A Thanksgiving "Appetizer"

It’s Thanksgiving Day.

I usually show up early to help my in-laws set up, and this year it was my turn to cook. I made sure I had everything I needed. My wife was working until 3 p.m. that day.

So around 9 a.m., I headed out to my in-laws’ house. My father-in-law and brother-in-law were at work, so it was just my mother-in-law Maria, my sister-in-law Jess, and me.

When I arrived, the first person I saw was Jess coming down the stairs in really short pajamas and a loose top with a sports bra underneath. I tried not to look, but it was hard—especially after what had happened a few days earlier. Just thinking about it again almost got me hard right away.

She said “hi” with an impish grin as she walked past me. I said hi back and asked where Maria was, following her toward the kitchen.

“She’s upstairs getting some things. She’ll be down in a couple of minutes,” Jess said, leaning back against the kitchen counter as I passed by.

“Thanks for fixing the water heater the other day. It’s been working great,” she added with a smile.

“No problem,” I replied, smiling as I remembered everything that had happened—and how she had been.

I set my things on the counter and said, “Well, I’d better get cooking if you guys want to eat today.”

“I can help you if you need me to,” she offered, biting her lip.

“That would be great. Thank you.”

By then we heard Maria coming down the stairs, singing a Christmas song in Spanish and acting all excited about the holidays.

She said hello, looked over everything I’d brought, and started double-checking it all.

I began prepping while Maria went in and out of the kitchen, decorating the living room, dining room, and parts of the kitchen.

Jess had been helping me the whole time—and teasing me every chance she got.

Everything was going fine until around 1 p.m., when Maria went upstairs to get ready. Suddenly it was just Jess and me.

She’d been teasing me for hours—rubbing against me, bending over in front of me. Almost everything was done; we were just waiting on a few final things.

As soon as she heard the shower running upstairs, she came over, grabbed me, and pushed me against the counter.

“What are you doing? Are you crazy?” I whispered as she pulled my dick out of my pants.

“Getting a snack before dinner,” she said with a wicked smile, licking the tip of my now-hard cock in slow circles with her tongue, then running it up and down my shaft.

I let out a quiet moan and leaned my head back.

She tugged my pants down further and started sucking my balls while stroking my dick all over her face, teasing me with her tongue until she finally wrapped her lips around the head. She sucked hard, then pulled off with a wet pop.

I looked straight into her eyes.

“Do you like that?” she asked with a grin.

“Yes… it feels amazing,” I moaned.

She took me all the way down her throat, squeezing the base of my cock with her hand while she bobbed her head fast, then slow, coating me in her warm, dripping saliva. I could feel it running down my balls.

“Fuck, if you keep going like this you’re gonna make me cum,” I hissed through clenched teeth, one hand on the back of her head guiding her rhythm.

Now she was cupping my balls with one hand and stroking me in perfect sync with her mouth.

I couldn’t hold it any longer.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum—fuck, fuck!” I groaned, holding her head in place as I started to pump.

She squeezed my shaft and sucked every last drop, making my legs shake. She kept slowly stroking me as I went soft, then gave the tip one last kiss before helping me pull my pants back up. She kissed my cheek, flashed me a smile, and headed upstairs to get ready.

I was left standing there to finish dinner.

To be continued…