Chapter 3: Teasing and Flirting

Thanksgiving was upon us. Was it George Carlin who said something like, “Marry an orphan, then you won’t have to worry about boring family traditions.” Not that all my family traditions were boring - far from it, but some were and Thanksgiving was right at the top followed close behind by Christmas day. When I was younger and we kids could run off and play games it was so much easier. Now as an “adult” I was expected to socialize and help with the preparations, not nearly as much fun. Who could blame me for looking for new “games” to play?

If there is one thing I wish about my family, it would be that everyone would be involved in incest, or at least be like my mom’s mother and accept it, even if they don’t want to participate. It’s not like I have any burning desire for a “Thanksgiving Orgy”, THAT would be just weird, but it would certainly make the day go by faster if people could go off and take care of their mutual needs as they saw fit. No, instead It was more a mixture of different beliefs and culture. Since both my dad’s brothers had fucked me, and Uncle Jim had also fucked his younger daughter, THEY were not the issue. Heck, I could tell from the moment they both walked into my dad’s house and took one look at me what THEY were thinking about! Hint - it wasn’t about the turkey and dressing.

Actually it was my aunts who were the real issue. Aunt Shari was a religious zealot and insanely obsessed with sex - or rather NOT having sex. Sometimes I wonder how she even got pregnant. I have this nightmarish image of her lying on her back, almost rigid in bed, spreading her fat legs and telling my uncle to “just do it and get it over with” so she could have her children with least amount of sex. It goes without saying that she hated me for being a slut, and hated my mother as well for letting me be one, especially around her husband and teenage son. She was always nagging my mother about how I dressed and behaved around her family. My mother, bless her heart, did her best to ignore her sister-in-law but I know at times she had all she could do to not just reach out and slap my aunt across her pudgy face.

My Aunt Julie has never been quite so outspoken as Aunt Shari, but it was obvious from the looks she gave me and those cute little sarcastic remarks she liked to throw out now and then that she wasn’t enthused about me social life either. I doubt she would have been any happier if she knew her husband had been fucking my mom for years, and now me twice this past summer.

Except for my youngest cousin Tammy and her brother Rick, the rest of my direct cousins were all girls. Kate, Tammy’s older sister was a little shrew just like her mother. My other cousins were fun - they could throw a mean bachelorette party, but really no different than most of my friends. While I had no doubt they enjoyed sex, I had a strong suspicion that they wouldn’t exactly approve of incest, especially between their dad and slutty cousin.

Hopefully that sheds some light as to why I say our family get-togethers like today’s tend to be quite boring. Sure I liked to flirt with my uncles a little, just enough to piss off my aunts, but there always this line neither they or I would cross. It was one thing to have my Aunt Shari THINK of me as a slut and suspect I was having more sex than a girl my age should; but quite another to ever let her get even an inkling that two of the guys I was having sex with were her own son and husband!

In the spirit of the holidays - not to mention the seasonal cold outside, I was wearing tight jeans and a long sweater top - the type that comes down over your ass and about half-way to your knees. It fit me like a glove and I just loved the way it make me look lean and slender while emphasizing my bust line. It was thick enough that it wasn’t blatantly apparent that I wasn’t wearing a bra, but tight enough so that when I moved it became instantly obvious. I loved the way it felt moving across my exposed nipples. It was like they were constantly hard, even though the material made it difficult to really notice.

As each of the families arrived, I notice I got looks from BOTH the men AND the women. Of course the men’s eyes never seemed to get higher than my chest while the women would look me over like I was some freak and then turn away, the disapproval obvious on the expressions - as I am sure they wanted me to notice.

It was my chore to take everyone’s coats to the master bedroom and by the time I would be back, they were already spreading out around the house. It was telling that in both cases, my uncles were the last to linger in the hallway. For my part, I did the same with each of them, smoothing out my sweater top and asking them if they liked how it looked on me. It was so funny in that both of them reacted exactly the same way - a silent head bob and eyes fixated on my boobs. Then I teased them, checking to see nobody was close enough to hear and then whispering in a low, conspiratorial tone, “Well, maybe later you can see it off of me as well.”

It was like you could almost hear the “BOING!” as both of them grew the cutest bulges in their pants. I almost laughed as they quickly took a seat in the living room, crossing their legs to hide their blatant state of arousal. I’d love to have seen them explaining their way out of THAT should their respective wives ever notice.

Not long after the others had arrived, Kristi showed up and made her grand entrance. Even though she was technically from my mom’s side of the family, with her mom now living with my dad (much to the disapproval of Aunt Shari and Aunt Julie I was sure), it seemed insensitive not to invite her over as well. Well, if you thought my aunts thought I was a slut, you should have seen their faces when Kristi showed up in her typical “understated” outfit - skin tight white pants with a turquoise tank top and pink blouse over it with the buttons all undone. The tank top came well down, exposing a LOT of cleavage, and it was so tight her nipples clearly poked through. The pants were so tight you could tell she wasn’t wearing a thing under them - not to mention a perfect camel-toe in front as well. I almost laughed as once again Kristi proved she wasn’t afraid to follow her own philosophy about life - “if you got it, flaunt it”.