Once the pudding was served, chit-chat resumed. Holly and Tom couldn’t prevent themselves glancing and smiling at each other, hot with the knowledge that while they were eating Christmas pudding with their family, his glans was slick with aftercum, while her body was stained with his sticky residue.
After they’d finished, Holly offered to help clear the table.
‘You and Tom looked thick as thieves in there,’ Julie said when they were in the kitchen.
‘Did we?’ she said, feigning surprise.
‘You know it’s great to see that you’re still so close after all these years. I know Olivia’s been a bit aloof since becoming a teenager, but Tom still really idolizes you.’
Holly felt her face heat up. She endeavoured not to look at her sister in case she was as red as she felt. ‘Must be all those hours I put in playing the cool auntie,’ she joked.
‘I think it’s more than that,’ Julie said. ‘His face lights up whenever he sees you. You made a real impression on him.’
‘Aw that’s sweet of you to say. I’m fond of him, too. He’s a lovely boy.’
‘I agree, although I am biased,’ Julie said with a smile. ‘Anyway, I’ll get the rest of the plates.’
Holly breathed a faint sigh of relief at having escaped the conversation unscathed. As Julie left the kitchen, Tom entered carrying the empty Christmas pudding plate. Holly, bending down to load the dishwasher, didn’t notice. After a few seconds of admiring her sumptuous behind, Tom deposited the plate on the counter and, with a glance back to make sure the coast was clear, wrapped his arms around his aunt‘s waist.
‘Oh,’ she gasped, dropping a spoon to the bottom of the dishwasher.
‘You can’t tease me like that, Aunt Holly.’
She spun around to look at the door, pushing him away. ‘Don’t do that,’ she admonished, ‘anyone could’ve walked in.’
Tom smiled. ‘Hot, right?’
‘No,’ she said, although the tingle in her pussy indicated otherwise. ‘Do you know what could happen if anyone found out what we did? It’s a crime, Tom.’
Tom looked over his shoulder at the door; there was still no one to be seen. He walked towards her, pushing her back against the counter. ‘The only crime here is you giving me a view like that and expecting me not to do anything.’
She took a deep breath, finding herself weak at the knees in his presence. ‘Tom, I—’ She glanced down. ‘Are you hard again?’ she whispered.
He took her hand and guided it to his crotch. ‘For you, Aunt Holly.’
She knew she ought to pull away, but an unseen force kept her hand in place. As she shifted her fingers along his length, she heard steps from the hallway.
They pulled away from each other just before Julie walked in. ‘That’s the last of the plates,’ she said, ‘I’ll finish loading the dishwasher, you two go to the living room and relax.’
Not needing to be asked twice, they retired to the living room with the rest of the family. They managed to quell their incestuous desire for the Queen’s speech, then focussed their attention on the Christmas TV and games that carried on into the late hours.
Grandad falling asleep in his chair was the cue for the end of the evening, and after Bill drove his parents home, everyone bid each other goodnight and turned in.