Literotic asexstories – Cool Cat Ch. 01 by IABH,IABH
Once I reached my thirties, it seemed I only ever saw my family at weddings and funerals. Not my immediate family, mind you. My mother would never allow me to miss birthdays, Thanksgiving, or Christmas, so I saw my sisters and parents regularly. Cousins, Aunts, and Uncles were rarer by then.
Why would I be nervous walking into a room full of family and friends that loved me? It started twelve years ago, when I was eighteen.
*****
The first Thanksgiving after my eighteenth birthday had set up to be just as boring as the previous few years’ snooze fests.
I set up all of the chairs and tables around the house where my mother expected. I knew the drill by then. She didn’t have to tell me, nor did I have to ask. All she did was wake me up, shove a homemade breakfast sandwich down my throat, and hand me a glass of orange juice with which to wash it down. My chores for the day were set in stone long before when I was just a wee child, barely able to lift the folding chairs and card tables I was tasked to set up.
Dad watched the football pregame show as I toiled, smirking as he allowed me to pause to watch for a moment as I passed through the room. “On your next pass, bring me a beer, would ya, Champ?” He’d say.
“No problem, Pop,” I’d answer.
I took a sip of every beer I brought him. He never said if he noticed. That year, however, I had become a man. I turned eighteen and was ready to take on the world. So, I chugged a Miller Lite before I brought him his first beer of the holiday. I didn’t puke it up, but it was close.
“Got to get a buzz before your grandmother shows up, Son,” he’d say. “She can’t kill my buzz if I don’t have one,” he’d laugh.
My maternal grandmother was a PITA for sure. She didn’t like my dad and it was obvious to all. We had a large house, so Dad must’ve made good money. He gave her three grandkids, so he lived up to his end of the bargain there. Who knew what put the stick up the old bird’s tight ass? The fact was, she went out of her way to treat him like shit every time she saw him.
He took it well enough. He never pushed back to her face, but he’d do little things to annoy her.
For example, one year, it snowed heavily, and Grandma bragged about her expensive new boots. When she and Grandpa made to leave, she found her lovely new leather boots under a pile of all the kids’ wet snow boots. It was a little thing, but it sure made me laugh when he and I put all of my little cousins’ boots on top of them. His wink and fist bump as we walked back into the living room made me smile.
My favorite thing he did to annoy her was to mess with her drinks. She wanted a specific type of expensive wine. Mom made a big deal out of ensuring we had a case of it in the basement at all times.
One year, I watched as Dad opened a bottle of the expensive fermented grape juice and poured it into my mom’s expensive wine decanter. He then put a funnel in the empty bottle and poured in a different bottle of wine. He laughed like a little kid as he pushed the cork as deep as he could into the bottle, then poured a big glass of Grandma’s expensive wine, winked, and chugged it down.
“Ah!” he sighed. “It really is a fantastic wine.”
He fist-bumped me and we walked upstairs. He waited as Grandma took her first sip and smiled as she winced at the taste.
“May I see the bottle, Jack?” she asked him.
“Of course, Joan,” he said as he presented it to her as if he were a sommelier in a fancy restaurant. “I knew the 2001 was your favorite vintage, so I bought a case just for you.”
Mom added, “It took him a month to find it, Mother. I had him drive to the shop in Madison to pick it up. I didn’t want anything to happen to it during shipping.”
Madison was three hours away. I went on that road trip, and we detoured and stopped at The Brat House before going home. Dad said he didn’t want to waste the trip, and The Brat House was one of his favorites.
Dad put on a wide fake smile and said to Grandma, “Anything for the best mother-in-law a guy could have.”
Grandpa rolled his eyes and said, “Grab me a Miller, Kiddo.” I rushed off to get his beer and hoped Dad would tell me the whole story one day.
“A whole case?” Grandma moaned before taking another sip. “Lovely.”
My mother smiled and patted my dad on the back as if he were a good dog. Dad winked at me every time he topped off her glass for the next couple of years.
*****
My mom’s sister Kelly was the first to arrive on the Thanksgiving in question. Kelly was the oldest of Mom’s two sisters. She married a lawyer and had three daughters. They live in a house as big as my parents’ and drive new luxury cars.
Melinda her oldest daughter was dangerous. Not in the way that she would hurt someone physically, no, she was a walking dick hardener.
She had the prettiest face I’d ever seen. Her long legs tapered perfectly up into a tight heart-shaped ass that made my mouth water. If she had a flaw, it was that her breasts were only large, not huge. I know, it’s not really much of a negative, but I had to find something to bring her down a peg. She was the star of almost every wet dream I ever had.
“Hello, Jimmy,” Aunt Kelly said as she handed me her coat.
“Hi, Aunt Kelly,” I answered, accepting her kiss on my cheek. I kept my pelvis back from hers as we hugged so she didn’t feel the hard-on her tight sweater dress gave me.
Kelly was an older version of Melinda; except she had the large breasts that kept Melinda from being perfect.
“Hey, Kiddo,” Kelly’s husband Carl grunted as he walked past without a handshake and tossed his leather jacket into my arms. It was typical of him. He was a pompous ass, and none of us nieces and nephews liked him. He’d spend the day in my dad’s den drinking whisky and ignoring everyone else in the house until dinner and after dinner when they played cards. My grandma thought the Sun shined out of his ass though. I never understood it.
After Carl, in came Melinda.
“Hi, Jimbo,” she teased as she handed me her coat. I couldn’t help but check her out, she looked amazing.
She wore a knee length green dress with white tights. Her calves and ankles made my mouth water.
She must’ve caught me staring as she smirked when she said, “Hold my bag please?” I did and she took out a pair of slippers to replace the knee boots she wore to our house. “Thanks, Jimbo.”
My two younger cousins each blushed and giggled as they kissed my cheek and took their slippers out of the same bag.
I took their coats to my parents’ bedroom and threw them onto the bed without a care. I was shocked when I walked into the hall and saw Melinda sitting on the bed in my room.
“Can I help you find something?” I asked.
“No,” she said coquettishly. She looked at my crotch and continued, “I know where to find what I’m looking for.”
I looked into the empty hallway behind me and shut the door. I wasn’t stupid, and if my hot cousin wanted to play some kind of game with me, I would take advantage of the situation.
“What do you want?” I asked trying to act cool.
“I’ve seen you checking me out, Jimbo.” Before I could deny it, she continued, “I think you and I can have a little fun, hm?”
She stood and walked up to me slowly, never breaking eye contact. Before I knew it, she grabbed my dick through my jeans.
“Whoa!” I said, as I jumped back. I couldn’t believe she did it.
“What do you say, Big Guy? Do you want to have a little fun with me?”
I stuttered and couldn’t find the words to agree. She laughed.
“I guess you’re not as…”
I cut her off when I pulled her into me and kissed her. Her eyes widened in shock when I squeezed her ass and pulled her into my erection. Her surprise was momentary as she closed her eyes and accepted my tongue into her mouth.
I broke the kiss and said, “We can’t have any fun now when people are arriving. After dinner, when all the adults are playing cards and having dessert, meet me in the basement.
She looked at me with glazed over eyes and nodded. I smiled and said, “Yeah, we’re going to have a lot of fun.”
*****
After dinner, I made sure the coast was clear and headed to the empty basement. The kids were building snowmen, the adults were playing cards, and I spent the afternoon trying to hide my hard-on.
Melinda gave me shy smiles and naughty winks all day.
The basement was split into several rooms. I stood behind the bar of the main room and poured glasses of my Grandmother’s wine for Melinda and myself. I didn’t know if she’d want one, but I suspected she would.
A moment later, someone opened the door and turned the light off. The door closed and I heard light footsteps walking down the stairs above me.
I felt my way around the bar and groaned when my pinky toe found a barstool in the dark.
I heard and saw nothing as a pair of hands found my chest in the dark. I was surprised as the hands trailed down to unbutton my jeans and lower my zipper. My shock was complete when my jeans and boxers fell, and a mouth engulfed my hard-as-a-rock cock.
“Mm,” I moaned as Melinda gave me an amazing blow job. She wasn’t my first, as I’d lost my virginity and had blowjobs before, but it was the best by far.
Wanting to be quiet, I held back most of my moans and groans and kept my mouth shut. I wasn’t going to do anything to fuck up the greatest moment of my life; I could only imagine what my prude mother would do to me if we were caught.
As her tongue swirled around my mushroom head, she stroked me quickly. She had doubled her efforts and I assumed it was to finish me quickly and not get us caught. I was close, so I whispered, “I’m about to…” she put her finger on my mouth to quiet me and soldiered on.
I shut up and moments later, released a large load of ropes into her hungry mouth. I felt her stand after I finished, and I slid my hand along the bar to find the wine glasses to offer her one.
I put her hand on the stem of the glass and she accepted it. As soon as she set the empty glass down, I heard her walk up the stairs where she turned the light back on.
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