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We were driving to my Aunt Becky's house for Christmas. I graduated in the fall two weeks earlier because I missed too much school from an accident in the spring so this was a double celebration for me.
The car was loaded to the gills with food and presents forcing my sister, Jane, and I to share the back deck of the SUV. I hadn't planned for us to be in the same row, but I had planned to bring some porn to kill time on the long drive.
I carelessly read my porn and kept an insane boner for half the trip constantly shifting in the seat, trying to get comfortable. My sister kept to herself reading a book on her phone. The closer we got, the more I wanted to make a pitstop in Aunt Becky's bathroom and rub one out since I missed my chance at the last truck stop.
We arrived and were consumed by greetings, hugs, carrying food, presents, and ourselves into the house. Then everybody wanted to meet me and say hello and tell me what a strong young man I am. How I'm going to start college and would see my sister on campus.
After I finished round one of familial appreciation, Aunt Becky re-engaged me and told me how proud she was of me for graduating. Aunt Becky wore a Christmas red draped Cami top that showed her cleavage. Something only the matriarch could pull off and say it's modest.
I saw her last year over the holidays. I guessed I was different. It might've been my aunt being the different one because I only wanted to look at her tits. After all, they were keeping my dick hard the seductive way they were pressing into my arm, her hard nipple brushing against my chest when she turned made me not want to leave.
When she did release me, it was to greet her other sister, Aunt Mandy, but she looked at me expectedly as if I should follow her to make a greeting too. My mom was the middle child of the three sisters. Aunt Becky was old school with large matronly breasts and curvy hips. When I thought of 'a real woman' I always pictured her. What I meant by a real woman was someone I would graduate to after college.
Aunt Mandy was the college girl from whom I would graduate. She looked too young to be called an aunt. Her perky breast and sporty figure sparked images of Playboy centerfolds in my head. She was the only blonde sister in the group and was smoking hot.
This is going to suck balls.
Aunt Becky finished her lengthy greeting with her sister. She immediately passed her off to me. She repeated everything Aunt Becky said--how I'd grown, how proud she was about my graduation with a crucial difference. Aunt Mandy was a sexual harassment disaster in progress. Not only was she hugging me like I had been lost at sea, but kept crushing her firm body into mine from every possible angle.
My dick which had been fully erected for some time was in the most comfortable position straight up flat against my belly. She pressed herself into me in so many different ways and I started wondering if I could use her antics to frottage myself to orgasm.
I have an undershirt I can probably hide it.
I couldn't do that because Aunt Mandy was relatively petite compared to me and images of a 95-pound handjob came to mind. Not that I cared, but everyone would see me using my aunt like tight-fitting sofa cushions. I finally broke away from the greeting crowd and headed to the bathroom, which was occupied.
Oh, fuck me.
Feeling incredibly frustrated I looked around for someone to blame and not seeing my sister, figured it was her in the bathroom. When I returned to the main room we were getting ready for dinner blessing. Everyone was standing in the kitchen and area adjacent. Grandpa said grace.
