9 comments/ 52223 views/ 69 favorites Thanksgiving Revenge By: rarmons When I started writing this, I had something else in mind. However, the story developed into something totally different. I have no idea if people will enjoy reading this or not, so if you feel strongly about it one way or another, please let me know. ***** It was the day before Thanksgiving, and as you could expect, the airport was crammed full of people. I was standing near the arrival gate, accompanied by my dad, looking out for my aunt Ashley, and her husband, who were due to arrive any minute. It had been nearly eight years since I've last seen her in person, so I was excited to see my quirky aunt again. She and her sister Catherine, my mom, used to have a very good relationship with each other. Ashley had practically lived with us, always babysitting me whenever Mom was busy. Once I was older, Ashley used to take me to the zoo, museums, movies, and all kinds of other fun activities, while both my parents worked all day at our family business, a small tailoring shop passed down by my grandfather to my mom, his oldest daughter. It had been almost like living with two mothers instead of one. That is, until eight years ago when she and mom had a falling out. It had been a very tough year for the business, eating up most of my parents' time. Mom accused Ashley of never helping out, Ashley criticized mom of being a terrible mother because she spent so little time with me. It turned real ugly, real fast, ending only after it came to physical blows. No one quite remembers how exactly it transpired, but Ashley lost her balance and fell, tearing her cheek on something on the way down. She never forgave my mom for the small half inch scar that now marred her face. That was the last day she set foot in our house, and moved away a month later without so much as a goodbye. Our family has never been the same since then. Truth is, I spent far more time under Ashley's tutelage than my own mother's, and had formed a much stronger bond with her than either of my absentee parents. Naturally, I had been devastated by her departure, and couldn't understand why she had abandoned me. To make matters worse, Mom forbade me from ever contacting Ashley, as long as I was living under their roof. I resented her for that, but as a fifteen year old, you really don't have a lot of options. My parents still spent most of their time working at the shop, so I was mostly left to my own devices. I never tried contacting Ashley, though. I was worried about my mother finding out, and I didn't know how to confront my aunt about why she had abandoned me. I thought maybe things would get better after I was accepted to college, but Mom made it clear, in no uncertain terms, that they were still the ones who paid for my college, even if I wasn't technically living at home anymore. Living far away from home, however, inspired me with a greater sense of freedom. Since I considered it unlikely for Mom to find out, I set up a separate social networking profile to try and contact Ashley. I got lucky, and found out her new cell number. I was really nervous making the call, almost abandoning my attempt several times. It was awkward at first, and neither of us really knew what to say. She had moved to New York City, and worked as a waitress. We kept things light, and it felt like both of us were stepping around things we didn't want to bring up. Eventually, I got sick of it, and asked her the question I was burning to ask. "Why did you abandon me three years ago?" "What? Are you kidding me?" she protested, sounding sincere. "I wish I could have taken you with me, when I left! Cathy threatened me to stay away. Told me I was a bad influence." "Why didn't you, you know, do something?" "I sent you a few letters. Guess you never got any of them." "Nope," I confirmed. She was real quiet for a while, and then timidly asked, barely louder than a whisper: "Cathy told me you didn't want to talk to me. That you hate me now." "Hell no!" I was livid. "I wanted to, every single day. Mom forbade it. 'My house, my rules,' she always said." "That bitch!" Ashley sounded as furious as I was. It felt like a huge burden had been lifted. We kept talking, happy to finally have each other in our lives again, and for the next two years kept in regular contact, even though we were unable to actually meet up. I was still financially dependent on my parents, and they wouldn't just buy me a plane ticket to New York without asking questions; Ashley's job barely paid enough for rent and expenses living in the city. Things at home improved, too. I didn't think what my mother had done was right, but she's still my mom, and I know she loves me in her own way. Overall, my life returned to something resembling normal again. Ashley started dating someone, and our contact decreased somewhat, as you would expect. Apparently, the guy she was seeing was filthy rich, and she was giddy like a little girl when she talked about him. From all accounts, it was a whirlwind romance. He invited her to stay for a few months in France, where he promptly decided to propose to her. She accepted, and they tied the knot a week later. I was really surprised when soon after, my parents out of the blue invited Ashley for Thanksgiving. Even more surprising, Ashley accepted the invite. I thought that maybe they were ready to bury the hatchet after so many years, but on the drive to the airport Dad spilled the beans. "Max, listen... I'm sorry to burden you with this," he began, "but the shop hasn't been well lately." "Really? You guys seem busier than ever." They seemed to spend most of their day at the shop these days, I always assumed it was because they had too much work to do. "A lot of things have changed since you went off to college. We had to let Mary go," she was a seamstress employed by my parents, "and your mother has been picking up the slack. We just couldn't afford to keep her on." I felt a pang of guilt hit me. "It's not because of me is it? Because of tuition?" "I hate to say it, " he admitted, "but it's been a strain on our resources." After a brief pause, he continued. "We had to take out a second mortgage on the house last year." "Is it bad?" "Yeah." Silence. After a while, he spoke up again. "We invited your aunt to Thanksgiving so we could ask her for a loan." They must have heard from someone about Ashley's marriage. I asked, "How much?" "Hundred fifty big ones." Ouch. From what I knew of Ashley's new husband, though, that wouldn't even be a drop in the bucket for him. "What's gonna happen without it?" "We'll lose the business, for sure. And probably our house." "Jesus, Dad." I was floored. "We haven't been able to keep up with the payments. Cathy thinks we only have until the end of the year at best." He sighed. "What I wanted to talk to you about is... can you make sure your aunt's in a good mood this week? That's why Cathy didn't come with us to the airport. We want to make sure nothing goes wrong." "Of course. But I don't think it's me you have to worry about." We drove the rest of the way in silence. They didn't know I had been keeping in touch with her, so they probably didn't expect me to be on friendly terms with her. I was the first to spot her amidst the throng of people squeezing out of the door. While we had been talking on the phone and chatting online, we never really exchanged pictures. My social networking profile had been fake after all, and she wasn't much the selfie type. The difference to my memories of her was remarkable. She used to prefer comfort over style, but the way she carried herself now was reminiscent of a model walking down the red carpet. Her dress must have been the latest fashion, clinging to her body in a way that accentuated her ample curves. High heels clicking with every step, breasts bouncing freely, she drew closer. Holding her hand was an older man, who I could only assume must be Antoine, her husband. He was far older than I expected. While she had never explicitly told me how old he was in any of her emails, I just assumed he was around her age. Instead, he appeared to be at least in his sixties, salt and pepper hair matched by a black and white pinstripe suit. I waved, and Ashley immediately rushed over, threw arms around me, and we embraced in a tight hug. "Oh god, how long has it been? My god, you've grown so much. It's good to see you!" Despite her outward change, she was as bubbly as ever. "Oh, I know. I barely recognized you after all this time, you look like a celebrity in that outfit." "Please! I'd be happy to wear any old thing, but Antoine insists that his trophy wife look spectacular." She snorted, tossing her blonde hair back in a stereotypical fashion. "Speaking of, come on, I'll introduce you two." "Antoine, this is Max, my favorite nephew! Max, meet my husband." "How do you do," he spoke in a deep voice and a faint but noticeable french accent, "Ashley has told me many things about you." I shook his hand, returning his firm grip. "Likewise. It's nice to finally put a face to the name." He seemed like the pleasant type. Dad leapt eagerly at the chance to shake his hand, having so far done nothing but stand around awkwardly. "Hello, Arthur." Ashley's tone was more serious now, as she addressed my dad. "Hello, Ashley. We really are glad you decided to stay with us this holiday. All three of us." At the mention of her sister, my aunt stiffened a little. Dad nudged me with his elbow. "Yes, all of us," I chimed in. "I know," she replied, nodding once. Then, turning back to me, "Come on! Let's get this show on the road, I got a lot of suitcases with me. It's a good thing you decided to grow up into such a strong man." I rolled my eyes at her. Together, we managed to carry all the suitcases to the car. It really was an extraordinary amount of luggage, I had no idea how they managed to get it this far; fortunately, it all managed to fit in the trunk of Dad's sedan. As soon as we started moving, Antoine, who was sitting in the passenger seat, pulled out his smartphone and began tapping away. I sat in the back with Ashley, who immediately started making plans for the weekend. "We should totally do something, like in the old days. Is the zoo still open? No wait, you're probably too old for that. Do you like theater? Or what about a museum. Or we could watch a movie," she went on, not giving me a chance to respond. "How are you doing at college? Do you have a girlfriend yet? Or we could go bowling, I haven't done that in years!" "Sure, any of that sounds great," I finally managed to squeeze out an answer. "A girlfriend sounds great?" "Oh, not that." "Aw, poor baby, don't worry one day you'll grow up into a handsome prince," she mocked, and over and ruffled my hair, as if she had never been gone. "Now that I think about, it seems you already did. Aren't you cute as a button?" I spent the rest of the trip being regaled by stories of her honeymoon in Paris. *** It was almost dark when we pulled into the driveway of our small home and carted the luggage in. The house smelled delicious; Mom must have pulled out all the stops in preparing this welcoming feast. Despite Ashley seeming to be her old self again, the temperature dropped noticeably when the two sisters faced each other. "Ash." "Cathy." Their faces betrayed no emotion, but it seemed like the old hatred was bubbling under the surface, about the erupt at any moment. Mom kept furtively glancing at the spot on Ashley's cheek where even after all this time the scar was noticeable. "Come on, let's eat, I'm starving," said my dad in an attempt to defuse the situation. "Superb idea," chimed in Antoine, who sounded just as eager to keep the peace. We all sat down at the table, and Mom served us the goods. Sweet potatoes, squash casserole, pumpkin soup, and a few other assorted Thanksgiving season delicacies. Mom was the first to speak. "We prepared Max' old room for you two. Should be enough room, and you'll have your own bathroom." I'd be sleeping on the couch, which wasn't that much worse than my dorm room bed. "Oh, I forgot to mention, Antoine can't stay. He has a business meeting in Montreal and has to leave again tonight." "On Thanksgiving?" inquired my dad. "Ah, but it is only Thanksgiving in America. My sincerest apologies," confirmed Antoine. "I hope I have not imposed a burden on your hospitality." "Oh, not at all!" The ice seemed to have thawed a little, and Dad made some polite inquiries into how Ashley was doing. She acquiesced and began talking. I already knew everything, or just heard it during the car ride, so I barely paid attention. An hour later, most of the food was gone, and Antoine announced it would be time for him to go. "Will you need a ride to the airport?" inquired my father. "No thank you, Arthur. I already have a car waiting for me outside." I had no idea when or how he arranged it, but sure enough there was a slick limo waiting for him outside our house. Standing in the door, he gave Ashley a kiss and whispered in her ear, just barely loud enough for me to hear, "Stay strong." As soon as the door was shut, Ashley asked cynically, "So, Cathy. What's the real reason you invited me?" Mom was caught like a deer in headlights, but fortunately Dad took the reigns. "Max, why don't you head up to your room. There's something your aunt and us have to discuss." "Fine, whatever," I replied. I wasn't exactly eager to sit in on that conversation, it was bound to get really uncomfortable. I headed up the stairs and beelined towards my old room. Not much had changed, my parents hadn't changed it since I moved out. I pulled out my phone and spent some time catching up with correspondence, as well as checking the weather for the upcoming days to see which of Cathy's many suggestions would be feasible. I had lost track of time when I heard a loud thump from downstairs followed by a muffled yell. Shortly after, I heard footsteps race up the stairs, and Ashley slid into view. "Come on. Let's go." "Go where?" "Out." With that she turned on her heel and raced downstairs again. I followed her, wondering what happened. She was already out the door by the time I reached the bottom, so I quickly put on my shoes and grabbed two jackets. "Mom, Dad. I'm apparently going out with Ashley," I yelled towards the living room. "Ok," came the reply from dad. "Don't forget what I told you earlier in the car." "Bye!" Ashley was waiting by my dad's car, but I directed her towards my own car, which was parked on the curb. It wasn't as big or comfy, but it was mine. "What happened back there?" I asked after turning the ignition. "Fuck, it's just... Cathy can really piss me off, you know? Sorry, I know she's your mom, but fuck her." It clearly hadn't gone as well as anyone had hoped. "What did I do to deserve such a cunt of a sister." "Hey!" "Sorry. Goddamn, I need a drink. Is the Pit still open?" "No, they closed down two years ago, it's a pizza joint now." "Fuck. Just take me anywhere with booze, please." "Yes, ma'am." I drove to her to Henderson's Bar, which normally was on the upper edge of my price range. However, it had a much better atmosphere than any other place in town. Maybe it would have a positive impact on my aunt. It also happened to be pretty close, which was beneficial because Ashley was abusing my mom verbally the entire drive, stopping only once we arrived at our destination. Ashley ordered a double shot of tequila and immediately slammed it down, then ordered some more. "What do you want, Max?" "I'll just have some coke," I replied, thinking about having to drive back later. "Nonsense, you're drinking something. My treat." "Fine! A rum and coke then." "Good boy," she said, and relayed my order. "Come on, let's get a booth." We sat down opposite each other. It wasn't a busy night, so we were fairly secluded. Two shots later, she seemed to relax again. "So what happened back there?" I asked again. "Oh... it's just..." she trailed off. "How much do you know about the business?" "Not a lot. Dad told me earlier that it's looking really bad though." "You have no idea." "Well, I have some idea." "Oh." She looked crestfallen. "I'm sorry." "It's not your fault. Did they ask you for money?" "Yeah." "Have you thought about it?" "Yeah..." "And?" "I haven't decided yet." "Oh." "I have decided on one thing though." "What's that?" "I'm gonna pay for your college education, no matter what. You shouldn't have to suffer because of my cunt of a sister." "What? I... wow. I don't know what to say." "Don't worry about it. I love you as if you were my own, you know that, right? But enough of this sappy shit, have some shots." She pushed some of the glasses towards me, and I gladly downed one, the tequila burning in my throat. Several shots later, and I was comfortably buzzed. The alcohol had a much greater toll on Ashley, who seemed fairly drunk. She excused herself to go to the bathroom, and when she came back she brought more shots. This time, she sat down on my side of the booth, then leaned into me. I put my arm around her, and we just sat there for a while, enjoying the warmth. "This is nice." "Mmhmm..." I agreed, nursing a shot. "Antoine doesn't want to fuck me anymore." "Wha-" I choked on my drink. "He used to just come up behind me, and take me right there. Didn't matter where. Kitchen, bathroom, elevator..." "That's not what I meant," I protested. Unbidden, images of my aunt bent over a kitchen counter popped into my head. "I mean why are you telling me this?" "I used to want children of my own, you know. I still do actually. I'm not too old yet." It was true, she was only 33, ten years older than me. "But Antoine doesn't. He says he doesn't have the energy to raise a child. All I want is a beautiful boy that grows up into a handsome man like you." "Why did you marry him then?" I ignored the last part. "He's a great guy. Also he's really rich." "Sounds like true love." "Oh, shut up. We talked about it before we married, but I thought I could change his mind. I told Antoine I wanted kids again after our honeymoon, and ever since then he stopped initiating. And he's been too afraid to cum in me." "Ashley, I don't know if I want to-" But she just kept going, as if he hadn't heard me. "Now he just pulls out at the last second and shoots on my stomach. I miss having someone come in me." As she said this, she snuggled deeper against me, and placed her head on my shoulder. By now the second round of drinks were gone, and I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable with the direction this conversation seemed to be heading. "Ashley, you're drunk." "Maybe." She giggled. "I just feel comfortable around you, like I could tell you anything." "I'm flattered, but I think you've had enough to drink for one night. Let's go back." "Ok, I'll drive!" "You're in no condition to walk, let alone drive." Neither was I, exactly. After the lengthy procedure of getting out of the booth, which Ashley protested greatly, I got the bartender to call us a cab. Looking at my phone, I was shocked to discover it was already way past midnight. Where had all that time gone? On the cab ride home, Ashley once again snuggled into me, only this time she was too drunk to speak. After we arrived back at the house, I had to practically push her up the stairs and into my old bedroom. "Max, I don't feel so good." "No shit, you drank an entire lake of tequila." "I really have to pee!" "The bathroom's right there." She stumbled through the door and closed it behind her, not locking it. I was concerned she would pass out somewhere along the way, and not make it to bed, so I stuck around for a bit to make sure she was okay. She wasn't. I heard audible retching coming from the bathroom, then the flushing of the toilet. Thanksgiving Revenge "Max, are you still there?" "Yeah, what's up?" "Can you help me for a sec?" I entered the bathroom, and my breath caught in my throat. Ashley was kneeling in front of the toilet, her dress hiked up to her midriff, and hanging loosely, her panties pulled down to the ankles. I could make out every little detail. Her round, plump cheeks. Her neatly puckered asshole. Her luscious, inviting pussy, covered in a mass of curly blond hair, slick with wetness. Her breasts hanging freely, moving up and down with her breathing. "Jesus, Ashley. Put some clothes on." I jumped back out, still processing what I had seen. Unwanted, I could feel my dick growing uncomfortably in my pants. "Oh, sorry. Come in now." I entered again, and this time she had halfheartedly tossed the dress back over her. However, it had fallen short of actually covering her butt, making absolutely no difference to the fact she was flaunting her goods. Instead of backing out, this time I just moved past her. "This better be serious." "I... think my hair is stuck. I can't move." I bent down, examining the situation. She had somehow managed to grip the toilet seat over her own hair. The only reason she was trapped was because she gripped the seat so hard. "God damn it," I muttered, prying her vice like grip away from the seat. "Come on, let's you get you to bed." Under my support she managed to stand up, her dress thankfully falling down and covering her again. She moved into the bedroom, and I turned around to turn off the bathroom light. When I turned back, Ashley was standing in the middle of the room, bare naked. The dress was lying crumpled next to her on the floor. "What are you doing?" I hissed. She looked damn good. Her tits were nice and supple; her pussy covered by a neatly trimmed blonde bush. Grabbing her by the shoulders, which I noticed were very soft and warm, I guided her towards the bed, laid her down on it, and threw the blanket over her. "Max..." she murmured. "Yes?" But before I got an answer I heard light snoring coming from here. She'd fallen asleep on the spot. I made my way out, turning off the light as I left. Downstairs on the couch, I reflected on what had just happened. I wasn't sure if I was turned on or not. I'd never thought of her in that way before, she was always just my aunt. But she had looked damn good. In the end, I decided both us were way too drunk, and shortly after I fell asleep, not even bothering to get out of my clothes. *** The next morning, I awoke to glaringly bright light and a killer headache. And the smell of coffee. I sat up, and my aunt was sitting in a chair across from me. She was wearing jeans and a sweater, although I was just happy she actually wore clothes. She was studying my face intensely. "Good afternoon, Max." "Afternoon? What time is it?" "Almost one." "Ugh, my head hurts." "Here, I made you some coffee." She handed me the mug, and I accepted it gratefully. "Thanks." I sipped it, and it did wonders to restore my head. Images from last night came rushing back. "Uh... how much do you remember from last night?" I was hoping it wasn't a lot. "I remember drinking a lot." "Yeah, that we did." Maybe I got lucky and this whole awkward situation could be avoided. "Then we took a cab drive home," she continued. Uh oh. "Then I think I wanted to pee, but instead I ended up puking." Shit, here it comes. "And then I remember a very handsome knight, coming to rescue a fair maiden, down on her luck." I could feel myself start to blush. "And no matter how close he came to his auntie's horny pussy, he remained a perfect gentleman." "Ashley, I-" "Relax, Max. I'm just messing with you. We were both really drunk, I'm sure Cathy would be more than happy to know that her son only oogled his naked aunt, nothing more." "That's not funny." I admonished her. "Please don't tell her." "Alright. I won't tell them, if you answer me one question. Truthfully." "What's the question?" "Did you like what you saw?" She was enjoying this far too much. "Erm, I, uh... you're very beautiful." She raised an eyebrow, clearly expecting more. "Down there," I added hastily. "Did you get a boner?" "I'm not gonna answer that, you had your one question." "Fine. Get up, I made breakfast." True to her word, there was a stack of pancakes sitting on the kitchen table. I eagerly dug in, famished after the night's debauchery. I felt much better after wolfing down the last one. "Where's Mom and Dad?" "They went to the shop earlier." "On Thanksgiving?" "Yeah, I think they mostly wanted to avoid me." I sighed. "Is there anything that's going make you guys forgive each other?" "I've thought about it. A lot. I think there is something." "Great! Whatever it is, I'll help." That was good news. Maybe they could work out their differences, and we could all start acting like a family again. "Let's go do something, I'm bored." "Give me fifteen minutes. I really want to take a shower." Only ten minutes later, I was ready. We set out on foot, since my car was still parked at Henderson's Bar. It was about a thirty minute walk, which we spent looking around the neighborhood, reminiscing about our own childhoods growing up here. Once we picked up the car, I drove her around town for a while, pointing out all the changes that happened during the time she was gone. Ashley suggested that we watch a movie, and after a short debate settled on an R-rated romantic comedy. It didn't look like a busy time of the day, so it was not much of a surprise when we were the first to arrive. The previews started playing, and a couple settled in a few rows in front of us. Other than that, we were alone. The movie was really boring, there was very little comedy or romance. Things took a turn for the more interesting during the flick's first sex scene. Ashley nudged me, and whispered, "Look," pointing at the couple in front of us. In the light of the movie's reflection, I could clearly see the woman's head bobbing up and down over her partner's lap. "Are they really doing that right here?" I whispered back. "Yeah, isn't it hot?" I don't know if I agreed or not, but it was certainly more interesting than the tepid movie. Just then, Ashley stood up, and pulled her jeans, and panties, down to her thigh. I was shocked. "What the hell are you doing?" "Just relieving a bit of stress. I've been so horny since last night, and you clearly didn't want to satisfy me." She reached down between her legs and inserted two fingers. "Are you crazy? What if someone catches you?" She responded with a soft moan, punctuated by the squelching sound her fingers made as she went to work. I was transfixed by the sight of her fingers rapidly plunging into her depths. The front of my pants tightened. I couldn't believe I was getting a hardon watching my aunt finger herself. Last night had been one thing, but she clearly wasn't drunk now. She reached over with her other hand, and placed it on my package. "What do we have here?" I was so stunned, I didn't even react as she pulled down my zipper, reached inside, and pulled out my throbbing erection. "There you go, Max. Mmmm... Now you can relieve some pressure too. Ahh..." Still watching Ashley's rapid finger work, I started stroking myself, unable to resist the blood pumping through my veins. She reached over and grabbed my free hand, fingers intertwining. Her breath quickened, and she increased her pace even more, while moaning audibly. She squeezed my hand, hard, and her entire body shuddered. Afterwards, she slumped back in the seat, her face the picture of bliss, focusing her gaze on my erection. Spurned on by her sudden interest, I started stroking faster and faster, rapidly approaching orgasm. I was just about to pop, when I squeezed her hand to let her know what was about come. She sprang into action immediately, bending over and placing my tip in her mouth. I came, hard. A wave of euphoria pulsated through body as I shot my load deep into Ashley's mouth. Spurt after spurt were eagerly welcomed, rewarding me with a flick of tongue across my head. I was spent, and my aunt sat upright again. "Mmm... that tasted much better than I imagined." I was speechless. I had no idea what had gotten into me, other than my dick draining all the blood out of my brain. We watched the rest of the movie in silence; the couple in front of us had disappeared at some point, I hadn't paid any attention to them at all. I never let go of her hand though. After the movie ended-I don't even remember how the story finished-we walked to my car, still hand in hand. "Should we talk about what happened?" I asked her. "What do you mean? We are simply two adults, who watched a movie together, and enjoyed ourselves. What's there to talk about?" "Well, for starters you're my aunt." "Does that mean you aren't attracted to my body?" "No, but-" "Does that mean you didn't get a hardon watching me finger myself? "No, but-" "Does it mean I can't still taste your cum in my mouth? "No, but-" "So what's there to talk about?" I sighed, eager to get home. I mulled over what happened, and despite all logical reasoning, I knew I wanted more. Ashley was sinfully hot, and if she wasn't my aunt I'd be drooling all over her. But here she was, practically throwing herself at me, I'd be a fool not to catch her. On top of that, I already loved her more than anyone else in the world. I felt comfortable around her, in a way I never had with girlfriends. My parents' car was parked in the driveway. When we entered, my mother was busy in the kitchen. Upon seeing her, I realized just how disappointed I was. I was eager to be alone with Ashley again. "I was just putting the turkey in the oven. Arthur's still at the shop, I have to head back too. It'll be a few hours before dinner is ready." "Sounds good, Mom." I avoided looking at her, not wanting to meet her gaze. Ashley turned to me, and said, "Hey Max, could you excuse us for a minute? There's something I have to talk about with Cathy." "About what?" Hopefully she wouldn't go straight to my mom and tell her I sexually assaulted her. "Just grown up stuff." "Fine. Whatever." I made my way to the living room, where I tidied up the couch a bit, then sat down, restlessly. I knew what we had done was wrong, but for the world of me it didn't feel that way. It had felt good. Ashley entered the living room, and announced, "She's gone again." I had been so lost in my own thoughts I didn't even hear the car leave. "I want to show you something. Follow me." We headed upstairs, but instead of going into my old room, she headed straight for my parents' bedroom. "What do you want to show me in there?" I wondered. "It's a surprise." My parents' bedroom was pretty small, their double bed took up most of the available space, leaving just enough for a night table, and a commode for the tv. There was a small walk-in closet with two sliding doors, one of which was a full sized mirror. "Here," she guided me, positioning me in front of the mirror. Ashley moved between me and the mirror, facing it. She pulled her sweater over her head; over her shoulder, I was able to see her tits in the mirror. She pulled down her pants, and kicked them off, standing there naked. She was stunningly beautiful, and I could feel myself harden. "Is this what you wanted to show me? I think I've seen it all before, and more." Instead of a response, she reached back, grabbed my hands, and placed them directly on her beautiful tits. I started massaging them, they were nice and supple. She moaned when I started teasing her nipples with my fingers. "Do you want to do this?" she asked. "Yeah, this feels nice." "No, I mean do you really want to do this? All the way?" I considered it. She was my aunt, and that was wrong. But logic like that paled against the need that was starting to build up, and it's not like I was forcing myself on her. So far she had been pretty obvious in her intentions. "I think so. Yeah." I replied. "Good." She reached down and inserted a finger into her pussy. The mirror turned out to be really useful. Was she getting turned on watching herself? "Tell me, do you think I'm beautiful?" "Oh yes, very much." It wasn't hard to be honest, she clearly took good care of her body. "Am I prettier than Cathy?" "Uh, what?" "Do you think I'm sexier than your mother?" She was picking up her pace now. "Definitely." This line of questioning was getting kinda weird, considering I was massaging her breasts at the time. "Do you, mmm... Ever wish. That I. Hnng... were your mother. Instead of her?" She was working herself into a near frenzy, only managing to get a few words out at a time. "Well, growing up you were always around. I've never told this to anyone, but... I always felt like you were more of a mom to me than she was." Upon hearing this, she moaned wildly; her whole body started shuddering, and I had to hold her up when her knees buckled. I let go of her tits, and just held her there for a while. "Oh god, thank you, Max. That's just what aunty needed to hear." She turned around, and started kissing me. Her warm tongue eagerly invaded my mouth, while she undid my pants. She pulled them down, and I pulled my shirt off. My cock was finally free of its cage, and stood at full attention. "Let's see what we have here," she said, and stepped behind me, threading her arms around me, pulling close. I could feel her hard nipples poking into my back. She brushed one hand over my chest, and with the other grabbed my balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. "Wow, looks like my sister actually managed to create one good thing in this world." "Why do you have to be so mean to her? It's not like she can hear you right now. It's just us." "Does it bother you?" "A little bit, yeah. She's still my mother." "Do you love her?" "Of course." "Do you love me?" She gave my balls another squeeze. "Yeah." "Do you love me more than her?" She started kissing my neck, raising goosebumps all over my skin. "That's not fair." She let go of my balls, and started slowly stroking my cock. Oh god, that felt so good. "I want to hear it. Who do you love more, me or your mother?" "You," I admitted, but the enormous guilt I felt saying it was alleviated by her increased stroking. Without warning, she stepped aside and pulled me back, hard. I stumbled and fell backwards onto the bed. She followed quickly, straddling me. She scooted back, and my cock was nestled securely between her buttchecks. "Correct answer," she said. I could feel the heat emanating from her. Her pubic hair slightly tickling me, and her wet lips leaving a trail of juices. "Now tell me what you want to do." "I want to fuck you." "Say it like you mean it." "I want to screw your brains out." "You can do better than that," she emphasized her words by lightly grinding my cock between her cheeks. "I want to hear more filth." "I want to bury my cock deep in your wet cunt and pump you full of cum." "Much better." She lifted herself up a bit, and guided my head to the opening of her pussy. It felt so warm and inviting. She plunged down, taking in all of me at once. "Oh god," I rasped. "You're so tight." I grabbed her hands, and intertwined her fingers with my own, leaning on my elbow. She pushed down, and lifted herself up, then started riding me in earnest. Up and down, my hips eagerly thrusting to match her motions. Her tits bounced freely with every motion; her eyes were close, lost in carnal pleasure. Her skin covered in beads of sweat, she moaned with wild abandon. "Oh god. Ash. I'm. Almost. There," I panted, and squeezed her hand to let her know. "Wait!" She stopped immediately, letting go of my hands. She spun around, impaling herself back on my cock, facing the mirror. "There, that's good," she purred. I grabbed a fistful of blonde hair, and pulled. She arched backwards, and I resumed pounding her. I was so close, it didn't take much longer. My whole body started tingling, and my orgasm hit me in full force. I felt myself pumping her full of seed, filling her with a massive load. "Yes, yes, yes, yesssssssss..." Ashley screamed, and collapsed backwards. We just lay there for a while, panting. My cock was beginning to soften inside her, and I absentmindedly played with one of her breasts, teasing her nipple. In the post orgasmic silence, I heard sobbing coming from somewhere in the room. "Do you hear that?" I asked my aunt. "Yes." "Where is it coming from?" "The closet." "The closet?" "Yeah," she sighed, then resumed speaking, much louder than before. "I think it's time for you to come out." "Who are you talking-" I was interrupted by the mirrored door sliding open, and a cold shiver ran down my spine. "Mom, what the fuck!" Her eyes were red and swollen, and she used her hand to wipe away tears. "Oh, hello, Cathy!" Ashley sounded gleeful. "Fuck you," came the reply from my mother, shaking with suppressed anger. "Just. Fuck. You." "No, thank you," replied my aunt nonchalantly. "Your son already took care of that." "What the fuck is going on?" I asked. "Oh, your mother was so desperate to get her hands on my money, she agreed to do anything for it. Didn't you, Cathy?" My mother didn't respond, and Ashley went on. "So I told her I wanted to take back the thing I missed most. You." The memory of what I said earlier quelled up. "Shit, Mom, earlier, what I said... when she asked, oh god. I hope you didn't hear," but the by the pained expression in her face, I knew she had. "Take a look at the other door, Max," my aunt suggested. I did, and noticed a square ventilation area. "She could do far more than just hear. I tried it earlier, and you can see everything. Everything. Didn't you, Cathy?" "You've had your sick fun, now please just stop it," Mom pled. Ashley, however, wasn't deterred, and continued taunting her, "I can feel Max's cum deep inside me, Cathy. I'm not on the pill, you know." My mom's face paled visibly, her eyes widened in horror. "No, no, no. You can't. It's not right. Please, don't do this. I'll do anything. Anything! Just don't do this." The entire situation was incredibly unreal. I was mortified, unable to intervene. Ashley was still lying on top of me, but she didn't even seem to be aware of me, when she spoke, "The only way you're going to get Max's seed out of me, my dear sister, is with your mouth." "You fucking bitch." My mother's face was contorted in rage. "That's not the use I was referring to. The longer you talk, the longer his hot load is in me." I half expected my mother to go berserk and attack Ashley, but instead she dropped down to her knees. I had forgotten that my penis, now mostly flaccid, was still inside my aunt's pussy, until I felt my mom gingerly grab it between two fingers, and pull it out of her. Then her face lowered, and disappeared below Ashley's curly bush. Ashley let out a gasp. "Oh god, yes." She grabbed my hands, and placed them back on her tits. I was still too mortified to do anything, so I just held them. Ashley's breath picked up, and I could hear wet noises coming from below. My mom's hair draped over my cock and balls, tickling with every move of her head. "You're gonna have to go deeper if you want to get it all out. Oh god, yes. Deeper!" She reached down and started rubbing her clit. "Doesn't it taste good, Cathy? I had some earlier today, and your son's cum tastes much better than anything you've ever cooked. Keep going. Keep going, oh god, YES!" She was writhing now, twisting and turning her body, lost in ecstasy. She slumped back down on me, and softly murmured, "I think you got everything." Thanksgiving Revenge Mom got up, and her cheeks glistened with wetness. She used her arm to wipe it away as best as she could, tears welling up in her eyes. "You can go now," Ashley told her. Mom glanced at me, and muttered, "I'm sorry, Max." Then she turned around and fled the room, slamming the door behind her. I seemed to regain control of my senses, and unceremoniously rolled Ashley off of me. Unable to fully comprehend everything that had just happened, I just lied there. From outside came the sound of a car starting, then driving off. "Are you ok, Max?" Her voice was timid now, filled with concern. She moved closer again, hugging the side of my body, and traced patterns on my chest with her finger. I hadn't even begun processing everything that had just happened. "No," I admitted. "I feel... hurt. Used." "I'm sorry. I didn't plan on it escalating this far. I just wanted her to watch. I told her not to make a sound." "You did all this just to get back at her? You used me." "No, please, Max. You have to believe me. I wanted you the moment I saw you at the airport. I really do love you, you know? The whole thing with Cathy was just... personal." "What's going to happen now?" "Well, first of all I'm going to kiss you, then we'll lie here for a while, enjoying the warmth. Then we're gonna take a shower. Then we'll eat a nice Turkey dinner." She turned my head, and pulled in a for a long, sensual kiss. "That's not what I meant," I objected, after the kiss ended. "I know. What's gonna happen is I'll bail Cathy and Arthur out of their financial problems, and you and I are going to start seeing more of each other." "Really? You don't think mom is going to, you know, murder you?" "And risk Arthur finding out she slobbered your cum out of her own sister's pussy? I don't think so. She has too much pride for that." I don't know how long we stayed like that, but it felt good. We were disturbed by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. "That must be them. Come on, let's go shower." We got up, grabbed our clothes off the floor, and headed to my old room. She slipped in silently behind me, and we spent a few minutes lathering each other up. I made sure to caress every inch of her body, exploring every curve. She really was gorgeous. Then it was my turn. It was an unusual experience, to feel someone else's hand rubbing all over my body, but I was too worried about my parents downstairs to get excited. "Not now," I protested, when Ashley grabbed my cock, and started stroking it. "Really? You're exhausted already?" "It's not that, it's just... I'm not comfortable with my mom and dad home." She seemed disappointed, but accepted it. Good to know she wasn't just a sex crazed maniac. We finished up quickly, Ashley made sure I didn't get any of her hair wet, and got dressed. We made our way downstairs, and I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw Ashley's husband sitting on a kitchen chair, talking animatedly with my dad. "Ah, there they are," he exclaimed, upon spotting me. "I thought I would surprise everyone. I know how important family is on this holiday to you guys. Work can wait." He gave Ashley a quick kiss, and I felt a quite unexpected pang of jealousy hit me. Mom was just pulling the turkey out of the oven, and I helped her carry it to the table, glad to occupy myself with something. The rest of the food was already standing on the table. While we were alone in the dining room, I asked her, "Mom, are you... okay?" "I don't know what you're talking about," she replied brusquely, and brushed past me. I couldn't really blame her for not wanting to discuss what happened. I didn't really want to either. We all sat down, and dad expertly carved up the turkey. Everyone commented on how great the food tasted. All in all, it was pretty mundane compared to the events earlier. Antoine impressed everyone by talking about his private jet, that he'd been using to make a surprise stop here. After everyone had eaten, Ashley brought up the subject of the money. "Listen, we decided to give you guys the money. After all, we're family, and I know how much work Dad put into the shop." "Oh wow, that's... thank you," my dad exclaimed emphatically. "Isn't that great, dear?" he asked Mom. "Yeah. Thank you," she added, but avoided looking directly at her sister. "There's one thing I would like, though." "What's that?" inquired Dad. "I'm inviting Max to stay with us for the entire Christmas break. It's been so many years, and it would be nice to spend some quality time with my favorite nephew." She winked at me, and I felt my cock twitching in my pants. "That's a great idea," agreed my dad. "Isn't it, dear?" "Yeah... I suppose." She sounded listless, but couldn't say anything against it, without giving a good reason. "It's all settled then!" Ashley proclaimed cheerfully. Antoine made his exit again. He told us that he had to fly out again immediately, but to enjoy the rest of the holiday, and he'd be in contact soon to transfer the money. Ashley and I walked him out to his limo, while my parents cleared the table. On the way back inside, I mused, "Must be really nice, to be able to fly around the country on a private jet." I hoped I didn't sound too jealous. "Yeah, it is. But you know what else is nice?" "What?" "You won't have to sleep on the couch tonight."