. The orgasm had actually helped clear my mind of sexual thoughts about Lexi. To an extent, at least. I still felt confused and ashamed and weird, but it wasn't as if I'd done any of it intentionally. I mean, I wasn't trying to think of her when I was jerking off – I was trying to do the exact opposite. And I didn't even know the pictures were on her computer – how was I supposed to know she'd been taking dirty pictures of herself in the first place? And who the hell stores that kind of stuff in My Pictures, anyhow? By the time I was stepping out the shower I was feeling pretty good about things: this was just a weird one-off thing, I could go back and see Lexi in a bit when she'd calmed down, act as if nothing had happened and just offer to change her wallpaper back to a static image. I kept that confidence while I cleaned my room up and re-packed everything I'd only unpacked a few hours ago. After checking everything was good in the kitchen I headed to the living room and threw on the TV, settling myself down in the couch to enjoy some dumb movie or a game – whatever caught my eye. After a few minute of channel-flicking I found Broken Arrow and grinned: I was set. As soon as the first commercial break hit I walked through to the kitchen to grab myself a beer, glancing in at my parent's PC in the study as I walked past on my way. It wasn't until I grabbed the beer from the fridge that a nagging thought struck me. I cracked it open and decided I had to go deal with it now. I took a slug then walked upstairs and over to Lexi's door. I stood outside, took a deep breath, exhaled slowly then knocked twice. "...what is it?" I braced myself; this wasn't going to be easy. "Listen, Lexi – I don't want to do this but I need to ask you a question and I need you to answer me honestly." Silence was the only response I got. I wasn't surprised, so I continued: "I don't care about the picture – truly, I don't – but I need to know if you used Mom's camera to take it." I heard a sniffle from behind the door before it swung open and Lexi stood before me – her eyes still red from crying. "Why?" She seemed genuinely confused, not angry, like I was worried she would be. "If you took the picture on her camera I need to know that you deleted it. I can all-but-guarantee Mom'll use that camera over Thanksgiving dinner this evening to take family pictures. And when she's finished taking them..." I trailed off and raised my eyebrows a little, letting her fill in the blank for herself. She maintained the confused look for a second before the light-bulb suddenly clicked on and her eyes widened in shock. "Shit! She'll want to show them to everyone on the computer! Fuckfuckfuck!" I raised my hands and shushed her to calm her down. "Easy, easy... it's okay; you can delete them before then. Do you still have the camera up here?" Lexi shook her head frantically, her eyes still wide and panicked. I put my free hand on her shoulder and locked eyes with her, taking a slow, deep breath in then letting it out in a steady stream. Lexi took a repetition or two to sync with me but by the time she'd been through a few cycles with me she was far calmer. "Okay. Go grab the camera and we can delete the picture." Lexi bit her lip and looked down at the floor – seeing my sister shy and embarrassed was not a common thing for me, given her usual nature – before she murmured out a few words: "Pictures. There's more than one." Huh, so I was right. I mentally slapped myself upside the head myself for thinking about what might be contained in the other ones, and then came back to the current moment. "Okay, we can delete the pictures, plural. Can you grab the camera?" Lexi nodded and attempted a smile, turning one corner of her mouth up half-heartedly at me. "Can you change the thing on my computer so it doesn't do that again? It changed to a picture of my and Amber at the lake a few minutes ago – I want to keep it at that one." "Sounds good. I'll fix that while you get the camera." "You're a good brother sometime, you know?" I smirked a little at that and nodded my head sideways for her to get going. She stepped past me and headed for the stairs while I went over to her computer, taking another sip of beer on my way. I set the bottle down beside the laptop and pulled open the desktop setting to set it to stay on the current wallpaper image. It took all of fifteen seconds and – knowing it'd be at least another minute or so before Lexi got downstairs, found the camera and came back up – a little part of me was tempted to pull open the My Picture folder and see how many other pictures she'd taken of herself. My fingers hovered over the trackpad for a good ten seconds considering it before I wheeled back from the computer and took another drink of my beer. I was not going to think these thoughts. "Okay, I got it. How do you delete stuff?" Lexi walked back into the room, her head down focussing on the LCD screen on the back of the little point-and-click our Dad had got our Mom for Christmas last year. My mind wandered again as I looked at her: even with her big curls pulled up in a hair tie, wearing sweatpants and a loose-hanging shirt anyone could tell she was well-built and pretty – especially when she put effort in to her outfit. "Jake?" Lexi interrupted me from my reverie and I cursed myself again for the direction my mind had wandered in. "Umm... you should be able to hit a button that looks like a 'play' symbol to pull up images." "I don't see it. Oh wait, got it. Oh." From the way her face fell I could tell that the image on screen was either the one that had popped up on her laptop, or another one just as explicit. I acted unfazed and carried on with my instructions, trying to think how camera like this usually worked. "Right, you should be able to hit a 'Menu' or 'OK' button to get options up. Got it?" Lexi furrowed her brow in concentration and clicked a few buttons, frowned more and tried another few. She looked up at me, her face starting to contort in panic again. I kept my voice low and level, attempting to soothe her. "It's okay, we've got lots of time before Mom and Dad are back – we can work it out." Another few minutes of false-starts – with Lexi very deliberately keeping the camera screen facing her and her alone – and her frustration was beginning to become obvious. "I can change the flash setting, set an exposure – whatever the fuck that is – or self-timer but I can't delete them. What the fuck?!" I sighed and pressed my thumb and forefinger into my eyes. "Okay. Lexi? Turn the camera off then on again. Load up the image viewer and use the arrows to flick back to the least risqué one you have on there. I'll show you how to delete it then you can carry on and get rid of the rest of them." "Umm..." I dropped my hand and opened my eyes again, looking over to where Lexi sat cross-legged on the bed, biting her lip again. "Seriously? You didn't take any with your clothes on or anything?" I didn't realise what I'd said until the words were out my mouth and Lexi's cheeks lit up bright red. I felt my face flush as well and finished the last of my beer, mostly as an excuse to not be looking at Lexi anymore. I felt a familiar twitch in my pants and froze with the bottle upturned, looking at the ceiling. Seriously? I was getting wood from talking to my sister about her naked picture? I lowered the bottle as casually as I could and set it on her desk. Lexi was staring intently at the bedsheets when she answered, barely above a whisper. "No. I didn't." I exhaled deeply again, trying to think of where to go from here. Before I came up with a better solution Lexi spoke again. "I'll find the one where I'm most covered up, but you've got to delete it as quickly as you can and never EVER tell anyone about these. Okay?" I nodded mutely and wished I had another beer I could down to steady my nerves and stop my heart beating quite so hard and fast. I tried to stay cool as I nodded as nonchalantly as possible. Lexi stood up from the bed and handed me the camera, standing beside the chair I was sitting in to be able to look down at the screen with me. "So, uh..." I was staring a picture of my little sister on this tiny screen – her dirty blonde curls framing her trademark lopsided mischievous grin on her cute, freckled face; her arms folded over her chest to push her small but perky breasts together and up; her puffy nipples just barely poking out over her forearms; her perfect little bellybutton just barely visible at the bottom of the shot with a blue crystal pendant dangling on a silver chain from it. I swallowed hard and tried to control the stammer I was sure was going to come out in my voice. "Uhh... here, you hit the, umm, green button to get the menu up." The menu was semi-transparent so the image stayed pretty clear behind it as I tried to control my shaking fingers. "Then, uh, we'll..." I wasn't stalling – honestly, I swear – the menu was poorly designed and barely comprehensible at all. I was studying the unintuitive icons, trying my hardest to look at them and not what was behind them. Evidently I was taking my time since I got a shot in my arm from Lexi. "You fucking pervert – you're checking me out!" "No! No! I just, uhh, I can't figure this thing out – it's some weird no-name brand Dad bought! I've never used the thing before!" I turned to her to plead my case – honestly terrified she'd think I was enjoying this. The funny thing is, she didn't sound all that mad, and when she'd hit me it was more of a playful "Oh, you..." play-punch rather than a "What the fuck?!" angry-punch. The look on her face was closer to friendly exasperation than to legitimate concern. I had no idea how to deal with this so I just turned away again and looked at the screen again – trying to keep my focus on the foreground. "Ah, got it – you need to use the arrow keys to scroll down past the first screen; it's the very bottom option. See?" I turned to her again to see if she was following and was surprised to find her face right beside mine: she'd leant over while I wasn't looking, putting her cheek right next to mine. She pulled away a touch when she realised I'd turned, looking back at me and nodding, a half-smile still floating on her face. "And then you just hit the one that says 'OK', click right to confirm with 'OK' again and... voila!" The image behind disappeared only to be replaced by another – clearly the next in her 'series' – where her eyes were half-closed and her head tilted back, biting her lower-lip while she cupped her left breast in one hand and pinched her right nipple with the other. Her grip on the nipple looked firm from the whiteness of her fingertips and the distance she was pulling it away from her body. Again, I only saw it for a half-second as I quickly handed the camera back up to Lexi to continue deleting the photos, but every detail of the image was preserved clear as day in my mind. I expected her to say something, or to move back over to the bed to continue the deletion or something. I considered standing up to leave but I could feel my cock was rock-solid in my pants just now so I opted to stay. As casually as I could I asked Lexi how it was going: "You managing to delete those all okay?" She gave a non-committal grunt in response and I gave a dumb nod she probably didn't even notice. After another minute of sitting awkwardly, listening to the click-click-click-beep of her deleting picture after picture while I waited for my erection to fade – something that wasn't happened too well with my mind racing with the three images that were rapidly changing my view of my sister – I turned to her again. "How many did you take?" Her cheeks reddened again as she replied: "A few. I'm almost done, I swear." She clicked another half-dozen or so times, intently staring at the screen as her cheeks stayed beetroot, before she finally stopped and tossed the camera onto her desk. She then flopped back on the bed, breathing an extended sigh of relief. I was about to get up to leave while she was lying down and less likely to notice the bulge in my pants as I walked out, but she sat back up almost immediately – her face back to her usually bubbly, happy grin. "You, big brother, are a lifesaver. Thanks so much." There wasn't a trace of sarcasm in her voice – quite the change from our usual interactions for the past year or so – and it felt good. I smiled back, a big genuine grin to match hers. She hopped off the bed and leant past me to grab the camera – her chest brushing against my upper arm, which didn't help with the erection issue one bit, especially not after having just seen photos of what was hidden under that shirt. "I should put this back, so Mom can find it empty and ready to use tonight!" "Good idea." I placed my hands on the armrests of the chair, ready to hike myself out of it once Lexi was on her way out the room – hopefully I could follow her out on her way downstairs then duck into my room without her noticing the tent in my pants. I turned my head to the side to see what was holding Lexi up at just the moment she leant in to kiss my cheek again, but the quarter-turn of my head lined my lips up perfectly with the spot on my cheek she'd been aiming for just a second ago. Our lips met and we both froze – this wasn't what either of us had intended and we had no idea how to deal with it. Her lips were soft and gentle on mine and I had a fleeting urge to place a hand on the back of her head and pull her in for a proper kiss before we both pulled back in shock and surprise. "Sorrysorrysorry!" Lexi clenched her hands and stepped back, raising them up in front of her and pulling them in tight, her breathing suddenly rapid and shallow. I started up out of my chair – forgetting totally about my tumescence problem – as I spotted the signs of a panic attack coming on. The look on Lexi's face changed as soon as I got fully out the chair, though: suddenly I remembered why I'd been sitting so long. I started to stutter an explanation but no words came out and I just stared at her in horror, now worried that I was about to have a panic attack. Lexi lowered her arms and asked me quizzically: An Interesting Thanksgiving Pt. 02 "Did... did you just get hard when I kissed you?" "No! I was hard alrea-" My brain caught up to my mouth too late. I froze, mouth hanging open and wanted nothing more than for a hole in the ground to open up and swallow me down. I had no idea how to read the expression on Lexi's face so I just stood there, slack-jawed and panicked. After a long, awkward wait Lexi cleared her throat and looked like she was about to say something. She stopped before she got any words out and cast her gaze to the floor again, her face flushing crimson once more. After a second she looked back at me, locking eyes and asked me in a serious tone: "Did my pictures make you hard?" I waited a second but couldn't think of anything I could do but respond honestly. I nodded once, cautiously. Lexi's face didn't change much at my response. She seemed... embarrassed? Maybe happy? "Do you... find me attractive?" I nodded again, without hesitation this time. "Do you-" She stopped, her throat caught on the words. She looked like she might be about to cry. Finally she broke eye contact and glanced at the floor again. I felt exposed and terrified – was she going to blackmail me with this? What was happening? When she looked back up at me it was with determination in her eyes. "Kiss me." My brain imploded, I had no idea what was going on. I cocked my head to the side and narrowed my eyes – what was she doing? Lexi stepped forward confidently and pushed me in the chest, making me fall back into the chair I'd just been sitting in and cutting down the height difference between us considerably. She took another step forward and lifted one leg, then the other, so she sat straddling me. Wrapping her arms loosely around the back of my neck she tilted her head – her face inches in front of mine, so close I could count the freckles on her nose that were normally barely noticeable – and spoke again: "Don't make me tell you twice." I didn't need more incentive than that, I leant forward and gently touched my lips to hers. I felt her pelvis push forward a little at the first contact between our lips – as if she couldn't get close enough to me no matter what she tried. Her lips parted and I ran my tongue lightly across her lower lip, eliciting a low moan from her that sparked back all the life into my cock that I'd lost in the thirty seconds of terror when I thought she was mad at me. She pushed forward into the kiss, our tongues meeting for the first time as my right hand slid up the back of her shirt and rested at the spot on her head I'd imagined a few minutes before, pulling her closer into me. Her lips were soft, gentle and parted easily when I pressed against them. I let a groan of my own loose when she rocked her pelvis forward again – she wasn't able to grind against me properly because of the armrests on the chair but just knowing she was trying to rock her herself against my cock was enough to make it swell again. She broke our kiss but – seemingly involuntary – continued her pelvis' slow rocking, rubbing herself on my thigh. "I... I didn't think anyone found me attractive. That's why I took the photos." Her voice was breathy and fragile, as though the slightest little thing could crack and break her. I didn't say anything but let my free left hand find her hipbone. I gently touched her through the fabric of her sweatpants, never breaking eye contact as I traced my fingertips up its curve, her shirt starting to bunch up on my hand, until I finally touched the bare skin of her side. She gasped and ground more firmly on my leg – even through my jeans I could feel the primal heat of her cunt. "I've been too scared to post them online yet, but I wanted to know if anyone on there liked them since no-one... nnngh..." She ground into me more firmly again as my slowly rising fingertips traced higher and higher up her side, eventually grazing the underside of her right breast. "...no-one in this town seems to, uhh.... seems to be into me. Aaaahhh..." I was running my fingers up and under her breast, cupping it ever-so-gently as I moved closer and closer to her areola. "Amber can... ohhh... she can fuck any guy she wants with her big tits, and her- her- her-" I began circling her areola with one finger, taking the utmost care not the touch her nipple itself, following the transitional line between her breast and the super soft areola itself. "...her Dad being away all the time. I just... mmmmh... I've kissed two boys in three years. And one was just... uhhh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.... just so Amber could fuck his friend." I had my forefinger and thumb gliding over the areola, feeling its smooth, silken texture – no bumps at all, just a puffy expense surrounding her rock-hard nipple. "I was worried... nnngh... no-one would want to fuck meeeeeee... Mmmf!" I suddenly grabbed her nipple and pinched. Hard. Just like I'd seen her do to herself in her photo. She began to squeal but I covered her mouth with mine and used my other hand to press her into the kiss. I felt like I could cum right there and then just from listening to her react to my touch and feeling her rocking herself to an orgasm on my leg – her grinding had become more and more frantic as- "Guyyyyys! We're home! Grandma's here!" We broke away instantly, I let go of Lexi's nipple and she hopped off my leg. She hissed: "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" I looked at Lexi: her hair was mussed, her crotch had a huge damp spot and there was nothing but lust and disappointment in her eyes. I couldn't think of anything to do but shrug in dismay. Lexi pointed down at my leg – the damp spot on her sweatpants had left a stain on the thigh of my jeans too. I thought briefly then leant in and kissed her again – quickly but deeply – and pulled away. "I need to change. So do you. We'll meet downstairs, have a nice family Thanksgiving, and just act normal. I'll be back in here with you after Grandma settles in my room, kay?" Lexi nodded quickly and stood up on her tiptoes to kiss me on the cheek again. "I've never been more upset at the prospect of a turkey dinner." I grinned and gave her a wink before high-tailing it back to my room to change ASAP.