Thanksgiving. The family has gathered. Big, sprawling, emotionally disconnected, brought together more by a sense of obligation to the dead than a desire to be with the living.

And yet...

There are exceptions, odd behaviors, strange pairings, furtive glances, telltale signs of possible inappropriate attractions. My oldest cousin's wife, for instance, keeps staring at me from across the room, all short and blond, trim and bubbly, smiling and delectable. I want her.

As my aunt announces dinner and we all make a mad or leisurely rush to the table depending on our respective hunger levels and other unstated motivations, I manage to position myself in the crowd so that I end up sitting next to her without it seeming too forced to anybody else. She looks at me again when I sit, kind of a half-raised-eyebrow-askance thing, and then promptly ignores me, turning in her seat to face her husband but her leg, ah yes, her delicately turned leg, is somehow still pressed against mine.

I let it go for a minute, and then as I turn to retrieve the stuffing, I press back. Not hard, but firm enough to probably not be accidental. She responds with gentle pressure of her own. I am heartened, heartened and a little bit excited. I too decide to chat with my spouse while we play this little leg game.

Which rapidly turns into a little foot game. Her foot is on top of mine, pressing down gently, the pointy toe of her high heel digging just a little into my sneaker. I slip the sneaker off under the table and a second later I feel her naked foot pressing down on my sock.

Heaven. I am smiling. I know I am smiling because my wife says, "you look happy."

"I am" I say, smiling even wider, wiggling my toes against the bottom of my cousin's wife's foot, pressing my knee against her knee, remembering, very lewdly and explicitly, what she looked like last Thanksgiving, what she will look like later this Thanksgiving, pressed against an otherwise unused upstairs bedroom door with her legs spread wide and wrapped around my back, with my cock buried in her soft warm cunt and her hair plastered to her head, panting and urgent and grunting with pleasure, tensing with the burst of her orgasm, moaning into my mouth to muffle the sound from those still downstairs around the table or napping off dinner in the living room as she feels my seed shoot deep inside her, "sometimes it's just nice to be with family."