Jenny Swift
Copyright ©2024
The warmth of Thanksgiving filled the large, open-concept kitchen and dining room. The extended family had gathered for their yearly tradition, the scent of roasted turkey, buttery mashed potatoes, and spiced pumpkin pie creating a cozy atmosphere. Laughter and conversations flowed freely, as cousins shared stories, children ran around, and the adults indulged in nostalgic memories.
Laura, the wife, bustled about the kitchen, making sure everything was just right for dinner. Her husband, David, was at the table, chatting with their relatives. Across the room, David's brother, Jake, leaned against the counter, watching the festivities with his usual charming smile. Laura had always liked Jake. He was easygoing, a little mischievous, and had a way of lighting up any room he entered. As she moved to bring a bowl of dressing to the table, Laura didn’t notice the slight tilt of the spoon. A clumsy movement, and suddenly the creamy, herb-filled dressing splattered across Jake's chest, staining his shirt. “Oh, my God! I’m so sorry,” Laura gasped, rushing over with napkins in hand.
Jake chuckled, his eyes sparkling.
“Guess I’m the lucky one tonight. The dressing smells amazing, by the way.”
Laura laughed as she dabbed at Jake's shirt, standing a little too close. “I can’t believe I did that,” she said softly, her hands brushing his chest.
“No harm done,” Jake whispered, his voice sending a shiver down her spine. Dinner carried on smoothly, the table full of laughter and chatter.
Across from her husband, David, Laura played along with the family’s conversation, but under the table, her foot gently touched Jake’s leg. He tensed, but when she flashed him a quick smile, he didn’t pull away. Slowly, her foot traced his calf, teasing higher while Jake struggled to keep his cool, laughing at David’s jokes. When dinner ended, everyone moved outside to the porch to relax.
“I’ll help clean up,” Jake offered, glancing at Laura. Inside, the air felt thick with unspoken tension as they worked quietly together. When Laura “accidentally” smeared mashed potatoes onto Jake’s shirt, she smiled playfully.
“Oops,” she said. Jake smirked, his voice low. “You’re good at this, aren’t you?”
"What can I say?" she murmured, leaning closer to dab at the mess with a napkin. "I guess I like seeing you a little messy."
Jake’s gaze lingered on her lips as she brushed his s
His voice lowered, a hushed murmur. "I don’t mind it. Might even like it." Laura’s breath caught as she and Jake stood too close, their bodies nearly touching. The sounds of laughter from outside drifted through the windows, a sharp contrast to the charged silence in the kitchen. Jake’s fingers brushed against hers as they packed away the leftover turkey, each touch sending sparks through her.
"Maybe later," Jake whispered, his lips grazing her ear, "we can make a bigger mess."
Laura smirked, glancing at the window where David and the others were outside, none the wiser.
"I think I'd like that," she whispered, letting her hand linger on his before stepping away, her pulse racing. The tension between them was undeniable as they finished packing the food. But when Laura opened the fridge door, Jake's hand slid over hers, pulling her back toward him. Without a word, he pressed her against the counter, his mouth capturing hers in a hungry kiss. Her hands reached for the bowl of sweet potatoes nearby, smearing some onto his chest with a wicked grin. Laura gasped as Jake’s hands gripped her waist, lifting her onto the counter with ease. Sweet potatoes smeared across their clothes and skin as they moved together, their bodies tangled in a mix of passion and chaos. Each touch felt electric, each kiss stolen in the heat of the moment. Laura’s hand found a container of green beans, and with a mischievous laugh, Jake grabbed a handful, smacking her thigh with the soft vegetables.
"Dirty girl," Jake growled, his voice low and teasing as he spanked her again, the green beans leaving faint streaks across her skin. Laura’s breath hitched, a mixture of shock and excitement flooding her senses.
"Shut up and kiss me," she demanded, her voice breathless as she pulled him closer, her lips crashing against his once more. The sticky remnants of sweet potatoes smeared across her chest as Jake’s hands roamed freely, exploring every inch of her. The family’s laughter from outside floated through the windows, a stark reminder of the danger they were playing with. Every sound, every footstep could be their undoing, but neither of them cared. The thrill of being caught only fueled their desire, pushing them further into each other.
Jake leaned in, his voice low and gravelly in her ear. "You like this, don’t you? Getting messy with me while everyone’s just outside…"
Jake's eyes darkened with lust as he saw her glistening, needy pussy. He quickly shed his clothes and positioned himself between her thighs. He suddenly entered her pussy, his hard cock pushing deep inside her sensitive, throbbing walls.
Laura bit her lip, her breath ragged. "You have no idea." Her hands reached for more food—gravy, mashed potatoes, whatever was within reach—smearing it across his chest and hers with a grin. Jake’s laughter was dark and full of desire as they continued their dangerous dance, their bodies slick with food, their whispered moans mixing with the distant sounds of the family enjoying the evening outside. Time seemed to blur as they lost themselves in the reckless moment, every second on edge, knowing they could be caught at any moment.
He groaned at the way her walls clenched around him, her body responding instinctively to his every move. Jake’s hand shot out to the counter, grabbing a nearby bowl of whipped cream. Without breaking their rhythm, he squeezed a generous amount onto her breasts, watching as the white fluff slid down her stomach in slow, tantalizing drips. The coolness of the cream against her heated skin made her gasp, her fingers tangling in his hair as he leaned down, his mouth following the trail of whipped cream with deliberate slowness. Jake licked and nipped at her skin, his tongue swirling through the creamy sweetness, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.
Laura arched her back, her hands gripping the edge of the counter as he worked his way down her stomach, his rough, hungry kisses leaving a sticky, delicious trail behind. The whipped cream smeared against them, mixing with the remnants of mashed potatoes and gravy, their bodies sticky and slick in the most sinful way.
“Jake…,” she gasped, her breath coming in ragged bursts, barely able to hold herself together as her hands clung to his broad shoulders, her nails digging in.
His eyes flashed with dark amusement, clearly relishing her reactions. "You taste even better like this," he growled, lifting his head for a moment to meet her gaze. His smirk was wicked, his hands sliding up to her hips to pull her even tighter against him. The movement caused Laura to moan, her head falling back as another surge of pleasure hit her.
Outside, the sound of footsteps on the porch made Laura’s heart leap in panic, but it only served to push them both further into the heat of the moment. Jake’s hands gripped her tighter, moving faster, harder, both of them chasing that electric high as they teetered on the edge of discovery.
Her voice was breathless, almost pleading. "Jake… if someone…"
Jake grabbed another handful of green beans from the counter, playfully smacking her with them across her thighs, adding to the mess they were making. "Dirty girl," he murmured against her skin, his voice laced with lust.
Laura bit her lip, trying to stifle her moans as her body trembled beneath his touch. She could hear the distant sound of David’s voice outside, oblivious to the betrayal happening just a room away. The thrill of it, the danger of getting caught, sent her spiraling further, her mind lost in the heat and chaos of the moment. Jake’s hands roamed freely, sliding up her sticky, food-covered skin, his fingers leaving trails of whipped cream and mashed potatoes in their wake.
Their bodies moved together in a reckless, frantic rhythm, the world around them fading away as they gave in to the primal desire consuming them both. Outside, the laughter and conversations continued, completely unaware of the storm brewing in the kitchen. But for Jake and Laura, nothing else mattered.
They were lost in each other, in the mess, in the danger of it all. Each stolen touch, each whispered moan only drove them further, their bodies entangled in a dangerous game of passion and deceit. Jake’s breath was hot and heavy against her neck as he thrust into her, harder now, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Laura’s vision blurred, her mouth opening in a silent gasp as her muscles tightened around him. She could feel him tense, his pace faltering slightly as they both hovered on the brink.
And then it hit. Laura’s entire body seized as the wave of release crashed over her with a force so powerful, it left her gasping for air. Her back arched, her thighs clenching around Jake’s waist as she felt herself unravel beneath him. The pleasure was overwhelming, a flood of heat and ecstasy that pulsed through every nerve ending in her body. Her hands clutched at him, fingers digging into his back as she moaned his name, unable to contain the raw, primal sound that escaped her lips.
Jake followed soon after, his own climax ripping through him with a deep, guttural groan. His body shuddered violently, his hands gripping her tighter as he came, his release spilling into her in a hot rush that sent them both spiraling. His hips jerked against hers, his breath ragged and broken as the intensity of it all consumed him. Panting, they clung to each other, sticky with sweat and remnants of food, the kitchen silent except for their ragged breathing.
Jake let out a breathless laugh, still catching his breath. “I guess I’m thankful for...family this year.”
Laura giggled softly, brushing mashed potatoes from his chest. “Yeah...definitely thankful for you.” They both grinned, the weight of their actions momentarily lost in the absurdity of it all
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