Thanksgiving Pies

If you've read my "Chatting with Dad" story, you'll remember that last Thanksgiving Eve
I discovered my dad talking about me in an incestuous chat room online, which led to him
having sex with me in his computer chair. This story is about what happened the following day at Thanksgiving dinner.
I wrote most of the story, but my friend Rachel wrote the last part because she really wanted to,
plus I was busy with other things. So I hope you enjoy it, and I hope everyone has a wonderful
Thanksgiving !

The only reason I wore a dress was because Grandma likes everyone to dress up for Thanksgiving, which
means girls should wear skirts or dresses, and sometimes my cousins don't wear skirts, which makes Grandma a little unhappy.
I always wear a dress for Thanksgiving because I want to make her happy, and I don't mind wearing it; I think I look cute in
a dress .

My dress was light blue with red flowers, a little tight, and short at the hem. Let me tell you,
I really attracted attention in it, and Dad thought so too. I had only been in the playroom for less than two minutes when he
came right over.

“Let’s go upstairs for a bit, there’s something I need to talk to you about,” he whispered in my ear.

“Okay.” What was he going to tell me? Mom knows about us?!

He led me to an empty bedroom and closed the door. It was a sunny and warm Thanksgiving day,
the room was bright, and there were pictures of elephants and clowns on the walls. Dad pushed me against the wall, I blinked
at him, and he blinked back.

“I want to fuck you,” Dad said.

Wow! I guessed it. Dad started to get persistent. And if he wanted to
fuck me in Grandma’s guest room, he was insane.

“Dad, for God’s sake, you just did it last night. Are you so thirsty that you want to have sex with me every day?”

I tried to keep my voice down, not wanting my refusal to hurt Dad. Dad put his hands on my breasts,
my nipples were erect, and I couldn’t stop them from hardening. I gasped and tried to hold his
hands back.

“Not now, you fool. We’ll get caught, do you want to get caught? Oh, Lorraine, your husband’s
having sex with your daughter in the guest room, so they’ll come in for dinner later.”

Dad lowered his hand, and we moved away from the wall.

“Yes, you’re right.” He sighed.

“Okay, okay, let’s go back, Dad,” I said, and then I turned to leave, but he grabbed
my wrist and pulled me back. I fell into his arms, his breath on my face. He put his hand on my
breast again.

“I can sense you’re aroused too,” he said.

My hard nipple sank into the middle of his palm.

“Hmm, does this help my appetite?” I teased him. I felt a little aroused.

Dad laughed. “This will help me.”

He rubbed it with his whole hand, and we stood in the middle of the room, Dad rubbing my breast, and I bit my lip and
closed my eyes , trying to stay upright. I tried to pay attention to the sounds outside, because
Dad didn’t seem to care about anything except what he was doing.

“To answer your question, honey, yes, I really do want to fuck you every day.”

Dad’s face turned even redder, and he started breathing heavily, just like he had last night, while I
felt a stinging pain from my breasts being frantically rubbed. If this continued, if he still wanted it,
I wouldn’t be able to stop Dad from fucking me here. I looked into his eyes as his fingers rubbed my nipples and his
hands kneaded my breasts.

“Dad, we’d better stop,” I said, a little breathless.

Dad smiled and said okay. He kissed me on the lips, and then we went downstairs.

My brother Greg and his wife Lorna (Translator’s note: In the conversation with Dad, it was said to be Nancy, which may be an error on
the author’s part ) were drinking punch and chatting with Grandpa. Dad and I greeted them, wishing them a Happy Thanksgiving,
and Greg, Lorna, and I kissed each other on the cheek. No one else came for Thanksgiving this year, so it was a
much smaller , just Dad, Mom, me, Greg and Lorna, and Grandma and Grandpa.

“Hmm,” Lorna said, looking me up and down. “You look delicious.”

“Thank you,” I said.

Lorna had a knack for making you feel belittled by complimenting you. I didn’t know
how she did it. She was a very attractive woman, tall and with large breasts; her only
problem was that her nose was slightly crooked in the middle—not very crooked, but noticeable enough. In some ways, her
nose wasn’t unattractive because it suited her serious style. She was twenty-six, but her behavior was old-fashioned, making her seem
forty-six. She grabbed my arm and led me to a corner of the room.

“Your skirt is short, I like how much of your thigh is showing.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“Well. I know what happened last night.” “

What are you talking about?” “You know what

I’m talking about. I think it’s nice for a girl to express her love like Dad does. Tell
me, what do you think if a daughter-in-law expressed it the same way?”

I was speechless, and Lorna didn’t wait for my answer. She gave me a smile, the first time she’d ever smiled at me,
and then went to talk to Mom.

I was so shocked that I had to sit down. Was Dad having an affair with Lorna? I couldn't believe it. I
couldn't believe Dad would tell Lorna he had sex with me! Why would he tell her? Was he just showing off
or what? I felt incredibly uneasy, my cheeks burning.

"You look stressed, Miss."

"Hi, hi, Grandpa," I said, lifting my head, which I had been holding.

"Here," he said, handing me a glass of pink punch.

The punch was delicious, better than I remembered, and more distinctive than anything I'd ever had. I
was so happy to see Grandpa; he was like a pillar of strength to me. I thanked him for the punch, and then Grandma called
us for dinner.

The dining room was bright, just like the bedroom upstairs, and everything was beautifully decorated. Grandma brought out
fine china and silverware, linen napkins, and plenty of delicious food. Each person had a sterling silver
plate, sterling silver cutlery and a large spoon, a salt and pepper shaker, and an unlit candle in the center—it looked very…
Perfect. I was sitting next to Dad, Greg on my other side, and Grandpa, Lorna, and Mom across from me.

As soon as Dad sat down, I was...? He whispered in my ear, "Are you having an affair with Lorna?"

Dad smiled and nodded.

What was going on? I asked myself. Dad and Mom were married, he was having an affair with Lorna, and he wanted to
have sex with me every day! God, what else could possibly hurt me?

Okay, we finished our main course and were waiting for dessert: Grandma's cherry pie, and then Dad put his hand on
my bare thigh and started stroking it. I reached under the table and patted his hand to signal him to stop. His hand paused
for a second, then it started moving towards my groin. I slapped his hand, but it kept going. I felt a little
tipsy. I realized that someone must have put some hard liquor in my punch, and now I was drunk. I don't drink much,
I even kind of hate alcohol, but I had felt great after that punch until Dad started
stroking me under the table.

My father's hand slipped under my skirt and touched my genitals through my underwear. Then, his hand began to spread my thighs,
and I felt my short skirt ride up with his movements.

"I think the president is an idiot, blah blah..." my father said, and Greg looked at my father and said, "
Blah blah ..." They kept talking, my father's hand still between my thighs, just like you would imagine
, playing with my vulva through my underwear.

"Ellie is very interested in political discussions, isn't she, darling?" my father said.

I grabbed my father's wrist and tried to push it away.

"Blah blah..." I don't know what I said, clenching my teeth.

My father's fingers went inside my underwear. I think I probably groaned, and I let go of my father's hand,
stopping my futile resistance; he was too strong for me. Everyone seemed to suddenly talk louder and laugh
louder , I guess it was because of the punch. I sat in my chair, put my hands on the table, and
tried to ignore my father's inappropriate behavior because I couldn't stop it. Of course, I could have stood up and said I was going to the bathroom or
something , but I didn't.

Her hands spread my legs apart.

"Ellie, finish your vegetables," Mom said, as if I were eight instead of eighteen. Embarrassingly
, she still talked to me like that no matter the occasion. Of course, what Dad did was even more embarrassing.

Dad inserted a finger inside me.

Dad had been talking about politics with Greg, Lorna and Grandpa had joined in, so there was
a constant murmur of "blah blah blah..." around the table. Meanwhile, Dad's finger was thrusting in and out, causing his upper arm
and shoulder to move back and forth. I was sure someone would notice his movements, and I tried to act normal, but it
wasn't easy, and his finger started thrusting faster.

"Are you okay, Ellie?" Mom asked.

"Um...yes, I feel a little dizzy because of the punch," I said. I gasped,
knowing my eyes were rolling upwards, and I couldn't stop myself from writhing in the chair. Dad's finger felt
good. His thumb would touch my clitoris whenever it had the chance, and it had plenty of chances. Oh no! I'm going to cum!
I'm going to orgasm!

The way Mom and Lorna looked at me, it was obvious I hadn't hidden it at all. Mom had a
worried look on her face, as if she thought I might be healthy, but it turned out I wasn't. My cousin Martin
was like that; he sat down to eat with us, enjoying the time with his family, and the next second he was
sprawled on the floor, writhing and yelling. Everyone was worried about inheriting it, and Mom wondered if this genetic defect had
suddenly appeared in me.

Lorna looked confused, but then she covered her mouth, her eyes wide.

"Oh, God!" she said.

That was the last thing I remembered, then my chin hit my plate, it fell to the ground, the plate
overturned, spilling some gravy and food on me, and I passed out.

...A few minutes later...

"Ellie, what's wrong!?"

I looked up at Mom, everyone else behind her, staring at me. I was lying on the floor, and I realized
my skirt was up, my underwear was showing. I wondered if my underwear was still there, but I didn't dare fix
it for fear of attracting their attention. Dad bent down and touched my forehead, probably afraid of being found out that my fainting
was his fault, and even more worried that someone would ask why my underwear was wet.

"It's not hot, just a little warm. Maybe there was something wrong with what she ate," Dad said.

"Good heavens, there's something on her underwear," Mom said, bending down to examine it closely.
"How did she get herself wet down there when she fainted? Honey, um, honey."

"It's probably punch," Greg said. "She said it was punch. I told you not to
put rum in there, Lorna."

"She should pull her skirt down," Mom said. Mom looked at my underwear as if she found her
comment amusing. "Oh, I'll do that," she said with a laugh, of course she could, she was my
mother.

Mom knelt beside me, grabbed the hem of my skirt, and slowly pulled it down,
looking down at my underwear the whole time. I had been awake for a while, and my eyes were open, but it seemed no one
noticed.

"Hey, I'm fine," I said.

“What happened, Ellie?” Mom said.

“I don’t know. I just suddenly found it funny, and I feel fine now. I’m fine, don’t
worry .”

“Yes, you’re funny,” Lorna said. “You’re hilarious.”

Mom glared at Lorna, and then everyone relaxed, since I wasn’t as “healthy” as Martin,
and we all went back to our chairs to continue chatting. Mom asked everyone to promise not to drink for at least half an hour, and for
some reason, the mood at the table was better than ever. I talked to Greg, and I refused
to talk . I was furious that he had cheated on me during such an important celebration as Thanksgiving dinner. When I
talked to Greg, I deliberately turned my back to him. I didn’t look at him anymore, and it started to feel a little sad,
but after a while I even got used to it.

Greg was very strict, which made it difficult for us when we were young, but I thought he was a good
older brother . It was frustrating that Dad was having an affair with Lorna, and if Greg found out, he would be completely devastated.

As Greg and I were chatting happily, Lorna suddenly said, “Let’s vote.”

Well, we have a very democratic family tradition where family matters are decided by everyone’s vote. Mom and Dad
can veto a vote, but they have to have a good reason and be able to explain it. You can only vote
on family matters, like which beach to go to or what movie to see; you can’t vote on things about parents, and
of course, Mom and Dad decide whether it’s a family matter. We haven’t voted recently because Greg
and I are getting older, and Greg doesn’t even live at home anymore.
It’s normal to do this when your kids are young, but we still do it occasionally. Strangely enough, Lorna knew about it like she knew
everything . She said it would be fun to vote on certain things, and when Grandpa asked what, Lorna said, “Oh, like
who tells the funniest joke, or who’s the best wrestler, that kind of thing.”

Hmm, what was Lorna going to say this time?

“Okay, what is it?” Dad said.

Grandma took a stack of papers and a bunch of pencils from a drawer, and Lorna took them and handed everyone
a pencil and a piece of paper, grinning the whole time.

We'd done some of those kinds of polls Lorna mentioned before, and everyone found them hilarious. Then Lorna
raised her hand, and everyone fell silent, watching her, waiting to see what this poll was for.

"I think we've all loved Ellie's occasional sexy wardrobe malfunctions, but that's not enough, don't you think? It should be a longer performance. So how about
this poll lets Ellie show off her cute yellow panties, a long show? Right there on the table, she can be a table decoration, and Grandma can serve dessert." Complete silence fell. People looked at each other, staring at Lorna. Was she serious? Lorna had earned a lot of respect in the family because she was a very decisive person, but I couldn't believe this idea of hers would make any sense. "Good idea," Dad said. "Henry!" Mom said to Dad, frowning, but she didn't really criticize him harshly, in my opinion . "Let's face it, she's a sexy person," Lorna said. “I mean, she always wears tight sweatshirts and short skirts, and we’ve all seen her showing off her yellow panties before. Why would she wear those sexy little yellow panties if she didn’t want to show them off? And she’s always deliberately teasing people, making them stare at her. Am I right?” Mom and Grandma chuckled at Lorna’s words. Grandpa and Dad laughed loudly. Greg just glanced at me. Mom and Grandma covered their smiles, as if Lorna was just being mischievous and shouldn’t be scolded. “You know, actually, I think what we’re seeing is just instinct,” Lorna blurted out, as if she had just discovered a great truth. “Maybe it’s an unconscious behavior, but it’s instinct . She flashes us, showing us her panties, because deep down she likes to show off. She likes to show off so much, maybe she doesn’t even realize it. This vote will teach her a lesson. We need to force her to show off her body in public, it will benefit her future behavior. I really think so.” “Hmm…” Everyone murmured in agreement, acknowledging Lorna’s statement. “Let’s vote,” Lorna said. “The vote is on whether Ellie has to lie down and give us a panty show.” “That’s ridiculous!” I said. I started to get angry. But everyone was watching who would vote, and nobody paid attention to my thoughts . Then Grandpa wrote down his vote first, and everyone else did too. Since there was no going back, I voted too . Of course, I wrote “no.” I foolishly thought I would win. I thought Dad and Lorna would vote for it , but I was sure everyone else would vote “no.” Lorna collected all the votes, and the result was two against and five for. I was very disappointed in my family. Well, I thought at least Mom would be against it, but I was wrong. It was Greg who voted against it, and my own mother voted for me to have a panty show. “Well,” she said shyly as I glared at her angrily. “I think Lorna came up with a good idea, and frankly, Ellie, maybe this will teach you a lesson, like she said.” “Hmph!” I said. I nudged Greg with my elbow and said, "Thanks." "No problem," he said, but his tone was so calm that I didn't hear him express any protest for his little sister 's ordeal. This made me wonder why he voted against it. Maybe he actually wanted to see it too, but was just too kind? That thought sent a shiver down my spine, and then I remembered Lorna and Dad tricking him, and the shiver intensified. I wasn't done with Mom yet. I told her that despite her promise to teach me a lesson, she couldn't explain why a mother would be so naughty as to vote to see her own daughter's underwear show, "unless you're not going to see it," I added. "Okay, I'll see, honey. And Ellie, Mom gets a little naughty sometimes. Besides, we all saw your underwear when you passed out, so it's okay . I don't think that makes me naughty." "Yeah, she just loves to dress hot and flirt with everyone," Lorna said with a laugh. “Lorna’s right, Ellie,” Mom sighed. Grandma and Mom took away the cutlery, all the silverware, and the remaining food, leaving the table empty, while Lorna and the men remained seated. Nobody looked at me until Lorna told me the table was ready. Then everyone looked at me; some smiled, some joked, and some clapped, saying what a funny idea it was, blah blah blah… In short, I had to do it, whether I wanted to or not, because the vote had passed, and Mom and Dad hadn’t vetoed it. In fact, they had voted in favor. I’d considered vetoing it myself, even though I didn’t have the right to. What ? Force me? But after thinking about it carefully, the thing started to appeal to me a little, and, well, I wanted another punch. Showing off in my underwear was really naughty, yes, but not that serious. Actually, I felt a little silly. But then I thought, maybe Greg would like to see it. I find that idea kind of sexy, since he voted against it, and I'm curious why he did. You can see I'm someone who enjoys finding logic .

"Ellie, stop dawdling, hurry up," Lorna said, growing impatient.

I don't like describing myself, but I think I have to in this situation. I'm five feet six and a half inches
(1.69 meters). I'm slim and have a good figure; my breasts aren't large, but they're well-shaped,
as are my legs. I always attract a lot of attention when I wear bikinis, which is why I wear them so often.
My hair is a dark blonde, darker than the pubic hair. I have a small, pretty tuft of light
blonde hair on my vulva, and a few fine hairs around my labia that are hard to see, so I never shave. I
also have a pretty face, which is why the guys at school call me a bombshell. Of course, I
'd never date those guys; I like smart, interesting people, and
people who are funny and make me laugh.

Okay, I glanced at everyone, then stood up and climbed onto the table. I started to get nervous, so I
lay down with my arms at my sides, legs together, and turned to look at my audience. They were all standing together,
staring at me. I guess it was some weird show where the performer lies down to rest and the audience has to stand up. Lorna
stipulated that I had to give each person thirty seconds or a minute to perform, and the others could watch. As if she were
in , she stood by the table at my feet.

"Lift up your skirt, Ellie."

I lifted my skirt.

Lorna smiled at me. "Open your legs, darling."

Oh, wow! I thought, now I'm the darling. I opened my legs as she said, and I watched Lorna look at
my underwear. What we were doing seemed funny, but it aroused my desire, and I thought it made Lorna
even more excited. I thought everyone was a little excited at the beginning, and now people were getting more excited. Ouch! What's that? Well, Grandma didn't do a good job of cleaning the table. It's annoying to have a bunch of crumbs around your neck
when you're showing someone your underwear . I turned around and wiped the crumbs off. Actually, Lorna wasn't looking at my underwear. She was looking at the most important part of my body that my underwear covered. I love my vulva; it's a soft mound on both sides with a valley in the middle. You might say, "Isn't that just a pussy?" But my vulva is a bit fuller than most girls', so even though I'm wearing panties, the whole shape is still visible in this situation. Especially since these are tight, thin panties. My next performance is for Grandpa. I nervously watched him as he stood where Lorna had stood and smiled at me. His gaze moved from my body to my panties and then lingered there. How embarrassing! I felt a stinging sensation in my groin as he looked at my vulva, hidden by my panties. Like Lorna, Grandpa aroused me . I closed my eyes. "She bites her lip," Grandma said. "She gets excited like a firecracker about to explode when people look at her." Thank you so much, Grandma, I thought. Why does my grandmother say that about me? Does she still have a sex drive? It's funny; I used to think that Grandpa and Grandma sleeping together was just sleeping, but now I suspect Grandma isn't what I thought. Maybe I wasn't fully developed, but I already had a young and lovely body. Maybe Grandma needed someone to satisfy her desires, and she chose me. "Something's on fire!" Dad said. "Oh, my pie!" Grandma cried, running back to the kitchen. It was too late; her cherry pie, which she was going to top with vanilla ice cream for dessert, had burned. A few minutes later, Grandma returned to the table, looking utterly dejected. "You know what this means. It means we need another pie," Dad said, seemingly pleased. "Great. We've turned Ellie into a pie," Lorna said. "Damn, I think she is the pie," Grandpa said. "Looks like the pie I wanted," Greg said. For a moment, I even felt like a pie myself. Suddenly, a bunch of hands were on me. Lorna and Grandma pinned me down, with Mom behind them. Mom was standing on tiptoe, chattering away. Grandma grabbed my shoulders and slammed me onto the table, while Lorna went to pull down my underwear. I complied like I was on drugs, lifting my buttocks to make it easier for her to pull down my underwear. I don't know what she did with my underwear, because as it was pulled over my ankles, Dad pulled my dress over my head. "That's better," Dad said after I was completely naked. It was then that I started to have slightly different thoughts. How was I going to face them after this? What if this meant the beginning of me becoming a housewife? I kept thinking about what Dad had said before about wanting to do it to me every day. "Just this once, okay?" I said. Dad laughed, but Lorna spoke up, "Do we need to hear her talk? Maybe we should gag her." Lorna rolled up a linen napkin. "Wow! That's exciting. Do you think she should be tied up too?" Mom said, jumping up and down. "No, no, just like that. I want to hear her moan with pleasure and see her movements during orgasm," Grandma said. "Let's get started," Grandpa said, bringing a jar of cherries and cream from the kitchen. "Oh, okay." Everyone was happy. Lorna leaned over and looked at me. A cruel look appeared on her face. "Lie still and don't open your mouth unless you want to be gagged and tied up." Lorna and Grandma decorated me, making me look like a delicious dessert. They stuffed cherries into my vagina, poured syrup on different parts of my body, sprayed cream on my breasts, and placed some cherries there as decoration. I remained silent and still because I was afraid of what Lorna would say. The cherries being stuffed in felt , and the cream was cold, so I closed my eyes to try to adjust, and then I felt someone put their hands on my legs. It was Greg, and he spread my legs wider. The dessert was finished, and then mouths immediately started eating me all over my body, like a buffet. Greg was the first to eat my vagina. I thought he would spit out the cherries or eat them, but he took them all out of me and the only thing on my vagina was his tongue. Hmm, really?! Meanwhile, everyone was licking me in different places, everyone except Mom, who was watching. Greg wasn't the only one who ate my pussy; they all did. People took turns licking my pussy.

Or that place, especially that place. Just like Grandma wanted to see, I kept moaning,
panting , writhing. I came uncontrollably, and they held me as I came. As for orgasms, I guess
about five; for some reason, I came easily. If I were in a normal state of mind, it would be
incredibly embarrassing, but I was in a frenzied state. The whole process was a bit like they were playing
an instrument , constantly plucking at my naked body to make me make all sorts of sounds. They even licked my feet and sucked
my toes, but their favorite places were those three places you'd expect. Finally, their mouths left, and I
thought they were done, but I was wrong.

"Oh no, I don't want you to eat me down there, Mom."

She had walked to the table at the end of my feet and was facing me. She was looking at me the way someone else was
looking at . She grabbed my ankles and spread my legs.

"I want some dessert too, darling," she said, very gently.

"Oh no," I said, closing my eyes and holding my breath.

This is the only thing I want to say about my experience with my mother, and besides, I had another climax. That's all I want to
say . Later, I calmed down, and when I heard my mother talking, I was
being cleaned by Lorna and Grandma with hot water and a sponge.

"Greg, didn't I teach you? Fold your pants neatly, don't leave them on the floor."

"Why did he take his pants off?" I said, pretending not to know.

"Your brother wants to fuck you. He told Dad, and Dad agreed." Grandma smiled at me.
"I agreed too."

I swallowed hard. "You'll watch him do it, right?"

"Yes."

"Men need to ejaculate, Ellie," Lorna said, as if someone had asked for her opinion! I was too
shocked to understand what she meant: it wouldn't just be Greg fucking me.

But he was the first.

Greg fucked me hard, very roughly, like I was a sex toy and not his little sister. He fucked me
so hard I slid across the table, and a few times we slid to the edge, and someone had to yell at Greg that if he
wasn't careful, he would fuck me off. He pulled me back to the middle of the table and continued to fuck me
hard. I kept moaning and panting. Sometimes I would open my eyes and see this person or that person watching me being fucked,
and then I would close my eyes. The table was hard, and Greg felt like he was raping me.

Lorna had said that "men" needed to ejaculate, and it was obvious she knew what she meant, because
after Greg ejaculated inside me, Grandpa took off his pants and had sex with me. After Grandpa ejaculated inside me, it was Dad's turn.

After everything was over, Mom and Grandma cleaned me up. They used hot water and sponges, just like the first time.
They really enjoyed the process of cleaning me, talking as they washed. Grandma told me that she really, really
enjoyed watching me when those men fucked me, the cute sighs and wriggling, etc. She said that Grandpa
could hardly an erection, so she was especially happy when he fucked me. It was such a wonderful Thanksgiving present
for him. Grandma kept praising me, which was always her style. For example, she always praised my
report cards .

As we left, Grandma stood in the doorway and said I was the best Thanksgiving dessert she'd ever had. Everyone laughed.

"I think it's a Thanksgiving tradition to have Ellie as dessert," Grandpa said.

"Hmm, I don't know," I said, but I felt a sense of relief about one thing. Grandpa hadn't said he
wanted to have sex with me every day.

Well, another Thanksgiving was coming. Nobody had mentioned a word about Thanksgiving! As the day
drew closer, I got more and more nervous. Sometimes I felt I couldn't bear to have it happen again, and sometimes I
felt I hoped it would. I'd already chosen my Thanksgiving outfit. It was a button-down white shirt
and a blue skirt, and oh yes, I'd bought a cute new pair of yellow bikini bottoms.

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