The hot water sprayed down onto my body my face upturned towards the head of the shower. I was filthy, in more than one sense of the word. Washing away my grandfathers cum from my face and small breasts
The hot water sprayed down onto my body my face upturned towards the head of the shower. I was filthy, in more than one sense of the word. Washing away my grandfathers cum from my face and small breasts. I pick up a small bar of travel soap and begun to lather it over my body, up past my lightly toned abs and between my breasts. I run the soap over each of nipples and for the first time in many months I realise just how unsatisfied I had been lately. Simply having the opportunity to suck on my grandfathers cock had given me more pleasure than the majority of my sexual experiences with men my age. My grandfather knew how to treat a woman, I had already known that. Thinking back to only half an hour before. The strength he radiated I felt my knees go week. I place the soap on the edge of the bath and run my right hand back down my body. I rub it over my sex before I hear a sound, a creak of floorboards. I open my eyes and look out. He’s watching me. Standing there my grandad. He’s watching me with a smug look on his face. “finish up Freya… we need to talk about your brother.”
In all honesty it was one of the last things I had expected to leave his lips, I was fully prepared to hear him compliment me, degrade me, even push his way in and demand a repeat performance. He had never shown any interest in Ellis before, why now? All these thoughts whizzed through my mind as I finished my shower, unable to finish my self-pleasuring with thoughts of my brother in my mind. As I step out, only a towel for clothes into my own guest bedroom my grandfather is sitting on the single bed. A pair of my brothers dust stained boots in his hand. He looks up at me with a look I had never seen on his face before, somewhere between fear and shame “ he saw us… he knows” the words float to my ear and I don’t know quite how to react. I nod my head softly, not wanting to believe it of course.
Ellis POV
The second my grandfather had walked past my room I had got to my feet. There’s now way he could have known right? That was the first question going through my mind. Followed by a million more. Running the scene I had just witnessed back in my mind. It didn’t look like a first time thing. Freya, my beautiful wonderful sister and my grandfather looked like experienced lovers. The way she obediently sucked his cock, took him deep. The look of her covered in his cum. My cock was obviously hard thinking about it. it was just like id watched countless times before. I hear lighter footsteps skip up the stairs about 5 minutes later than my grandfathers. She skips past the door quickly, I didn’t bet a good look but she didn’t exactly look presentable. Moments later I hear water begin to run in her rooms en-suite. “they’ve been fucking for years” I mutter to myself, unable to really believe it.
I get to my feet and walk, keeping my footsteps as light as I can I make my way down the stairs once and then again into the cellar of the house. I had overheard something about them keeping my grandma’s things down here, at least until they decided what to do with it all. There were countless uninteresting boxes, piled up with clothes, trinkets, books… I turn as I see the box of books. Grandma had always loved reading, but even more so writing. Under an ancient lightbulb sits a pile of warn out black books. The first one’s cover reading 1973-78 in grandmas writing. My eyes widen as I scatter through them. They don’t seem to be in any order. Around half way something catches my eye, a book with the title “2014-2020”. Staring at the book for a moment I pick it up and tuck it under my shirt, held up in the waistband of my trouser pants. “if grandma knew anything it must be in here!” I exclaim in a silent whisper, making my way up the stairs back to my spare bedroom.
Freya Pov
“are you sure? Like really really sure?” I had to ask the question of course. The dirty shoes didn’t look great of course but he could have been anywhere with them. “there were footprints outside the barn, matches these.” My grandfather replies calmly now. He taps the bed beside him, and I take a seat, still only dressed in my towel. As I take my seat, he places his strong hand on the inside of my thigh, squeezing softly. “he cant tell anyone Freya, you know what people will say, they’ll think im a monster” his words made sense with me, it wasn’t likely much of the blame would be at my feet, I had only been a teenager when all this started. “ I don’t want them to think that… I can talk to him, see what he knows” I suggest. My grandfather nods his head, his spare hand wandering to the back of my towel. He tugs at the fold holding it to my body and the fabric falls off my body. It’s the first time he seen me full naked in over a year. I had shaved my body before coming to the funeral. I was hairless and clean from my shower; I knew he liked the hairless look. I lean back onto my elbows and look up at him. My nipples were still hard from my interrupted masturbation. “ if you make sure he can keep his mouth shut then you can be my special girl forever Freya” as my grandfather speaks he moves his hand up from my thigh and to my wet pussy, tightly hidden away he spreads my lips open and I pant out, looking him straight in the eyes. He quickly locates my sensitive clit, a soft rubbing motion begins, and I close my eyes, laying back fully, giving my body to my grandfather to please. “I’m close.” I mutter after no time at all. His hand spare hand takes a firm hold of my right breast squeezing and massaging it. my back arches up and I begin to pant. I was getting close to the brink and my grandfather knew it. I hadn’t cum since I had been back on this farm, my hormones were running wild. I open my eyes and see a sadistic look in his eye, a sudden fear washes over my body and I feel him move his hand away from my wanting pussy. Only a second later his hand was brutally pinching my nipple making me scream out, my orgasm so close but so far now. He leans in close to my ear and whispers “ you don’t get to cum until you fix this fucking mess” the words were laced with venom and I feel my face go wet, followed by my chest heaving as I begin to sob in desperation. “ please please grandad I need you! Please” I plead with him, watching desperately as he gets to his feet, back to me. He turns around and stares at me cutting off my desperate pleads with a single look. “I’m giving you the chance here Freya, if I have to deal with this then it won’t be much fun for your brother”. Just like that he was gone, walking down the corridor and down the stairs. I hear a brief spell of muttered chatting through the walls and floorboards before the voices go quiet, the sound of footsteps replaces them and the closing of the door to the guest bedroom Ellis was using.
I fight hard to compose myself. It was difficult given the circumstances. Pulling my black thong up my legs, the second it touched my needy sex it felt like I was on fire. If I touched ,myself I knew he would know, he always did and he always made sure the orgasm wasn’t worth it. I don’t bother with a bra. I wasn’t going to play fair with Ellis. I wanted to make him feel uncomfortable. Like the only way to get rid of me is to answer my questions. I debate what to wear, what would make my brother the least happy to see me? I pull from my suitcase a pair of burgundy booty shorts. The material stretchy like spandex as I pull the item of clothing up my legs. They were tight for sure, but I knew they would do a fantastic job showing off my arse. The top was a simple choice, I pull on a simple t shirt, white with no marking and decorations. My choice made due to the fact my nipples were still standing like diamonds on my chest, blatantly obvious through the cotton. The last thing I do is wipe my face down, not bothering to cover myself in makeup again. The au natural look being called into play as I step onto the landing. I walk the ten steps it takes to get to the door. I knock twice before speaking “Ellis? Can we have a little talk about something?” I place my ear to the door and hear a muffled scuttling around before Ellis flings the door open towards him. “Freya! You need to read this” he says his voice frantic and barely more than a whisper. He holds out a book, bound in a black covering with the dates 2014-2020 in my grandmothers writing…