My grandfather, making up for lost time reaches his hands towards me. His fingers gripping into my shirt and with a mighty ripping motion he tears the shirt to the sides.
Chapter 2
My grandfather, making up for lost time reaches his hands towards me. His fingers gripping into my shirt and with a mighty ripping motion he tears the shirt to the sides, the buttons not standing a chance, flinging out across the old barn, pinging off metal gates and wooden girders. My breathing was quick, my near bear chest, still encompassed in my plain white bra, rising and falling. He looks at me, his tongue briefly flicking out across his lips. My softly toned body, slight abs barely visible and small b cup breasts that I thought were perfect for my body type. “I wish you let me pay for the surgery” he mutters as his hands begin to work the buttons of his own shirt. I looked at the ground as I heard his words, he always had a way of building me up and crashing my confidence within the space of moments, my breasts were often a point of ridicule when he was in a particularly cruel mood, often he would tell me how nicer my grandmothers had been when shed been in her prime. I knew he loved me though, really, he did, he only wanted what was best for me. As id been looking at the ground my grandfather had worked to remove not only his shirt but his pants as well, his lack of underwear suddenly all too obvious as I stared down at his semi erect thick cock. I was awe struck, just like I was the first time we had done anything like this “it’s so big grandad I don’t know if it will fit” I say in an overly girlish voice. I knew he loved it, imagining me as I had been the first time. Innocent, young… a virgin. He smiles looking into my eyes, I dart them away, blushing deeply. His hand puts soft pressure on my shoulders, and I take the hint dropping to my knees “show me why you’re my special little girl Freya” he mutters, his gruff voice so lacking in emotion it was almost insulting. Not that it was going to stop me, he was never the most loving of men, cold, hard, his time in the army had given him these traits but my father says he’s been like that from his very first memories.
I briefly look up my grandfather’s fit toned body and back down to his still semi erect member my lips open briefly and my hot breath floats towards it, striking the circumcised head, a small twitch the only recognition. His hand reaches down and softly runs along my hair “ if you don’t start in the next 5 seconds Freya I’m not going to be so nice” his tone was still lacking in emotion but his actions showed me how serious he was, he’d taken a soft grip of my hair, holding me there. Memories flood back to the ‘punishments’ he had put me through when our incestuous affair began, brutal spankings, days of teasing and orgasm denial. On one occasion he had tied me up in the barn with a vibrators lodged in both my holes on the lowest setting they had. By the time he had come back I was dehydrated and exhausted. These memories flashed by in a second and before he had any chance to get angry I leaned forward, lips parted and took the head of his bulbous cock into my mouth. I was much more experienced than when he had first used my mouth, having been at college for a year now my list of sexual partners had risen considerably. I look up into his eyes as I hold the head of his cock in my mouth. I place my hands behind my back to show my submission. My tongue works on his head, flicking and swirling around it, bathing him in my saliva as I hold the eye contact. For the first time since we had entered the barn I see a genuine smile on his face as he looks down at the perverted scene he had orchestrated. “someone’s been practicing, haven’t they?” he asks with a gleeful tone to his voice. I mumble incoherently as his cock grows within my mouth. From the short thick beast I had first taken in his cock grows and grows to the size I remember, the reason I was so willing to fall into this debauchery. He was easily 8 inches, possibly more but I’ve never dared ask him. His cock has both length and girth, throbbing veins decorate the tanned leather like flesh. His balls hang a little lower than some of the boys I had slept with in college, neatly trimmed black hair scattered across them. Id no doubt this weekend would see me growing very familiar with every part of his body again but right now I had a job to do. I flick my eyes down as I start to concentrate on pleasing my lover. I keep using my tongue to flick around the head before leaning forward. I push my lips forward, stopping around halfway as he reaches my throat. He had never taught me how to open fully to him, how to use my throat. The internet however is a marvellous thing and I’ve had a host of willing volunteers to practice on. I hold with the 4 inches in my throat. Taking deep breaths I calm my breathing before pushing forward and swallowing rapidly. My eyes close as his thick cock manages to break past my gag reflex and into my warm wet throat. I stop with 6 inches no wanting to completely push forward, some fear taking over. I hear his voice, a slight hint of surprise in it as he whispers down to me “little fucking slut… why can’t all my grandkids be like you?” an immense pride fills me from my chest, a warm glowing feeling as I push a little more. Half an inch before I really start to gag now. I cough and splutter before pulling back and sucking in deep breaths. My face was bright red as I slump back. A string of saliva connects my lips to his head as I heave in fighting for each breath.
Slowly my breathing calms and I look back at him standing over me, cock hard and shimmering with my spit. I was still kneeling, and I lean forward again. This time wrapping my hand around the bottom of his shaft and wanking his cock up and down. My hand moves like a blur getting faster and faster, my spit working like lube. I lean forward, as If I’m about to suck his head again before making a short detour down. My lips find his ball sac and I deliver a kiss to them before extending my short pink tongue and lapping over them. He had always loved this, and I hear the desired moan escape his lips. I keep going hand beating his cock and tongue lapping at his balls. It feels like I could do this forever, each new moan that escapes his lips spurs me on more before he jerks back. My eyes hurry to stare up at him, a confused look on my face. Quickly, his hands push my shoulders hard and send me sprawling onto my back. For an older man he’s quick and nimble, getting to the floor after me, legs either side of my ribcage kneeling on top of me. Grandads wanking his own cock now, the head pointing right at me as I grin up at him. I want to help him as much as I can, but his body has me pinned. The only way I can help is with my words and I quickly begin to spout anything I can think of that will get him to spray his load. “give it to me grandad spray your worthless little granddaughter with your cum, I deserve your cum, I love your cum. Please please I need…” my words are cut off as he roars out in pleasure. My eyes widen before I quickly shut them. His first shot like a rocket as it sprays up across my face and into my hair, the next splashing out onto my nose and chin before he redirects his cock to my breasts. Still wearing my plain bra, he shoots onto any flesh he can find. Shot after shot of lava like cum sprays onto my hot flesh, covering them, the cum running and collecting in the cups of my bra as my grandad pants atop me. He stands turning his back, leaving me laying there in his juices “I expect you to make dinner by 8…” is all he says. His mind seemingly gone from sex to the pit in his belly now as I feel my head collapse onto the wooden floor eyes closing until I hear a loud bang against the wooden wall of the barn followed by a quick scuttering of feet…
Ellis pov
Shit shit shit shit shit! I can’t fucking believe what I’ve just seen. My fucking sister, Freya and my Grandad it was crazy like the strangest wet dream of my life. My eyes widen as I see my grandfather move to the side, my sisters made up face running its makeup, her face was red, randomly spattered with thick white cum, her chest seemed to have gotten the worst of it from what I could see. My spy hole didn’t give me the best view. I stand to try and get a closer look, my knee slips and smacks against the weak wood of the barn. My eyes widen in panic and I quickly get out of there, kicking up a mound of dust as I rush back into my grandfather’s house. Scampering up the s shut the door to my guest room and kick of my shoes. I try to look casual, look as though I hadn’t just seen what I had. A few moments after I lay on the bed again, I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Heavy thuds that I knew couldn’t be Freya’s. I stare at my phone; it wasn’t even on I just needed to try and act cool. The door to my room creeks open and my grandfather stands in the doorway. He looks at me for a few moments. His eyes scanning over me, observing me and then the room. It feels like he’s doing it for hours and yet it can be more than a few seconds before he wanders off towards his own bedroom. I feel relief wash over me, had he really not known? I let my head collapse onto the pristine white pillow of the bed and smile. Besides the bed my shoes sat there. A fresh coating of dust on the underside, facing directly at the open door.