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A Thanksgiving to Remember
by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)

***

The attic was one large room with two dangling light 
bulbs and a small window above at the back. It was 
very neat and clean, also carpeted but the walls were 
bare, undone. There was an old-fashioned bed at the 
end of the attic along with neatly stacked boxes and 
old chests. It was the perfect place to get away from 
the family on Thanksgiving day and be alone with my 
cousin Tara. (mf, youths, inc, 1st)

***

Author's Note: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. THE AUTHOR 
DOES NOT CONDONE ANY SEXUAL ACTIVITY INVOLVING PERSONS 
UNDER 16 YEARS OF AGE.

***

I sighed. I just knew this would be the last 
Thanksgiving we'd all have at grandmas. Hey, I may be 
just a kid but I'm intuitive about some things. I'm 
twelve in fact.

Since I can remember, every Thanksgiving and Christmas 
all of us would go to grandma's house - all my uncles, 
aunts, cousins, they was the only time we all got 
together.

Grandma lived in the country. Beyond her large house 
lay acres of land, a large deal of it open, but the 
woods beyond were her property, too, her and my uncle 
Jake's, up to the low stone wall that marked the next 
property [at the property line it was a maze of huge 
hedges that I'd played in many times, while on the 
watch for whomever owned all that land]. At Christmas 
and sometimes Thanksgiving it'd snow and it would look 
so awesome behind grandma's house, acres of snow-
covered land.

Not that grandma's dog Duke liked it - Duke was a 
Collie I'd been told - he didn't get to come in when 
it was cold and snowy.

I grew up coming here, dad and mom bought sis and me 
up about once a month to visit grandma and uncle Jake 
- along with whichever unmarried uncle was staying at 
the time, I had a lot of uncles. I was going to miss 
it...

I couldn't ditch the cloud of gloom and doom over my 
head. I just KNEW this was our last Thanksgiving at 
grandmas.

You see, uncle Jake had been unmarried a long time. He 
was old, like over forty-five. But then he met Retina. 
Retina looked about twenty-five and was very pretty, 
not as pretty as my favorite cousin Tara. I could tell 
Retina wasn't a country girl. I'm intuitive that way.

Uncle Jake got engaged to her in August. That means 
they were getting married. I knew once he got married 
Retina would make him move to the city. When uncle 
Jake moved, grandma would have to sell the house and 
move into the old folks home like Abraham Simpson 
lives in on The Simpsons.

All of that made me sad...

But I didn't want to be sad! Thanksgiving is a happy 
time. A time for family and fun. I loved seeing all my 
uncles and aunts and cousins. Especially Tara.

But still...

There were still a lot of problems because of 
Hurricane Sandy, so we now had the whole week off from 
school for Thanksgiving.

Not dad and mom. They had to work. Grandma suggested 
they drop my sis and me off on Sunday to spend with 
her. My parents liked that idea. So did I. My cousin 
Tara was going to come early, too, with my younger 
cousin Holly who was my sister's age. Tara was two 
years older than me. Tara's big sister CJ was 
seventeen and didn't want to come, so it was just 
Tara, Holly, sis and me. They shared a room on the 
main floor while I slept in the spare bedroom on the 
garage level.

I find grandma's house interesting; when walk in the 
front door there are two staircases. One goes down to 
the garage level, the garage is to the left, behind 
the wall directly in front of you is the furnace and 
laundry room.

It's very loud in there. To the right is the living 
room. It's huge! Stone walls, a big fireplace, thick, 
dark wall-to-wall carpet, kind of a 'man cave'. The 
spare bedroom is to the right of that.

The other staircase goes up to the main floor and the 
huge main room. No TV up here, just two sofas. The 
door right at the top of the stairs leads to the 
kitchen, to the right the dining room. We kids get the 
kitchen while the grown-ups eat in the dining room, 
both small rooms.

At the top of the staircase to the left was a long 
hallway. Large bathroom first door on the right, the 
bedroom Tara, Holly and sis would use a bit up on the 
left followed by uncle Jake's bedroom. Grandma's 
bedroom was at the end of the hall on the right, the 
only one with a bathroom of its own, next to her 
bedroom was the dark staircase up to the attic...

Grandma had a big deck off of the kitchen and uncle 
Jake had added on to it last year with a Gazebo down a 
short flight of deck steps. It's pretty cool!

So I'm spending Thanksgiving at my grandma's house 
[hiding my feelings of gloom and doom to myself, I 
hadn't told anyone] with my favorite cousin Tara, my 
cousin Holly, and my sis of course. We didn't see 
uncle Jake much Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday since he 
had to work and saw Retina every night. In fact 
Wednesday night he spent the night at her house and 
didn't come home until Thanksgiving afternoon.

Holly hung out with sis, playing old board games, 
watching cartoons or playing outside.

Tara said she was 'too grown up for all that' and hung 
out with me. I contained my excitement at the 
prospect. I had always had such a crush on Tara 
forever...

I got to know my cousin pretty well and she me. We 
liked a lot of the same Rock music and TV shows. Tara 
was so cool!

Oh, I haven't described my cousin yet. Well, like I 
said already she's fourteen, she has long wavy black 
hair, brown eyes, small lips. She was taller than me 
and always wore expensive-looking clothes, turtlenecks 
under sweaters and skirts, all loose-fitting.

She had a face like an angel... Well, she looked like 
that actress on that old TV show Touched By An Angel 
who played an angel. Mom has all the DVDs of that show 
and watches it all the time.

I had an erection whenever Tara and I were alone. I 
touched it whenever she wasn't looking, sending a 
shiver through my body.

On Thursday morning Holly and sis slept late. Tara 
giggled that they'd stayed up all night. Grandma was 
working hard on Thanksgiving dinner and told all of us 
the night before to stay out of the kitchen.

Tara whispered "Let's go in the attic."

My eyes lit up. We had never gone up into the attic 
before. Ever. That and the idea of truly being alone 
with Tara excited me.

I grinned and nodded, then followed Tara to the dark 
staircase at the end of the hall. We started up the 
spiraling staircase, Tara taking my hand part of the 
way up. That shiver went through my body again.

At the top was a door. Tara opened it slightly, 
looking for the light switch.

Once the light came on Tara pulled me in and quietly 
shut the door behind us, grinning conspiratorially.

The attic was one large room with two dangling light 
bulbs and a small window above at the back part of the 
roof. It was very neat and clean, also carpeted but 
the walls were bare, undone.

There was an old-fashioned bed at the end of the attic 
along with neatly stacked boxes and old chests.

"Let's look in the chests first," Tara whispered, 
placing her hand lightly on my chest. My cock 
throbbed. I suddenly wished I'd masturbated that 
morning before I got up...

Before I could respond Tara bent down and opened a 
chest. I shrugged and opened a chest opposite of her. 
Tara backed up and our butts bumped briefly.

She giggled, backing off. "Sorry."

I wasn't complaining.

"Oh, wow, look at all these old style clothes!" Tara 
continued to whisper.

"Here, too." I replied. I think I found my uncles' 
childhood clothes. Some of them at least.

"Costumes, too. I bet they were grandmas!" She said 
excitedly.

"Here, too."

"Look at this!" Tara hissed excitedly.

I turned to see what she found. My cousin was holding 
up some kind of buckskin, like a Native American girl 
would wear, and grinning. I think it was like what 
Pocahontas wore in that Disney cartoon my sister used 
to watch all the time when she was little.

"Cool!" I said.

I went back to carefully digging through the chest I'd 
opened.

"I learned in school about the Pilgrims when they came 
to Plymouth Rock. They met the Native Americans and 
together they had the first Thanksgiving."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Well then look what I found!" I grinned. I turned and 
showed her.

"Wow!" She gushed quietly. "A Pilgrim costume!"

I just nodded.

"You know what we should do?" Tara asked. Without 
waiting for any reply she went on "Since it is 
Thanksgiving we should put these costumes on and 
pretend I'm a Native American girl and you're a 
Pilgrim!"

"Okay!"

"I'm going to go change by the bed," Tara said. "And 
don't you peek!"

"You neither!" I retorted. We both giggled.

I turned away from my cousin and began to undress. 
When I got to my white briefs, I debated taking them 
off, too. I figured Pilgrims had no underwear, might 
as well keep it realistic.

Hoping Tara wasn't peeking, I took a deep breath and 
dropped my briefs. I quickly pulled on the pants of 
the Pilgrim costume. The material was thing and the 
pants tight, I'd hoped Tara wouldn't notice my 
erection...

I pulled on the jacket of the costume and buttoned it 
up. It fit better but barely touched the top of the 
pants.

I waited for Tara. Finally she said "You can turn 
around."

I did.

"How do I look?" She asked.

My eyes went wide. "Wow!"

Tara giggled. "What?"

Blushing, I pointed at the hem of her Native American 
costume. It did little to conceal her black pubic 
hair...

"Oops!" She giggled, blushing. "Too late now. Just 
don't tell anyone..."

The costume was tight up top, and I could tell my 
cousin had large tits. I let out a soft moan. Tara 
heard and looked back at me.

At that moment, my cock throbbed violently and seemed 
to grow bigger. It pushed out against the pants and 
pushed them down a few inches, exposing the part of my 
cock.

"Oh, wow!" Tara gushed wide-eyed. I saw where she was 
looking and my eyes slid down my body. That was when I 
saw what happened.

My face grew hot. "S-sorry..."

My cousin smiled. "Don't be. I'm flattered you find me 
attractive."

"I always have," I blurted.

Her smile grew wider. "Come here," She said, beckoning 
me with her index finger.

I timidly moved toward Tara. She kissed me, rubbing my 
cock through the pants at the same time. Soon as 
kissed her back, never having kissed a girl before. 
Tara unbuttoned the pants and unzipped them. My cock 
was now in her hand. I moaned. She began to stroke my 
cock slowly.

My cousin took my hand and placed it between her legs, 
right on her pussy. She rubbed my hand along it and I 
felt it grow wet. I swallowed hard. Tara let go but I 
kept rubbing it. She moaned in my mouth.

She finally pulled back, but let me continue to rub 
her pussy.

Tara smiled. "That feels so nice... Want to know a 
secret? I lost my virginity when I was about your age. 
But I haven't had a chance to be alone with someone to 
do it again. Will you have sex with me even though I'm 
your cousin?"

At that moment I didn't trust myself to speak. So I 
just nodded vigorously.

Tara smiled and helped me out of the costume's jacket. 
Then she pushed down the pants and I stepped out of 
them.

Finally Tara pulled the Native American costume over 
her head. I gawked at my cousin's body, her large 
tits. She noticed and smiled. "You really like my 
body, don't you?"

I swallowed hard and nodded.

Tara pulled me down on the bed on top of her. She 
opened her legs and took hold of my virgin cock, 
guiding it into her.

I closed my eyes and groaned. It was several 
sensations rolled into one. First I felt the heat 
envelop me. Then the wetness. As she pulled me in 
further I groaned at the tightness.

"Now slide it in and out of me," Tara guided. 
"Slowly."

I did as she said. In and out. In and out. Slow. I got 
excited and slid out of her. She just smiled and 
guided it back in. I was careful not to let it slide 
out again.

As I grew used to the movement I noticed Tara 
breathing heavy. Then she said "Go faster now."

I did. My cousin clung to me and moaned loudly. Her 
eyes closed and she gritted her teeth. Her body pushed 
up against mine and she screamed but was able to 
muffle it. I knew I'd made her orgasm. It made me feel 
good.

Tara hadn't told me to stop so I kept pumping in and 
out of her. She was able to cum twice more before I 
spewed my semen into her.

We laid there for a long time, not saying a word, just 
catching our breaths. My cock never softened.

She noticed. About five minutes later Tara said "Do it 
again." I was more than happy to.

I lasted about twenty-five minutes or so the second 
time. I softened a little but was hard again in under 
ten minutes.

Tara grinned. "Wanna do it again?"

I didn't bother to reply, I just went at it.

Afterward it hit me that my gloom and doom had not 
been on my mind all morning.

I smiled.

I now realized no matter what happened I'd have a 
memory of being at grandma's house I'd always cherish. 
This would be a Thanksgiving to remember...

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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