When the first snow of winter finally came, the holiday spirit was officially in full force. Lights went up, cards went out and Michael Buble claimed his annual monopoly on mall music. As soon as he had finished his last final, Jude similarly found himself thrown into the full force of seasonal preparations. Christmas had always been Jude’s favorite holiday, it was a time when families came together to exchange meaningful gifts, but that year, something was off. It was Jude’s freshman year of college, he had spent the fall semester taking credit classes and was moving out that spring to finally start pre-law. Everything seemed so surreal in the knowledge that he only had a few weeks before he would leave for good, and as such, he found it hard to get into the “Christmas Spirit”.
On Christmas Eve, the guests started to trickle in. First came Jude’s paternal grandparents who lived nearby. It was pleasant when it was just them, but soon his mother's parents showed up and the house quickly went from calm to hectic. Next came the Coens, Jude’s father’s sister and her husband and seven kids. Jackie Coen, the eldest, was about his age but most of them were small, rambunctious children. Then came Jude’s other paternal cousins, the young Mr. and Mrs. Harmon and their newborn baby Annie. Jude’s sister Susanna returned from college with Pierce, her latest boyfriend and after that he simply lost count. His mother's side was far tamer; she only had one step-sister, Janell, who worked in New York City as some kind of lawyer and had never married, it was she who arrived last of all.
The bell rang and Jude’s father, who was getting almost as annoyed as he, asked him to answer. “Only relatives and creditors ever ring in that Wagnerian manner,” he remarked under his breath as Jude went to open the door.
Janell Thompson stood about 5’6” in the doorway; she was dressed in a well-tailored, grey suit with black heels, vintage sunglasses and dangly earrings. Her light brown hair was freshly curled and her nails were bright red. When Jude answered the door she exclaimed,
“Good heavens, Judie… is that you? You’re so big! You must have been what, fifteen the last time I saw you, right?”
“H-hey Aunt Janell…” Jude said awkwardly. He may have changed but she was the same spunky, carefree MILF he had had a guilty crush on ever since he hit puberty.
“Oh please, we’re both grown-ups now… just call me Jan.”
She came inside and hung up her purse, gave Jude and his mom a hug and joined the party. Jude had gone from being a scrawny, acne-faced teenager to a 6‘, broad-shouldered young man with fair skin and wavy blonde hair, and Janell simply couldn’t help but feel just a little bit turned on. His deep, blue eyes were so intoxicating to her, soon she began to feel her gaze unconsciously drawn to him. It was just her luck that she noticed the boy nervously eyeing her when he thought she wasn’t looking.
“I’ve gotta say, sis, I almost didn’t recognize that man over there!” Janell said pointing to Jude, who tried his best not to blush.
Jude’s mother laughed, “Well, we’ve had him a good long time, it's a shame he has to leave us so soon.”
“Leave?”
“Yes, didn’t you hear? He’s going to be going to your alma mater in Windelford this spring.”
“How exciting!”
“Oh come here, Judie, I know your ears must be burning!” she said, laughing, “say, it’s getting a bit noisy in here, why don’t you two go out for an afternoon coffee and meet us back at church for the Christmas Eve service? I’m sure you’ll have lots to talk about. You know, Judie, your aunt is an appellate lawyer and I know how much you want to go to law school.”
Janell looked straight at Jude with her big brown eyes, magnified by her glasses, she was biting cherry-colored lips and smiling.
“Oh I-I don’t know… are you sure you don’t need any more help around the house?” Jude said nervously.
“Don’t worry about it, you’ve been a help for the last eighteen years, go have some fun! My little step-sister will take good care of you, won’t you, Jan?”
“I won’t bite, Judie, I promise,” Janell said laughing.
Jude and his aunt climbed into her car and drove off to a little coffee joint near the church. Janell picked a relatively isolated booth and the two sat down, ordered and began to talk. At first, Jude was awkward; his hot aunt was there right in front of him and with no one around. Half of him wanted to kiss her big, red mouth and fondle her double-D breasts while the other half wished he could have crushed on someone less taboo, even if she wasn’t technically a relative. Janell, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying her nephew’s adorable awkwardness. “My my, he really is this nervous about sitting with me… oh it’s so freaking cute!” she thought as her mind began to wander into all kinds of fantasies. The tension started to ease when the conversation turned to law. Janell seemed to have no end of advice and Jude found himself genuinely interested in everything she had to say.
Poor Jude had just started to relax when he felt his leg rub against hers, sending shivers all through his body. He hoped that she wouldn’t think anything of it, but at his touch, Janell felt herself immensely horny. She shifted her legs so that the two of them sat in perpetual contact, which only made Jude’s nervousness return in full force.
“There’s no way,” he thought, “There’s no way she thinks of me like that…”
But then steadily, he felt her foot begin to stroke his leg. Jude could hardly believe when she stroked higher and higher until her bare foot was pushing against his wood. Neither one spoke and Janell’s face betrayed nothing, she continued to make talk about the early stages of her career and how Aristotle's rhetoric saved one of her first cases, but underneath the table, she was unzipping his pants with her toes and stroking his now throbbing penis with her soft arches. Jude flushed red as he felt her grip his tip between her toes and gently sway it back and forth. Janell was an expert multitasker and had no trouble carrying on a perfectly normal conversation while simultaneously giving her nephew the best and first footjob of his life. He was so adorably flustered, like a boy and his first crush, and Janell had long ago started thinking with her pussy. She squeezed his knee under the table, making him blush uncontrollably.
“Is something wrong?” she asked innocently.
“N-no… keep going please…” he said softly.
Janell smiled, “Let’s finish in the car,” she replied winking.
Jude zipped up his pants and after she paid the bill and put on her sunglasses, the two got into the car together. All of Jude’s senses seemed more alive than ever: the strong new-car-smell, the wonderful sounds of his aunt’s clacking heels and the throbbing shaft between his legs. Janell climbed into the driver’s seat and without hesitating, kissed the impassioned boy. Jude felt all sorts of confused hormones pumping through him as her firm lips pressed against his. She gave his dick a little caress and then pulled away.