Less than Lovers, More than Friends

Hard On

It's unbelievable how easy it is to have crazy hot sex right under my family's nose. I mean, I am obviously having sex nonstop like a rabbit in their basement, and it goes unnoticed. I think that adds to the fun. Knowing that we could get caught turns me on like nothing else. It's like I am supercharged. I can cum without a moment's notice if he asks me to.

Christmas dinner has always been fun. And when I say fun, I actually mean hell. True to life hell. I hate the holiday. Not what it means, but I hate the commercialization of it all. I hate how it makes people insane. People do get insane. Apparently the suicide rate goes up too. I think it is some kind of pandemic. People get violent. They get greedy. And then they feel so guilty about it, that they kill themselves.

Anyhow, back to Christmas dinner. I hate it. I don't have to dress up. That is what my grandmother says. When I was younger, I always did. Not a dress, I do not like dresses. I would put on a nice pair of pants and a top. This Christmas, I am wondering if I should dress up. Then I realize that we go to my aunt's the next day, and there it is mandatory. So that means no dressing up for me.

You have to realize that my family is uptight casual. That is what I call them. Even when they are casual, they are not. There are words you don't say. There are topics that are taboo. I am used to side stepping issues, and pretending that things that are bad in the world don't exist.

"So, Derek... Don't you feel horrible that you aren't with your family today?" My grandmother asks as she passes food around the table. we've already done the force prayer.

"My mom needed to see her sister. I can understand that." Derek agreed with a nod as he accepted a basket of rolls. "She hadn't seen her in yeas."

"Well, that is nice." My grandmother agrees with a smile as she shovels food onto her plate. As I look around the table, the amount of food on the table is a slap in the face. There are starving people and by the end of the dinner, we will throw out enough food to feed a nation.

Eating is hard. You were never realize how hard it is until you are in a position that makes it not so easy. I am trying. I try to eat the mashed potatoes. I'm not really a fan of that starch that grows under the earth. I mean look at it. You have to scrub it to get the dirt off. No thank you. Anyway, dinner is hard when all you can do is look next to me into blue eyes. But the thing is, I don't give a shit about his eyes. It's that tool. It's the big cock that is in his pants. For a cock that big, it has to be confining. I think it's either forced into a ball, or laying down his leg. He is inches away. We are crammed into the table lie sardines. So close. Okay, so now do you see, just how difficult it is to eat.

So now, my grandma is talking about aunt Betty. Yeah, I love aunt Betty, but do you know what I love more? Cock. I am moaning in my head. I am thinking about it as we speak. My core it hot. I am dripping wet just thinking about that slipping and sliding. I can feel his strong body against mine. I love it when he lays over me, showing he is in control. Apparently, Derek is thinking the same damn thing. I feel him grab my hand. As first I pull it away, I have no idea what he is doing. He makes another grab for me and holds it to the crotch. Holy shit he is hard. I think he is about an inch from lifting the table off of the floor. He's a rock hard rod, ready to pierce through his pants.

I'm a little devil. A vixen. A vixen in a female fox. And they are cunning and coy, right? Well, that is what I am. I know this, because here my fingers go. I ever so gently unzip Derek's pants. It was quiet. Not the usual zip sound resonating. Not that they would hear. This family is so damn loud, they wouldn't hear sirens going off. In my hand goes. Into the cave I work my way in. Through the boxer briefs. And there it is, it pops out so easily.

Derek's eyes get wide. I don't think he was expecting this. I think he just wanted to make me hot. I think he wanted to tease me. Now it is I who teases him as I run my thumb over his red velvety head. I swirl it around and around. My hand grasps the pole tightly. It feels so amazing. So hard in my hand. Truly his flesh is soft over this hard meat. I can feel the vein running along him. He is all man. And god I am dripping.