Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A
|Introduction: Final Chapter|
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I think He's Sleeping IV
I woke up the next morning in a bad mood. I slept longer than I wanted to, and that didn't help at all. I had planned on getting up early so that I could be with my dad, and maybe try to have a little fun before my gramps came. I didn't wake up until after ten though, and that really got under my skin.
My grandpa had already showed up by the time I got out of the shower, which soured my mood even more. I pretty much felt like I had been grounded from a new toy that I had gotten for Christmas only I hadn't done anything to deserve the grounding. I knew that by the time my grandpa left that it would be time for me to go back to my mom's which meant that there wouldn't be any more time for play.
Just as I was putting my robe on and getting ready to head back to my room to find something to wear I noticed the morning after pills that my father had given me to take last night. I had followed the instructions and took one of the pills so that I wouldn't get pregnant, but I didn't think leaving it on the bathroom sink for gramps to see was a good idea so I took them with me back to my room and put them in my desk drawer.
I started the task of sifting through my closet to find something to wear. Normally that isn't a big issue with me. I am a little bit of a tom so I usually just grab something and go without much thought into impressing anyone. Jeans and a sweat shirt if it's cold—a t-shirt and shorts if it's hot. That kind of thing.
This time though every time I went to grab something it just didn't seem right. Until my fingers ran across one of my dad's old jerseys that I hadn't worn in forever because it was too big. He wore it in junior high so it wasn't an outrageously big fit and I did wear it sometimes, but I couldn't remember the last time I did. I slid it on without putting anything else on underneath and somehow that just seemed right. I was completely covered down to my mid thigh and yet I still felt naked because it fit so loose and the material was so rough against my skin that I was constantly aware of its presence.
At the same time knowing that I was completely naked underneath was the kind of naughtiness that I was craving with my dad anyway. I might not be able to do anything with him with my gramps there, but that didn't necessarily mean that I had to conform completely to the rules of social etiquette. It was a compromise but it was one that I was willing to live with.
I headed out to the living room to say hi to my grandpa. I wasn't sure if I was in the mood to actually sit and watch the game with them, but I knew I at least had to make an appearance. I went out to the living room, and my grandpa stood up to greet me as soon as he saw me.
“Hi grandpa,” I said holding my arms out to him.
“Hey there sunshine!” he said as he extended his arms back out to me and we hugged. He got a huge smile on his face and having his arms wrapped around me in a loving embrace actually lifted my spirits up. I held him tight and listened to his heart beating as we hugged.
Five minutes before that I was mad because he was coming but there I stood with my arms around him, having his heart thudding into my ear and I didn't want to let him go so I didn't. He started to let up but I didn't let go. He hugged me back again.
“Well I miss you too sweet pea. Thanks for caring!” He said with his hearty voice, and I could have sworn that it choked him up a little. He didn't come over every weekend but it wasn't like he was a complete stranger to me either so I guess the extra hug took him off guard a little.
I finally let him go but I couldn't help but to look up to him and pucker my lips. Our family wasn't much into kissing, but he obliged me by bending down and planting a peck on my lips. My heart fluttered a little as our lips met and a part of me wanted to drag that out too. I didn't though, but in a way I didn't have to. It was almost like I could still feel his lips against mine even after our faces parted and I enjoyed that feeling for as long as it was there.
I went over to the couch and my grandpa sat back down in one of our two recliners. He and my dad went back to their conversation and I drifted back off into my own thoughts. My heart was still beating a little quick over the kiss that I had just given my grandpa. Was I going crazy? I though to myself. I knew that what I had done with my dad over the weekend was flat out insane, but the truth was that I needed it. Everything that had been going on at school was driving me ape shit and exploring sex with my father actually helped me put things into perspective somehow.
Kissing my grandpa might seem normal to most people, but I couldn't ever remember doing that in my entire life before and yet doing it just then had given me butterflies as if I had just kissed a boy at a dance or something. I must be losing it.
My dad had left the toe nail clippers on the end table (an offense that my mom would have freaked about), and I picked them up. I brought my knee up to my chest and started trimming up my nails. It wasn't they really needed it, but it was something to fiddle with while my mind drifted.
There was no doubt that I was going to have to wait until the next weekend before I got to try anything else with my dad. He had said the other day that he wasn't my boy friend, and I knew what he meant by that. We weren't ever going to get married and have kids of our own and blah blah blah. That wasn't what I wanted from him anyway. He could say whatever he wanted but in a way he was my boy friend. He was the guy that I was going to experiment with—to learn about sex with. He would always be my first and nothing could ever change that. It didn't matter to me that we were never going to get married and have kids. The truth was the truth. He was the same to me as any other girl's first boy friend whether or not the plans were ever laid for a future didn't matter.
I finished with my left knee, which was the knee that was closest to both my dad and my grandpa and switched to my right, and went to work on that foot. There was something nagging at the back of my mind right at that second but I couldn't place it right away. I kept clipping and trimming away at my toes, but whatever it was that was trying to get to the surface of my mind wouldn't quit nagging at me.
I got to my pinky toe before it finally hit me. Both my dad and my grandpa's conversation had become a lot less intense and I finally realized that there both sets of their eyes kept drifting my way. I pretended to continue working at my foot, but at that point my attention was really on them. I couldn't figure out what the hell they kept looking at until my peripheral vision finally figured out where their gazes were going...
Right toward my crotch.
I was so lost in my own thought that I forgot I wasn't wearing any panties and while I wasn't giving them a really good view or anything because my legs weren't spread and my shirt was still partially covering, but they could still see enough to get their attention. Most girls would have rectified that situation but I did not.
I decided that maybe painting my toe nails was a good idea.
I got up and went to my room. Both my dad and my grandpa shifted uncomfortably in their seats as I did it. I let them believe that I didn't know what was going on. It was way more fun to let them think that I was unaware of the show that I had just given them. My dad had already gotten a close up view but I still thought the idea of seeing it right in front of his own dad might be at least somewhat thrilling to him. I had already seen first hand that he was a true pervert so it was probably right up his alley so to speak.
I went to my room and sifted through my drawers. I was never big on nail polish so I didn't have a whole lot to choose from. I guess there are disadvantages to being one of the guys, and this was one of them. I did have some polish, but it wasn't the greatest color. All I had was purple from when I was younger and went through a purple phase. At the time any new clothes I got always came in that color. I regretted that phase now, but I guess purple it was.
I went back to the living room and laid down on the couch, only this time I laid with my head at the end farthest away from the guys and faced toward them. My back was against the arm so my upper half was partially propped up. If they wanted to look then I would give them a good show.
I started with my fingernails. Doing that laying down wasn't the smartest way for a girl to paint her nails, but they didn't know that, and I doubted they'd care if they did know it. I opened up the polish but I didn't have a convenient place to put it so I tucked it between the fork in my legs above my shirt of course. I didn't want to give them too good of a show too fast or to be too obvious. I wanted to tease them a little first.
I went to work painting my nails. It was more difficult than I anticipated because my attention was on them as much as it was my nails. I was never really good at painting them in the first place, but the job that I was doing right then was actually quite horrible. Their were streaks everywhere. I was doing a good job of teasing them though.
The football game had started so they had a good excuse to not talk as much which fit right into my game. I started off just painting my nails. My shirt was at pretty much the top of my thighs so they had a good view of every inch of my legs and I was pretty sure that my dad could probably even see a little of my butt cheek because his angle was better for that. The couch was along the far wall and television was only a few feet away from me and off to my right, but just behind me. The guys could pretty much just watch the television and just flick their eyes a little bit in my direction at the right times if they wanted which suited me just fine. I planned on giving them more and more reason to do just that.
I finished my left hand and I decided to heat it up a little. I repositioned my left leg, bringing my foot closer to me, and leaning my knee up against the back of the couch. Both my dad and my grandpa's eyes jerked to my direction at the same time, and I had to fight back a smile.
I wasn't exactly sure how much they could see but I did know that they were both as hard as the streets in a ghetto. I put my hand flat on my raised leg and touched up some of the spots that I had missed. Just knowing that my kitten was within their eyesight was making my heart beat fast and furious, and I hoped that theirs were too. I watched as my gramps reached down and adjusted himself a little. He didn't look like he was as big as my dad, but having someone a little smaller inside of me might be a good thing. I might be able to actually feel more instead of focusing on not letting my insides be ripped to shreads by someone as big as my dad. I was actually starting to hope to be able to test that theory. Was I actually ready to fuck my grandpa though? Only time would tell that for sure.
I continued to pretend to be oblivious to their stares as I decided to put my other leg on the floor. It was time that these guys both had a better look at what I had to offer them. The idea of exposing myself to them, my grandpa in particular was sending chills down my spines.
My grandmother had passed before I was old enough to even remember her. She died of leukemia. I had heard my dad tell my mom once, (during one of the rare occasions when they weren't fighting) that he wished my grandpa would “get back on the saddle.” I knew that he meant dating and that he was thinking that my grandfather should try to find someone else to finish growing old with. My grandpa never did, and I wasn't sure but I didn't think that he even ever fooled around with anyone else since she died.
I thought about that as I continued the facade of painting my nails. There was no doubt in my mind that as soon as this was over I was going to go and find some nail polish remover and get rid of bad paint job, but for now I had better things to think about. With my leg on the floor they both had a pretty good view and neither one of them was even bothering to look at the T.V. I loved the idea of being able to take their minds off of football. I was pretty sure that was a big accomplishment because guys were all about sports.
I chanced a direct look at my grandpa. He glanced up at my eyes and his face flushed a little and he quickly turned his gaze back to the T.V.
It kind of bothered me that he obviously didn't think it was okay for me to know that he was looking between my legs. When he had thought that I didn't know I knew what was going on he had openly stared between my legs. I know in a way that is kind of the norm, and may even be considered polite to not stare at a girl's body parts but I wanted him to do it and I was pretty sure that made it different. That it made it okay.
I wanted to fix it ASAP, so I spread my legs even further. I could see his face flush so I knew he was aware of what I had done, but he still didn't look in my direction so I pulled my shirt higher up exposing even more flesh and I kept intentionally looking at him.
I decided right then and there that he had been alone for way too long and that it was time for him to get back into the saddle. I had also decided that I was going to the saddle that he rode. I wasn't going to marry him any more than I was my father, but gramps hadn't felt the touch of a woman in over ten years, and I was going to change that.
He still didn't look at me though. His face was a shade of pink and he was still as hard as ever, but I was pretty sure that he had decided that looking at his fourteen year old grand daughter's pussy was not exactly kosher.
It was though. Why shouldn't it be. He had my permission and I knew what I wanted and in my mind that was all that mattered.
“Grandpa,” I called to him.
He finally looked over, and I reached down and began to pet myself for him.
He turned his head away again, which only steeled my resolve.
“Grandpa,” I said delicately. “I like it when you look at me. It's okay if you do.”
“I don't know sunshine. Your just a...”
“Grandpa,” I said in my best seductive voice, as I inserted a finger inside of myself. “I'm not just a kid. I'm a young woman and I like the idea of making you happy. By the looks of it your pretty happy!”
I continued to slide my finger in and out for him and I scooted over a little so I could open myself even further.
“Keep watching me please!” I begged.
I reached down and spread my lips open for him and I licked my lips seductively.
“Do you really think I'm a kid grandpa?” I teased.
“I... um... Well sunshine... You are beautiful, but....”
“Then watch me and stop fighting it. I like it. I promise.”
“Are you sure?”
I nodded eagerly yes and inserted a two fingers into my pussy. Having him watch me was making me wet and hot inside so I slowly began to fuck myself with my fingers. My hips instinctively got into the action and they began to hump up and into my hand.
“Oh fuck grandpa this is so hot!” I said. “I think I want to fuck you!”
I'm not sure if he took that as permission or not but when I said that he began to unzip his jeans and take himself out. He started to stroke himself slowly as I continued pleasuring myself.
“Mmmmm, I like seeing it,” I told him. “Stroke it for me but don't let yourself come! I don't want you to waste it!”
Saying that out loud just sounded right to my ears and a jolt of hot sexual electricity shot through my body.
“I want you inside of me grandpa!” I said as I started hammering my fingers into my wet and slipper hole.
“Oh shit! I'm gonna come for you Grandpa,” I squealed just as come shot through my fingers.
My dad just watched as I got up after the last of my orgasmic convulsions stopped. I went over to my grandpa and straddled his lips. It was time to kiss him the way that I really wanted to.
I leaned in close to him, pinning his erection between both of our stomachs, and pressed my lips against his. At first he puckered tight the same way that he did the first time we kissed. This wasn't what I wanted so I parted my lips. He quickly understood what I had in mind and I felt his lips soften as he opened his mouth. Our tongues met and did the tango, first in his mouth and then in mine. I loved the idea of kissing him this way, and feeling his hardness pressed against my bare kitten.
His hands finally went to my buttocks and he began to explore the feel of my skin against his. His hands were rough and leathery from gardening, but for some reason that didn't bother me. I knew he worked hard and I welcomed his touch.
A part of me wondered what must be going through my dad's mind at that point, but ultimately it didn't matter. His words were that I wasn't his girlfriend, so I could do what I wanted with my body? Right?
Our tongues continued our dance, but I could feel the intensity that was there in the beginning starting to fade. It was time to move on, I thought, and I pulled back and began to slide my way down to his lap.
“You don't have to do that Sunshine,” he said as I took him into my hand.
I looked up at him, stuck my tongue out and licked the head of his throbbing erection.
“No, I don't.... But you want me to don't you?” I said teasingly and I took him partly into my mouth, but kept my gaze on his. I could see the indecision in his eyes. He wore the thoughts in his mind like an advertisement. He had always believed that girls didn't like to please men this way. I could see that on his face.
I wanted to please him, and I enjoyed doing it. His words were telling me I didn't have to but his eyes were asking me to keep going. I knew that I didn't just want to “get him off” and be done with it. I wanted to give him the time of his life and the only way to do that was to leave everything on the table.
I focused my attention on what I was doing and took him further into my mouth. I liked the way that he felt as he slid over my tongue. He was a lot smaller than my dad so it was easier, and I could do more of him.
His hands came up and went to my head, but he didn't apply any pressure. They simply went along for the ride as I bobbed up and down onto him. He began to moan which told me he was enjoying himself, and I increased my pace.
“Oh god Eva, I'm getting close,” he said. “You might want to stop.”
I lifted my head off of him and looked up at him.
“Can you come twice?”
He blinked his eyes and looked at me as if I had spoken a foreign language. He considered my words turning them over in his head like a curious man looking at an antique, and then nodded yes.
“Been a while, so yeah,” he said simply.
“Good you can come in my mouth then,” I answered and I went back to work.
I started to really get into it then. I couldn't help it. Pleasing him made me feel good. Maybe that's stupid. Maybe a girl my age should have her head in an entirely different place but I didn't care. There was some thrilling thing to me about satisfying his needs, and making him come that just felt right to me, and I wanted to give it my all. I started using my hands and my mouth at the same time massaging the lower part of his shaft as I used my tongue and my lips to give the top half of him pleasure.
His hips began to move up and down, and I couldn't help but to remember the way that I had done the same thing on the couch, as if it were instinct for both sexes to do that while being stimulated. I could feel his fingers tighten on my head, and I knew that he was getting close again.
“Oh shit Eva, here it comes girl!” He said.
A second later my mouth began to fill with his baby making juices. Even though he told me it was time I still wasn't prepared and I lost some. I did my best to drink what came out, but I couldn't get it all so after his third and final squirt I began to lick him clean.
I removed my shirt when I was done and went back to the couch. He sat there with a blank and drained look on his face.
“Grandpa,” I said. “My turn!”
He snapped back into the present, and looked at me. I spread my legs and began to toy with myself in front of him.
“Lick me,” I demanded. “Make me cum on your face like I did to you!” The dirty little girl in me delighted in my words. I got that drugged feeling all over as I spoke the words.
He got up from his chair, shed his trousers, and knelt down in front of me. He gave me an “are you sure look,” so I nodded my approval, and he bent down and gently licked my clit.
His tongue felt marvelous against me and my hands went to his partially balding head. His hair felt so soft and smooth and reminded me of a babies head. I pulled him in a little closer, encouraging him for more and he took the hint. He began licking up and down my pussy lips, first on the outside and then on the inside.
“Oh grandpa. Your tongue feels so good,” I moaned.
His confidence grew and he started working my clit with his tongue with more vigor. He seemed to know exactly what I wanted as if he'd licked me a thousand times before and I could feel myself getting warmer inside. He inserted a calloused finger into me sending sparks throughout my lower region.
“Oh god yeah,” I said and I widened my legs to welcome the intrusion.
I looked over and my dad was watching us. I licked my lips at him as our eyes met, and couldn't help but to laugh inside at his puppy dog eyes. I might let him join in later, but for now this was all about me and my gramps. He would have to wait his turn.
My grandpa began to finger fuck me with more intensity and to stoke the fires inside of me. It wasn't going to take him long at all to make me squirt and I couldn't wait to watch his face get drenched.
“Oh god gramps. I'm getting closer. Lick my pussy grandpa. Make me come!” I begged.
He reached up with his free hand and tweeked my nipple and that brought me instantly over the edge. I squirted. As soon as I did he covered me with his mouth, and caught the last half.
I think he wanted me as much as I wanted him because as soon as he had me licked clean he came up and mounted me. I was lubed and ready and he he slid right in as soon as he felt my opening.
“Oh god fuck me grandpa,” I moaned loudly. His hips answered my begging call and he thrust his hips forward, filling me up. It turned out that I was right about his size. He fit much better and the feeling turned out to be more intense.
“Faster,” I panted. “Fuck me faster grandpa.”
He repositioned us a little better so that my butt was on the very edge of the couch. Then he grabbed me underneath my knees and began to pound deep into me, as if he were trying to nail me into the couch. The friction in our lower region felt marvelous as he increased the pace. His large ball-sack smacking into my butt crack with every pounce.
“Oh god Eva, you feel so tight and wet!”
“My pussy feels good to you?” I asked him
“Oh God yeah!”
“Come inside of it then!” I said to him.
He gave me a serious look. Kind of like I was a little crazy, and in a way he was right. The idea of letting my grandpa come inside of me turned me on even more. I wanted his baby making juices where they were supposed to be. My mom had me on the pill to “regulate my period,” but I knew that was just an excuse. In her mind I was nothing but a little slut.
The funny thing to me was that if she knew what I was doing right then she would actually be delighted. She wouldn't be happy because she was perverted enough to want me to have sex with her ex, or her exe's dad. She would be happy because my doing would make her right in her eyes. I didn't care about that, because I knew she would never find out, and because if having sex with the two men that I loved made me a slut then I was happy to be one.
“You want me to come inside of you?” he asked doubtfully.
“Yes! Put you baby juice inside of me!” I said in my dirty little playful way.
“Oh God Eva, I can't believe I'm gonna do this,” but he slammed himself deep into me and grunted. His eyes squinted shut and his body went rigid as he pumped into me.
My grandpa kissed me on the lips and then the forehead before he got up, and haggardly went back to his chair. I had successfully fucked all of the energy out of him and I knew that I had given him a memory that he would never forget for the rest of his life. I felt accomplished.
My dad gave me another look. In his own way he was asking for permission to come over. He wanted his turn. He was ready but I was not.
It was amazing to me how quickly my thoughts had changed. That morning I had been disappointed because I didn't think I would have a chance to have sex with him. Here was my opportunity and in all honesty I just didn't want to. I felt like the moment I had just shared with my gramps was enough, and adding him into it would have changed that somehow.
I knew that he was turned on and I decided I should at least let him have his release though.
“I don't think I can handle doing it again, but you can come anyplace you want,” I said.
“I understand sweetie,” he said. I think you've had enough for the day.
He got up and went to the bathroom and I went and cuddled with my gramps. He wrapped his arms around me, and I fell asleep almost immediately. I felt so comfortable, and secure lying there, and I think he fell asleep too.
When I woke up again it was time for me to go. My mom was waiting for me out in the car so I ran to my room and dressed in a hurry. I was just about to run out of my room when I remembered that one thing that I needed to not forget.
The morning after pill.
My secret was only safe if I didn't let myself get pregnant. If that happened I would lose the two men in my left that gave my world sanity.
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