Thanksgiving Pleasures. [MF] [STEP INCE]

I wasn’t really expecting much different from this year’s Thanksgiving. We would be going to my grandparent’s house a couple of hours away, which was fine by me. My dad’s parents lived in a densely wooded area, and my whole family looked at the property as a retreat from the world. I was definitely looking forward to the trip, at least until my mom gave me the news.

“Your Aunt Sharron is coming this year, and she’s bringing Vicky with her,” she told me. I rolled my eyes. “Oh fun,” I said sarcastically. “So much for a peaceful Thanksgiving.” Mom put her hands on her hips and fixed me with a disappointed look. “She’s not that bad Jacob,” she said. “She’s more than that bad,” I replied.

Vicky was my Aunt Sharron’s stepdaughter. She was about three years younger than me, and she had always been a spoiled brat. It had been several years since we had seen her, and I could only imagine how she would be as an eighteen-year-old. “You two are adults now,” Mom said. “Surely you can both get along.” I shrugged. It wasn’t me she had to worry about.

As we drove to my grandparent’s I thought about the last time I had seen Vicky. It was maybe five years ago and her dad, Ted, had only been married to my aunt about three years at that time. We were all at my grandparent’s house for the 4th of July, and all hell had broken loose when Ted broke the news to Aunt Sharron that they were moving out of state for his job. My family had always been close, and Ted was bothered by it for some reason. It was said by more than one person that he had asked for the transfer just to separate my aunt from the family. It had turned into a huge ordeal, but for me, there was a silver lining. I wouldn’t have to deal with Vicky as much anymore, unfortunately, it ended up causing a rift between my aunt and the rest of the family.

When we pulled up the long driveway to my grandparent’s house, I prepared myself for not only putting up with my step-cousin but a possible continuation of the confrontation from five years previous. We parked and began unloading the car, and in just a minute my grandpa and Aunt Sharron came out on the porch followed by an unfamiliar girl. It took me a second to realize it was Vicky. The last time I saw her, she was short and chubby, and her mousy brown hair was frizzy as usual. Now, she was sporting blonde hair with only the roots revealing its true color, and she had grown quite tall with a slender, athletic build.

As my grandfather and aunt talked to my parents, Vicky approached me. “Hey Jake,” she said with genuine affection. “It’s been a long time.” I looked at her tentatively. “Yeah, it has,” I said studying her with curiosity. “How’ve you been?” She shrugged. “Other than the fact my dad threw a fit about us coming here for Thanksgiving, everything’s just peachy,” she said casually. I wasn’t sure really what to say to that, but before I had a chance she continued. “Yeah, he didn’t want us to come, but Mom and I were dead set on it. So, we left him at home and came anyway. You need some help carrying things inside?” Intrigued by the change five years had made to the girl, I gave her a quick nod and handed her a couple of grocery bags.

After the car was unloaded, and our luggage stowed in our respective rooms, we all gathered in the living room and visited for a while. Thankfully, the tension of past confrontations was easily forgotten, but I couldn’t help thinking about Vicky. She had changed so much. She had grown into an intelligent, but humble person, and she was very pretty. Constantly, I caught myself watching her as she went about helping the other women, or when she made conversation. A few times though, I swore I noticed her watching me also, but I chalked it up to the fact we had not seen each other in so long. I couldn’t begrudge her for being just as curious about how I had changed, as I was about her.

After spending the rest of that day and evening getting things prepared for the next day’s big meal, everyone began going to bed, and eventually, Vicky and I were the only ones left downstairs. We sat on the sofa in awkward silence for a while, playing on our phones. At times, I felt both of us wanted to make conversation, but I don’t think either of us knew where to start.

“Up for a movie?” I asked finally. I thought maybe if we could agree on something to watch, it would stir a conversation. “Sure,” Vicky said curiously. “What do you like?” I thought about it as I scanned through the choices. “Mainly comedy,” I told her. “And some action.” She smiled. “It’s sappy romance for me,” she said. “Unless it’s something with Ryan Gosling. I would watch anything he’s in.” I rolled my eyes at her. “What woman doesn’t like Ryan Gosling?” I said grinning. “I wish I had half the attention that man gets.”

She laughed at that. “What’s so funny?” I asked her curiously. Vicky shrugged. “I just assumed you were already popular with the ladies.” I shook my head. “Not really,” I told her. “I’m kinda nerdy.” She looked at me confused. “That’s crazy,” she said with disbelief. “You’re a nice-looking guy.”

I studied Vicky for a good minute, looking for any sign of jest, but there wasn’t any. “Is that why you’ve been checking me out today?” I asked her teasingly. She blushed. “I wasn’t the only one doing it,” she replied flatly. I felt my own face go red. “I’m was just amazed at how much you’ve changed over the years,” I retorted, avoiding her eyes.

Vicky smiled. “We all have to grow up eventually, Jake,” she said thoughtfully. “I know I was a pain when we were younger,” she continued. “Wasn’t I?”

I shrugged. “Pretty much,” I told her with exaggerated seriousness. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at me with feigned shock. “You didn’t have to agree so quick, ass,” she said haughtily. “I can still be a brat when I need to, mister.” I raised my hands. “Okay, okay,” I said with mock defeat. “I take it back.” Vicky looked at me skeptically. “Good,” she with her own embellished reaction. “You better.” We eyed each other for a long moment, and then both of us busted out laughing.

“In all seriousness, I was a total nightmare,” Vicky said once our laughter died down. “But I’m glad we can laugh about it now.” I smiled at her, thankful the ice was finally broken between us. “Me too,” I told her warmly. “I would take you over the old Vicky any day.” She placed her hand on my knee and squeezed. “Thanks, Jake,” she said smiling. “It wasn’t an easy road for me to get to where I’m at now, and I really am sorry for how I behaved back then.” I placed my hand on top of hers and squeezed it gently. “It’s all in the past,” I told her genuinely. “Now there’re new beginnings to look forward to.”

Vicky and I sat looking at one another for the longest time, and before I knew what was happening, she leaned over and kissed me. It was just a peck on the lips, but it lingered long enough to send me a message of the emotions running through her. She was testing the waters, and I felt the need to give her a reply. I leaned in to give her my own kiss. Vicky’s arms snaked around my neck, and she pulled me down on top of her. Soon we were lost in the moment, and everything else was forgotten. As our tongues performed their sensual dance, I could feel Vicky’s body grow warmer beneath me. My own body responded to the situation with the beginnings of a massive erection, and feeling the growth taking place in my jeans, Vicky broke the kiss.

“I don’t know how far you wanna take this,” she said breathing heavily. “But it’s probably not a good idea to do it in our grandparent’s living room.” I looked down at her, wanting nothing more than for this to continue, but I knew she had a point. “Come on,” I said standing up. “I have an idea.”

My grandpa had gotten into woodworking after he retired, and because he spent so much time in his shop, he’d built himself a sort of man cave in one side of the building. That’s where I took my cousin, and by the time we entered the outbuilding, my balls were aching fiercely. I turned on the lights and led her to the old couch where I had sat so many times watching my grandfather work on his hobbies.

“How’s this?” I asked her anxiously. Vicky grinned. “It’s not the most romantic place in the world,” she said biting her lower lip. “But considering I’m about to have sex with my step-cousin in my grandpa’s woodshop, who needs romance anyway.” She stripped off her shirt and bra then pushed me down on the couch. I pulled my own shirt off as she straddled my lap, and we picked up our make-out session right where we had left off.

As we kissed, Vicky ground into my groin, while my hands settled on her firm, perky breasts. “Mmm,” she moaned as I squeezed them and tweaked the nipples. After a moment, she climbed off me, undid her fly, and then slid her jeans and panties off, revealing a trimmed patch of brown hair sitting atop a pouty-lipped pussy. “Don’t just sit there and gawk at me,” she said putting her hands on her hips. “Strip.” I unfastened my own jeans, lifted up, and then slid them off. Vicky returned to her place on my lap, took my member in her hand, and began stroking it.

“Seeing how we’re not technically blood-related,” she said slowly working my cock. “I’m not going to argue the right or wrong of this situation,” Vicky said to me as she worked my member. “But regardless this is really hot.” I put my arm around her waist and pulled her closer to me, sandwiching my erection between us. “I’m sure it can get much hotter,” I suggested, squeezing her ass. “Oh yeah?” she asked curiously. “Yes,” I grunted. She grinned and raised up. “Well, since you insist,” she whispered in my ear. Guiding my cock between her legs, she aimed my throbbing manhood to her warm entrance and slid down on it.

“Mmmm, just the right fit,” Vicky moaned as her moistness enveloped my length. She placed her hands on my shoulders for leverage and began thrusting her hips back and forth slowly. She hadn’t been lying about the fit, her pussy was tight, and every time she cocked her hips up on the forward thrust, I feared I would cum too soon.

“Damn you feel good inside me, Jacob,” Vicky said as she rode me faster. “How does it feel being fucked by your bratty cousin?” I grabbed her ass and squeezed it hard. “It feels too good for words,” I told her digging my fingers deeper into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. “Good,” she panted. “Because I’m just getting started.

Vicky began rocking her hips faster than what seemed humanly possible, and it was a struggle for me to hold on to any sort of control as her tight pussy ate greedily at my cock with every thrust of her hips. “I’m almost there Jake,” she grunted out. “Hold on a little longer.” She added circular motions to her already insistent strokes, and in short order, I felt her start to convulse. “Yes, fuck, Jacob, I’m cumming,” she moaned as her thrusts slowed to inconsistent, but hungry strokes. I felt my own wave hit me and I tensed my hips up into her, shooting rope after rope of spunk inside of her. “Uuunnnggg,” I groaned as my climax came to an end with one final earth-shattering shudder.

Vicky slacked against me, and I reached around her with exhausted arms, trying to hold her. We sat like that for a few minutes, both of us making the best effort to recover and catch our breaths. “Oh my God,” I said when I finally found my voice. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard in my life.” She kissed me roughly. “Jacob, you better have enough in the tank for another round,” Vicky demanded as she teasingly bobbed up and down on my fading hard-on. The slippery movement of her pussy, combined with my own unquenched desire, brought my cock back to full arousal inside of her. “That’s more like it,” she said licking her lips.

Pulling off of my glistening prick, Vicky stood up. “I’m all yours Jacob,” she said running a hand down her stomach and patting the hairy mound of her sex. “Now come and fuck me like I fucked you.” I pushed myself off the couch and kissed her. “My pleasure,” I said before bending her over the arm of the couch. With my cousin’s sexy ass and pussy laid out before me, I positioned my rejuvenated cock to her wet slit and thrust it in hard. “Oh fuck,” she gasped out. “Just like that, Jake. Give it to me hard.”

I wrapped my hands around her waist and began moving in and out of her with long hard strokes. I had several years’ worth of pent up aggravation with her to purge, and I poured all of it into my work, making Vicky whimper with every powerful thrust. As I continued to pound myself into pussy harder and harder, my cousin’s squeals and moans fueled me on. “Oh God Jacob, fuck me baby,” she panted. “Fuck me harder.” I obliged, putting everything else I had into pushing Vicky to the edge.

“Yes, right there, oh God, yeeesss, Jake, uh, uh, uuuuhhhhh,” she screamed as I felt her cum beneath me. Her convulsing pussy clenched hungrily around my cock, and I felt my own pressure building. “Here it comes Vicky,” I grunted out. With two hard thrusts and my own guttural moan, my dick erupted in her once again, but I continued fucking her despite my shuddering climax.

“Cum for your cousin again, Vicky,” I panted, still railing her. “Do it now.” She pushed her ass into me as I plowed her. “Uuuuunnn,” she moaned in ecstasy as the wave finally took her. “Ooooohhh Jake, yes baby.” Feeling my job was well done, I pulled my wilting penis out of her, enjoying the sight of Vicky’s body writhing with carnal pleasure before finally going still. After a moment she looked back at me. “Now I know how you felt after the first round,” she panted with labored breath. I could only answer her with an exhausted smile.

When we were both firmly back to Earth, we cleaned ourselves up, put the scene of our sex back in order, and quietly went back to the house. “I hope you enjoyed that,” Vicky whispered to me as we stood in the kitchen. “It was unexpected, but no complaints here,” I told her grinning. She smiled and then kissed me. “Just don’t wake up in the morning with regrets, Jake,” she said turning serious. “I like how things are between us now, and I don’t want it to be strained by what we just did.” I reached out and caressed her cheek. “Don’t worry Vicky,” I told her smiling. “Like I said earlier, new beginnings.” We kissed once more, and then she turned and left the room.

We made a good effort the rest of that weekend to stem the tide of taboo lust that lay between us, but it was just too strong. In the end, we took every chance we could to steal a momentary kiss or quick bout of sex. How our family didn’t catch on to what we were doing, I don’t know. One thing was certain though; Vicky and I were addicted to each other in every way, and there was no end to this addiction in sight.

It was torture having to leave her that Sunday, but at least we had taken the time to make a plan. Vicky was graduating in the spring, and in the meantime, she would be applying to my college. Our family thought it was a wonderful idea, and even suggested maybe we could be roommates. Vicky and I couldn’t agree more.

As my dad drove us home later that day, I browsed through some most interesting pictures Vicky had taken for me as a parting gift. I was just about to text her my thoughts on them when my mom turned in her seat to look back at me. “Jacob, are you and Vicky texting already?” she asked curiously. I nodded in reply. “Well, that’s good,” she said, smiling. “I am so glad that you two could put your differences aside like mature adults, and become friends.” I told her I was grateful for it also, but in the back of my mind, I didn’t think anyone in our family would be too glad if they ever found out just how well Vicky and I were “getting along.” But, I pushed the thought out of my mind and turned my attention back to my phone, and the explicit image of my sexy cousin gracing its screen. It was going to be such a long wait, but thinking of the things we would do to each other when the time came, made it so worth it.

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