Thanksgiving dinners were always a shit show around our house when I was growing up...for mom and dad that is. But as for me and my twin brother Rex we rather enjoyed watching mom and dad fight it out with the relatives.
Aunt Abby and uncle Marvin would always show up three days before Thanksgiving. This way Abby could help out our mother in the cooking process and dad and Marvin would drink and argue.
This year however was going to be different since Uncle Marvin passed away. Mom had to practically beg Abby to come for Thanksgiving. She'd been in a full blown widow's depression you might say. That and uncle Marvin had died inside her while they were having sex. That's another thing that's got to do number on a woman.
Mom didn't tell us that part, we overheard daddy talking to our neighbor Bill about that during one of their drinking sessions in the garage.
"You boys are gonna have to be extra nice to your aunt Abby, do you understand?" Mom said giving us her serious face, along with the dreaded index finger.
Rex and I just nodded. We both hated being referred to as boys anymore since we were both eighteen now. But it was our mom.
We hear the Uber pull into the driveway and mom hurries to the window. "She's here!" mom said excitedly and hurried out the front door.
Rex and I watched as they hugged and cried together right there in the drive way.
"Hey Jack, something looks different about Aunt Abby?" he said bumping my arm.
"What are you talking about dude?" The words no more than left my lips before I noticed what he was talking about. Abby normally a small breasted like mom, but not now her tits were huge. We're talking thirty eight double D delicious man! I guess she used some of the money from uncle Marvin's life insurance to get a boob job.
"Damn she's got big hooters!" Rex said raising his fist for a bump.
I bumped his fist, "No fucking shit. And damn look how she's dressed!"
Abby dresses conservatively because of uncle Marvin. He was fifteen years older than Abby so there was that age gap. She would dress in shit that would make June Cleaver proud. But not today she was dressed in a pink halter top and a set of black yoga pants. And I might add that the top has a bit of trouble holding her tits in. She actually looks her proper age of twenty eight years.
"Wow!" Rex said.
Mom motioned for us to come get Abby's suitcases and we about stumble over each other getting out the front door.
Abby smiled and threw open her arms, "Oh my god boys let me get a hug!"
She grabbed me and pulled into her for a long embrace to which I really enjoyed feeling those tits against me. They felt so soft yet firm too. She released me and grabbed Rex and embraced him as well. He smiled warmly at me.
"It's good to see you Abby." I said pulling her in for another embrace and a slight ass grab.
Mom slapped me upside the head, "Get off her Jack, she's tired for goodness sake.
The bat upside the head was worth it, because her ass felt really nice.
"It's okay Beth, you know Marvin taught him to hug me like that."
"Well it's not right and it's something that my brother never should have taught him to do!" mom said.
Abby frowned and she looked hurt by mom saying something negative about Uncle Marvin.
Mom simmered down and she patted Abby's shoulder, "I'm sorry Abby." Then she looked at us, "You boys carry your aunts bags to the guest room." She embraced Abby and they walked into the house leaving Rex and I standing there with half boners.
Rex smiled at me, "I can still feel her tits on me dude."
I laughed at him, "Your a perv."
"Fuck man I wasn't the one grabbing her ass!"
I socked him in the arm, "Shut up!"
We carried the bags inside and walked them down the hall to the guest room. Mom and Abby were in the kitchen splitting a bottle of wine and giggling like two school girls.
Rex had trouble getting his suitcase onto the bed where as I tossed mine up there like a champ. We might be twins but I'm stronger than my brother by a country mile. I lift weights and jog while my brother sits around playing on his computer all day...mostly looking at porn and jerking off. I also attract the girls which he does not.
I sigh and grab his suitcase and toss it onto the bed.
"You wimp!"
"AM NOT!"
I couldn't stop looking at Abby's tits as she parades around the house. I mean whoever her doctor is he deserves a fucking medal.
Dad popped me on the back of the head, "Look Jack just because you turned eighteen doesn't mean you get to stare at your aunt's breasts. If your mom catches you she's gonna thrash you!" he chortles.
Rex started laughing and dad slapped his shoulder, "And that goes for you too young man!"
He rolled his eyes and from behind my dad I shot Rex the bird.
"Fuck you, Jack!" he snapped and he tried to slap me but dad caught his wrist.
Mom and Abby caught the action and they stepped out of the kitchen and into the living room to see what was the matter.
"What's going on guys?" mom asked.
"Never mind honey I got this!" Dad said and he dragged the two of us out the front door and into the garage. We ended up for the next three hours having to carry up the folding tables from the garage and then unpack all the thanksgiving ornaments. And let me tell you what that shit sucked.
That evening we were sitting at the dinner table and aunt Abby sat between Rex and I and let me tell yeah, she was wearing this low cut black tube dress and she had it pulled low. So low that you could see the tops of her plump tits not to mention her nipples were about to poke through the thin fabric. Which mean't she wasn't wearing a bra. Even dad was sneaking glances at her tits...the fucking hypocrite!
Abby was putting away the red port wine and so was mom. When the two sisters get together they drink like fish and giggle like hens.
Rex leaned back and looked at me and winked then reached for the mash potato's which was to Abby's right and in doing so he brushed her breasts with his elbow.
Abby gave him an odd look but said nothing and continued giggling with mom. I couldn't let my brother out do me so I reached for the gravy bowl which was to her left and I let my left arm slide purposely against her soft right breast.
Aunt Abby stopped laughing and she slid her chair back a little bit.
"Do the two of you need to reach for anything else?" mom snapped.
"It's okay Beth I was in their way. That's all." Abby said trying to squelch mom's annoyance. She reached out and placed her arms over each of our shoulders which caused her full rack to stick out even more, "I love you two boy's." she said and with that she stood up. "I'll help with the dishes, Beth. I insist."
"None sense Abby, these two can get the dishes." dad said giving us an annoyed look...he knew what we had done.
"Well I'll help them." Abby said.
Mom chortled, "Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure Beth. Besides my sweet nephews and I haven't really talked since I got here. Right guys?"
I nodded and Rex was about to bounce his head off his shoulders, he was nodding so quickly.
"Well I guess it's just as well because I'm beat." Mom said standing up. Then she took dad's hand. "Help me upstairs honey." she smiles. Rex and I both knew what it meant when mom smiled at dad this way. It meant mom was horny and dad was about to get laid. Which also meant they would not be coming back downstairs tonight.
Abby giggled and shook her head, she knew their antics as well. Then she frowned she was more than likely thinking about Marvin. She sat back down when mom and dad disappeared up the stairs. She looked so melancholy sitting there.
Rex and I looked at each other and then back at her.
"Is everything okay, Abby?" I asked.
She nodded and looked at the both of us, "My goodness how you boys have grown in just a year. And your eighteen now! My goodness where has the time gone?" she shook her head and picked up the bottle of wine and began pouring herself another glass. She didn't get a full glass before the bottle emptied. "Goodness! Does your mother have another bottle of Port, guys?"
