Every year, it was the same: Tommy and his parents arrived too late for appetizers, were squeezed at the end of their respective tables, and had to celebrate Thanksgiving with old Aunt Dorothy’s foul breath in their faces. \u00a0He hated this time of year and most of all he hated his extended family.<\/p>\n
Except for his cousin Louisa.<\/p>\n
They were roughly the same age, both just sixteen, though Louisa boasted a few months on Tommy, and he had always thought she was the most beautiful creature in existence. \u00a0Even after he found himself a working internet connection and entered the wide world of porn, he was never able to find a fantasy that came close to his dear Louisa.<\/p>\n
And every year, it was the same: Tommy was shoved into a hard folding chair at the end of the kids’ table, far away from Louisa’s place at the head, where she sat every year because her family arrived precisely an hour early for the festivities. \u00a0But this year, fate had declared (thanks to a punctured tire and the resulting delay) that things would be different.<\/p>\n
Louisa gave him a brilliant smile as he came in, stopping him in the doorway so that his parents bumped into him. \u00a0Muttering, they pushed past and he finally found his will to move, shuffling to the impossibly empty seat beside his cousin. \u00a0"Hey,“ he managed.<\/p>\n
"Hi, Tom,” she said. \u00a0His heart twisted. \u00a0No one called him anything but his juvenile nickname, if anything. \u00a0Here she was, new curves gently outlined in her silky dress, treating him like an adult. \u00a0He shifted so the excitement tugging at his slacks would not show.<\/p>\n
He sat down and scooted under the table. \u00a0Almost immediately he felt a soft pressure between his legs. \u00a0His eyes bulged but he managed to maintain his composure.<\/p>\n
Louisa leaned forward, following her hand. \u00a0"You’re the only one who notices me,“ she said very softly, her breath making Tommy’s neck tingle. \u00a0"I wanted to show you my appreciation.”<\/p>\n
Her hand kept working, finding the right angle to make him hard almost instantly. \u00a0He tried to hold in his breath so he would not moan, his gaze frantically calculating whether any of the dour adults several yards away had noticed his sudden fluster. \u00a0He leaned forward too, because that was how it went in his fantasies.<\/p>\n
“If you – ” \u00a0Grunt. \u00a0" – want to go watch – “ \u00a0Huff. \u00a0” – a movie we could make this – “ \u00a0Choke. \u00a0” – more adult.“<\/p>\n
"No more kids’ table,” Louisa said with a bright smile. \u00a0Her fingers lingered, squeezed affectionately, then withdrew. \u00a0"All right. \u00a0You go first. \u00a0I’ll follow in a few minutes.“<\/p>\n
His heart pounding in his ears, Tommy scooted his chair back and hobbled to the stairs. \u00a0Down on the ground floor, there was no activity; everyone was upstairs waiting to eat. \u00a0He waited. \u00a0Wondered if she had set him up.<\/p>\n
Then, she was there, her delightful scent floating along before her. \u00a0She turned the corner and flipped her hair until it was wild. \u00a0"Ready?” she said, beaming at him.<\/p>\n
He managed to stop himself from coming in his pants as she glided towards him.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Every year, it was the same: Tommy and his parents arrived too late for appetizers, were squeezed at the end of their respective tables, and had to celebrate Thanksgiving with old Aunt Dorothy’s foul breath in their faces. \u00a0He hated this time of year and most of all he hated his extended family. Except for … <\/p>\n