I was so excited, just me and my Dad alone. I was always trying to make him proud and please him. He was always so busy working, there were so many nights I went to sleep before he returned home. Then when he was home, I had to share him with my mother and brother. But during the summer my brother went away to camp and I stayed home. My mother was busy golfing and going to the beach, so I spent most of my time alone.

One Thursday night my father announced to me to pack some clothes for the weekend, he was taking me camping. I was so happy! I remember dancing back to my bedroom to pack some things. Just me and Daddy! I couldn't remember when we were alone last. I put together some things and went to sleep with a big smile on my face. I was going to be really good, maybe Daddy would want to spend more time with me.

I was so happy sitting next to my Dad in the car. Listening to the radio, watching the beautiful scenery go by. I would occasionally find myself looking at my Dad. I was just amazed that he took the time to be with me alone. I felt so fortunate.

I was short for my age, sort of cute, or so the boys at school thought. I had long brown hair and big green eyes that people always complimented. My lips were kind of thick, "pouty" was what my Mom called them. I was athletic, so although I was thin, I was still muscular. Built sort of similar to my father, I had noted sitting next to him. He was on the short side, maybe 5'9" and thin but muscular too. He had brown hair although there was some gray mixed in as well. He had the same green eyes I did but his lips weren't as thick as mine. I thought he was really good-looking, well, for my Dad.

We finally arrived at the campsite early that evening. My father pitched the tent as I unpacked the car. We ate some sandwiches for dinner, we were not in the mood to cook. After dinner we decided to explore the area a bit. We found a trail near the campsite and headed down it. It was still light out, although the sun was beginning to drop from the sky. It was really pretty though. The sky had turned a beautiful color, red with streaks of orange and yellow. It sort of set the tone for a nice peaceful stroll through the pines.

I led the way, my father close behind me. I was playing around with him, stopping so he would walk into me. We were laughing and having such a great time. We found a clearing that overlooked a magnificent green valley edged in wildflowers. He started to tease me now, pretending to push me over. I knew he was kidding but instinctually I held on tight, grabbing the waistband of his jeans. I felt his big hands on my back, then on my ass. The hands were gently pushing me close to the edge. I had no choice but to push back. So I pressed my ass back into his hand. Then he turned me around and pulled me towards him. He gave me a big hug. But it felt different from before. I could feel his power. I could also feel his hardness. Wow, all of a sudden I was warm. I felt a tingling sensation between my legs. I pulled away from him, a little nervous and confused. I was still pretending it was a game, but somehow knowing it wasn't. I told him it was getting late and we should head back. He took my hand and we started to walk back to the campsite.

As we walked he pulled me closer and slipped his arm around my shoulder. It felt really nice there. Like it belonged. I leaned into his body as we walked. He remarked how beautiful the sky was now. The deep purple of nightfall had taken over the red and orange of dusk. Millions of stars were beginning to sparkle. There were no skies like this back home in the city. I could stare up at it for hours. My Dad suggested, when we got back to the tent I change into my pajamas and come sit by the fire with him. We could look up at the night sky together. Maybe even see a shooting star.

When we returned to the campsite I told him I'd be right back, I was going to change. I noticed when I took my pants off, my panties felt a little damp in the crotch. I had only felt that a few times before. And always when I had masturbated. Was I really that turned on? From my Dad? How could that be? He was my father! I decided to ignore it. Who knew where it came from? Maybe it was the mountain air! Certainly not from playing around with him.

I went back outside and my Dad was sitting by the fire. He patted the blanket next to him and told me to come sit there. I sat down and he put his arm around me pulling me close to him. It felt nice leaning next to his warm body. I rested my head on his shoulder watching the fire. His hand started running up and down my arm, then he slowly started to tickle me under my arm. I was giggling and trying to wriggle away from him. I was sliding under his arm, but he was holding me tight. I ended up laying in front of him with my night shirt up around my neck, but I wasn't able to pull it down as he was holding my wrists with one hand.

His other hand was on my belly. But then he slowly moved it up my body until he reached my breasts. My nipples were very hard and stuck out further than I could ever remember. They felt as if they were going to burst. He ran his fingers over them, gently pinching them. I was afraid to move, so I just closed my eyes and laid there. He still held my wrist firmly as he leaned over and began to suck on my nipples. I heard a moaning and it took a moment to realize it was me! I felt my hips lifting up, as if they had a mind of their own. What was happening to me? I was so turned on, that I knew. But I had never felt like this before. I was dizzy from it.

As he sucked harder on my nipples I felt his hand running down to my thighs. Instinctively I spread my legs. He slid his hand into my panties. He made a comment on how wet I was. I could sense my cheeks turning red. He let go of my wrists and pulled my panties down. Then he took them off and tied my wrists together with them. My arms were now above my head. He spread my legs wide and moved between them. I kept my eyes closed, I was too nervous to open them. Honestly, I was scared it might all suddenly stop. It was as if it were all a dream. I had a feeling of almost floating there while my body was experiencing something really incredible.

I felt his tongue licking my between my legs. He was sucking on "that spot." The one I so often rubbed before going to sleep. Oh, but it felt so much better like this. I was moaning louder now. My hips bucking up to meet his mouth. As he sucked me I could feel his fingers inside me. I think it was two, but couldn't be sure. Then I felt his other hand on my nipples. Pinching them between his fingers. It hurt, but it also felt really good. How could that be? I felt the pain in the middle of my nipples, but I felt so much pleasure from it, deep within me. I was so confused by all the feelings. I didn't know anything except I didn't want it to stop.

I became aware of something building inside me. My breath was coming faster now, my head was spinning. I was covered in a sheen of sweat, my body twitching. I felt a wave rising up from deep within me, faster and faster. Then I exploded. I was moaning loudly, my hips moving up and back, slamming against my father's mouth. Slowly it subsided. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't hear anything except my panting. In my excitement I had somehow managed to really knot my panties around my wrists. Now my hands were tightly bound. My father stood up and looked down at me. I was not able to meet his eyes. I felt suddenly embarrassed, afraid, yet still turned on.

He reached over me and pulled me up to my knees. He stood in front of me now and I was looking into the crotch of his pants. I saw his fingers unzipping his jeans Then he pulled out his cock. I had never actually seen one live before. It looked much larger than I thought it would. The big head at the top, almost as purple as the night sky overhead. And what were all those veins? He told me to kiss it. I did. He told me to suck it, like a popsicle. I did. He continued to give me instructions on how to properly suck it. I realized while I was doing it that he was now becoming turned on. His breath was getting quicker. I liked that quite a bit. I enjoyed pleasing him, making him feel good. He put his hands on the back of my head and moved it in rhythm with his body. My mouth was starting to hurt but I wouldn't think of stopping.

Not that I could have anyway, with his hands holding my head and my wrists still bound together. I could feel his cock hitting the back of my throat and I had to fight not to gag. I was breathing through my nose but it still seemed hard to really get a breath. Then I could hear him begin to moan. He was moving his hips faster, fucking my mouth harder and harder. His cock banging against the back of my throat. Then all of a sudden I could feel something in my mouth and throat. Then I could taste it. I wanted to spit, but he held my head firmly, so I had no choice but to swallow. So much. But I swallowed all of it. Then he took his hands off my head and he walked away. My hands were still tied together but I managed to stand up. I didn't know what to do so I went into the tent. I couldn't open the sleeping back, so I just laid down on top of it. I must have fallen asleep because next thing I knew it was dawn.

I was alone in the tent but I could hear my father outside tending the fire. It was a chilly August morning, especially for me since I was still naked. I didn't know what else to do since my wrists were still tied together so I stepped outside to ask my father to help untie me. When I stepped out, he was drinking a cup of coffee by the fire. I was embarrassed to be standing naked in front him, especially with my wrists still tied up with my panties. He looked up and saw me standing there. He put his cup down and came over to me.

"Well, that's some predicament you have there for yourself, love?" I bit my lower lip and looked at the ground, somehow unable to find my voice.

He put his hand under my chin and lifted my face towards him. When I looked up at him I saw he was smiling. Not a smile like he was laughing at me, more like he was pleased with me. If I could had thrown my arms around him I would have. I felt so much love for him at that moment. He kissed my forehead and stepped back.

"Boy, you are sure becoming a beautiful woman sweetie," he almost whispered to me, "I can't believe you're my baby."

I blushed at his comment. "Thanks Daddy." I said shyly.

He pulled his Swiss army knife from his pocket and opened the blade. He gently cut the panties away.

"Shame to waste such a cute pair of panties" he laughed.

"It's ok Daddy, I have more with me" I giggled.

"Ok, Hon, go wash and get dressed, I want to go for a long hike today."

So I went back to the tent, grabbed some clothes and headed for the campground bathroom. I was deliriously happy now. My Daddy and I had shared something really special last night, I knew that. He made me feel so good. I wondered if we would do it again. Dare I even think it? I quickly washed and ran back to our campsite. After a quick breakfast we headed out for out hike.

It was a beautiful day. Still cool out, but becoming warmer. The sky was a crisp azure blue and not a cloud could be seen. We walked along until we reached some more serious trails. My father chose one that although challenging, he knew I would be able to handle it. Up we went. Climbing along, sometimes over huge boulders until we finally reached the top. We barely had spoken along the way. Absorbed in the task of hiking, we both were silent. I didn't think about anything except the trail I was on. When we reached the clearing at the top my father decided we should have some lunch and sit for a little bit. I hadn't realized we had been climbing for several hours. I sat down on a small boulder and looked out at the view. It really was incredible. You could see for miles, the mountains and the valleys. Everything was so green and clear. Even the air smelled different, fresher. My father handed me a sandwich and I sat there and ate it. As I ate I reflected on the previous night. It seemed as if it were all a fantasy. But I knew it wasn't. My wrists still bore the marks of my panties on them. I looked down at them, almost proud to bear the marks.

When I looked up my father was staring at me. Something in his eyes made me blush. He smiled and asked me if I was all right.

"Yes, Daddy, why?" I asked.

He stood up and walked toward me, "you seem awfully quiet today, I want to make sure you are ok."

Was he kidding? "Daddy, I'm very happy. I am having the best time here with you, I am much better than ok!" I answered.

He stopped in front of me and put one hand on my shoulder, he put the other hand under my chin and lifted my face up. He leaned down and kissed me on the mouth. As he had his mouth on me I felt his other hand move from my shoulder down my back, pushing me toward him. His tongue moved into my mouth. I had done this a few times with a boy from school. I think I surprised him by putting my tongue in his mouth and moving it around. We kissed like that for what seemed like forever. I felt as if I were dreaming, there was no time, nothing but us. He stopped and stood up in front of me. I could see how hard he was, as his crotch was eye level. I was too afraid to look into his eyes and I didn't want to stare at his hardness, so I looked at the ground.

He must have sensed my embarrassment because he laughed and said, "Come on, let's head back."

So, off we went, back down the mountain to our campsite to spend our last night together. I wonder what will happen tonight, I thought, as we headed down the trail.

Upon our return my father suggested we each go wash up and get ready to prepare dinner. When I came back from the bathroom he already had the fire started and was lighting the stove. We cooked dinner in silence, I guess we were thinking about other things. I know I was thinking about what the night ahead held in store for me. I knew about sex, I learned about that at school and from my girlfriends. Could it be possible my father and I could have sex? No, I doubt he would want to do that with me. Fooling around was one thing, but actually having sex was something entirely different. Maybe we could just do what we did last night again. Yes, that felt fantastic and I would love to feel like that again. Especially that my hands were all tied up in my panties, that made it even more exciting. And the little bit of pain I felt. That really confused me, pain that made me feel good. But I wasn't about to start questioning it. As I thought all of this I felt my father's gaze. I looked up from the pot I was mixing some soup in and was looking into his eyes.

"Soup almost ready kid?" he asked.

"Just about Daddy" I told him. Hmm, worrying more about dinner, maybe tonight held nothing in store for me.

After a dinner of vegetable soup and fried eggs we cleaned everything up. When that was all done we sat down across from each other watching the fire.

"So, did you have a nice time with your old man?" my father asked me, his eyes smiling.

"Of course Daddy, I wish it could always be like this, just you and me."

He nodded his head in agreement, "me too." With that said I got up and went over to him. I sat down next to him and leaned into his body while putting my arm around him. "I love you so much Daddy" I whispered to him. I felt his arm go around me. "I love you too angel" he whispered back, "you really make Daddy happy."

We sat like that, our arms around each other for a little while. Slowly I felt my father's hand move from my shoulder down my chest until it was on top of my right breast.

"Nice hard nipple you have there sweetie" he commented. I noticed his voice sounded a little different.

I just giggled in embarrassment. He started to play with it over my flannel shirt, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Then he slid his hand into my shirt and continued playing with it.

"You like that?" he asked.

"Yeah, it feels really nice Daddy" I breathed in response.

I noticed my voice was deep and husky. I could feel myself getting wet. I was responding to my father's wonderful touch. He told me to unbutton my shirt. I did. After it was completely undone he slide it off my shoulders and removed it from me. He told me to lay back on the blanket. I stretched out on my back, topless, as he laid next to me on his side. He leaned over and sucked on my nipples, first one then the other. The both became very hard. I felt his hand slide down my body, over my stomach. Then I was aware of my jeans being unbuttoned and unzipped. My father then stood up and walked to where my feet where. He leaned down and untied my boots then pulled my jeans off, taking my panties with them. I was laying there naked. He stood there watching me for what seemed like a long time.

"You look so cute there, chewing on your lower lip like that. Daddy's little girl, eh?" he rhetorically asked.

I looked up at with my wide eyes not sure what to do. He knelt down between my legs and put his face into my crotch. He used his fingers to part my lips and began sucking on my clit. I knew I was wet, I could hear him sucking my juices. I felt his fingers probing me. I spread my legs as far as I could. I wanted to feel it inside now. I needed to something to penetrate me. The desire was driving me crazy. It was as if there was an itch deep within me I just couldn't scratch.

"Daddy, please. Please do it." I desperately cried.

He lifted his mouth off of me, "do what baby? Tell me what you want. Beg me for it." His voice was harsh, commanding me.

"Fuck me." I whispered. "Please Daddy, I need it. I need to feel you inside me."

"Has anyone been inside you before baby?" he demanded.

"No Daddy, never." I told him the truth. I was a virgin, having only been felt up over my shirt one time.

With that my father stood up and unzipped his pants. He got back down on top of me with his pants down around his ankles. I felt him between my legs. He was rubbing his cock up against my pussy. Then I felt him slowly put the head in. Yes, that's it. I wanted more in me. I started to move my hips up.

"Such a slut. Trying to fuck me, moving your cunt up to meet me. Tell me how much you want it!" he hissed at me.

"Yes, Daddy! Please fuck me. Fuck me hard. I need to feel you all the way inside me!" I cried begging him to do me.

Then in one motion, he thrust his hard cock deep inside me. I felt a sharp searing pain, then a throbbing dull pain. Then he moved back out, then in again and the pain began mixing with a wonderful sensation. I moved my hips in rhythm to his. I couldn't believe it. I lost my virginity. Wow! Unreal. And to my own father! That made me so hot. How wild! I got caught up in the feelings and just let go. I was feeling so great. I felt my father's hands under me. He rolled over, pulling me along with his hands. I still had his cock in me, only now I was on top if it.

"Fuck me. Move your hips and fuck me good baby. Make Daddy cum in your hot cunt."

I started to ride his cock. Using my knees and hips, I bucked up and down. I felt the sweat pouring off of me now. I was dripping in more places than one. Then I felt his hips moving also. Oh yeah, he was going to cum. That turned me on so much. I rode him even faster. Thrusting my hips as hard as I could. I was so consumed with trying to make him cum, I was surprised when I felt his fingers begin playing with my clit.

"Cum on baby. Fuck me good. Let's cum together. Move that cunt, baby," he spat out as he was approaching his climax.

Then he began to cum. I could feel the first shot deep inside me. Then I felt my orgasm. It was so intense. My body twitching on top of my father. I laid my head down on his chest, riding the waves of pleasure. He grabbed my ass and squeezed it hard as he continued to shoot his cum into my pussy. It was as if we were one. Both moving our hips in time to each other. Our sweat mixing. Our bodies melting together. I never wanted this feeling to end.

When we both finally finished we lay there for quite a bit. I think I even dozed off for a little while, feeling rather comfortable. Then my dad whispered in my ear that it was late and we should get some sleep. I sort of slipped off my father's body and stood up. I felt some of his cum drip out of me. I couldn't resist. I reached down and put my finger into it. I lifted my finger to my mouth and licked it off. I could taste the saltiness of my father's cum, mixed with the sweetness of my pussy juice. I looked up to find my father smiling at me.

"You really are a slut." He laughed.

He took my hand and we went to the tent. We feel asleep with my head on his chest and his arm securely around me.

The next morning we packed up the car and headed home. About fifteen minutes from the house I decided to ask him. It had been a very quiet ride home.

"Daddy, will we ever do that again?" I asked.

"Do what? Go camping?"

"No. I mean, well, um, have sex." I stammered.

"Yes, of course baby. Someone has to teach you how to be a good slut." He said with a grin.

I smiled broadly, I could hardly wait to see what he had in store for me...

Gerald watched the azure water glide by underneath the plane. Seeing an occasional whitecap break the surface of the water, he wondered what it would be like to be out on a boat in the ocean. But those thoughts only occupied his mind for a few moments, before he returned to his son's family. It had been five years since he had seen Bob and Ann. Wondering how much they had aged, he recalled how pretty his son's wife, Ann, was. And his granddaughter, Julie, looked stunning in the occasional picture he had received from them. She had been away at summer school the last time he had visited, so he hadn't seen her for seven years. She had only been thirteen the last time he saw her, but even then already a budding beauty. Way back then, he could see Emily in her looks. Dear, sweet Emily, he thought. She'd been gone for eight months now. And he missed her terribly...

Choking back a sob, he turned his eyes back to the ocean...

Listening to the screech of the tires on the tarmac, he felt a shudder run through the aircraft as it quickly slowed. Watching the landscape flash by outside the window, he realized he was a little apprehensive about seeing Bob and Ann. Wiping his sweaty palms on his pants, he felt the plane swerve off the runway as it headed for the docking chute. Before he knew it, he was walking down the concourse, scanning the waiting crowd for Bob and Ann.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat as he spotted Emily in the crowd. It was really her, he told himself. Only she was a much younger Emily. Only twenty or so. Then she waved at him, and he realized that the woman must be his granddaughter, Julie. She was smiling from ear to ear as he went around the barrier and stepped up to her.

"Granpa Lane," she bubbled, "welcome home."

"My goodness, Julie," he smiled, pulling her to him and giving her a big hug. "You're all grown up."

"I'm afraid so," she laughed, hugging him back.

It was then that he became uncomfortably conscious of her breasts. They were big. Very big, he thought as he felt them pressed against his chest. Ashamed that he had even noticed them, he quickly released her and stepped back.

"Uh...where are Bob and Ann?" he asked, a slight blush coloring his cheeks.

"Dad got called down to Jamaica to fix a glitch in one of the computers," she smiled, taking his hand and leading him toward the luggage carousel. "And you know mom. Not one to pass up a free vacation, she tagged along with him. They'll be back on Monday, so I guess that you're stuck with me for the weekend."

"You know that you look just like your Nana Emily," he told her. "Why I thought it was her when I saw you. I can't get over how much you look like her."

"Why, thank you," she smiled giving his hand a little squeeze. "I always thought Nana was so pretty."

"And so are you. You're a beautiful, young woman," he told her.

He had such a bizarre feeling, standing by his granddaughter waiting for his luggage. It felt like he was standing by Emily. Dear, sweet Emily. He missed her so much. He had an almost overpowering urge to take this younger Emily into his arms. Take her into his arms and bring her back. To have her as his wife again.

Steeling himself against the urge, he felt a tear trickle down his cheek.

"What's wrong, Granpa?" Julie asked, reaching up and wiping the tear off his cheek.

Unable to stop himself, he grasped her hand and gently kissed her soft fingertips.

"You just look so much like Emily," he murmured as she looked back at him with a confused look on her face.

They finally got his luggage and made their way out to Julie's little sports car. He tossed his suitcase into the tiny trunk and quickly stepped around to the passenger side of the car. He couldn't stop himself from watching his granddaughter slide down into the bucket seat behind the wheel. As she did, her short skirt rode up so high on her long, shapely leg, he could almost see her panties.

"Come on, Granpa," she laughed at him, looking up at him, seemingly unconcerned about the large expanse of exposed flesh.

"Uh, uh, okay," he gibbered, opening the door and sliding in beside her.

Ashamed that he was taking notice of his granddaughter's legs, he was at the same time glad he was wearing wrap-around sunglasses. Her long, black hair streamed out behind her as she shifted through the gears, inching her skirt higher and higher up her creamy thigh. Then he felt a sudden jolt of adrenaline spark through his cock. He could see her panties. Either, she was completely oblivious that they were exposed, or she didn't care.

I may be her grandfather, he told himself, but I'm a man, too. Looking away, he tried to control the stirring down inside his cock, but nothing seemed to help as her gorgeous legs kept drawing his eyes back to them. And before long, his deviant interest in her was evident, pushing up against the front of his pants. You're one sick son of a bitch, he told himself. How can you let yourself get aroused by your own granddaughter? Sick...sick...sick...

Suddenly, she was downshifting and braking to a stop in front of the house. This caused such a ruckus with her skirt that almost the entire crotch of her panties were in view. And it seemed to Gerald that the crotch of her panties was gleaming wetly.

"Well, here we are," she said, turning the car off.

"Uh-huh," he muttered foolishly, watching her throw the door open and step out of the car.

Looking back over at him, she gave him a suggestive grin and shoved her skirt back down, straightening it with her hands.

"Aren't you going to get out," she laughed, glancing down at the obvious bulge in his pants.

"Uh, yeah, yeah," he muttered, shoving his door open.

Struggling up out of the bucket seat, he held his hand in front to hide himself from her. Jerking the bonnet open, he tugged his suitcase up in front of him to hide the obvious bulge. As he did, she gave out a little giggle and started up the sidewalk toward the house.

Mesmerized by the delightful view of her delectable derrière swishing from side to side, he openly stared at it.

"Come on, Granpa," she said over her shoulder, "It's hot out here."

"Too damned hot," he muttered under his breath, slamming the trunk shut and starting after her...

Julie showed him his room and told him she was going to get freshened up and put on something a little more comfortable. Damn, I gotta pee like a race horse, Gerald told himself as he hurried down to the bathroom. Those two beers I had on the plane wanted out. Turning the knob, he pushed the door open and started to step inside. Suddenly, his eyes flew wide open and his chin dropped as he gawked at the beautiful body that stood before him.

"Emily!" he grunted. "Emily!"

How could she be here, he frantically asked himself, staring at her beautiful backside.

"Granpa Lane," he heard her say.

It wasn't Emily...it was Julie...his granddaughter, Julie, he dizzily thought as he continued to stare.

"My God," he grunted, staring down at her beautiful ass.

A jolt of electricity shot through his twitching cock, immediately followed by a jolt of shame tearing through his mind. This was his granddaughter he was gawking at like some love-struck teenager, he admonished himself.

"Granpa Lane," she murmured, spinning on her bare foot, turning to face him.

"Damn, Julie, I'm sorry," he muttered, but couldn't keep his eyes from sweeping over her hairless pussy and then up to the most beautiful pair of tits he had ever seen.

She gave him a demure little smile, but brazenly made no effort to hide herself as he stumbled back out of the bathroom, slamming the door closed behind him.

He'd known she was a pretty girl, but this. This was beyond belief. She was the most beautiful woman, he'd ever seen. Bar none. Even more beautiful than his dear Emily.

And now, the image of her naked body was indelibly seared into his brain. He would never be able to forget the sight of her big, perfectly shaped tits jutting out at him. They were unbelievably perfect.

You old pervert, he chastised himself. She's your granddaughter for Christ's sake. The fruit of your loins, twice removed. But no matter what his brain said, his body was instinctively responding to the gorgeous, naked creature. But the weirdest part of the whole situation had been her reaction to his sudden appearance, he thought. She hadn't seemed concerned in the least. In fact, she had seemed to enjoy his stupefied adoration. He didn't know what to think.

Stumbling down to the other bathroom, he hurriedly stepped inside and closed the door behind him. His cock was aching to pee, but now found he couldn't, as his big cock had stiffened into pee-blocking hardness.

Straining, he tried to make his cock cooperate, but every time it started to soften, the picture of Julie popped into his head, making his prick stiffen again. Finally, he splashed enough cold water on it to subdue it.

At last, he could pee. It seemed like he peed for five minutes before his bladder was empty. Finished, he zipped up and flushed the toilet. Now what, he asked himself. How could he face his granddaughter again?

Wishing he could blot out the image of his beautiful granddaughter, he stepped back down to his room. He couldn't explain the bizarre thoughts that filled his head. He had never had any sick feelings like this toward his granddaughter.

But she looked so much like his dear, sweet Emily. A beautiful, youthful Emily. It was almost as if Emily had come back to him. Come back to haunt him with her alluring beauty. He had never believed in reincarnation, but now he began to wonder...

Realizing that he was hungry, he got up and made his way down to the kitchen, not knowing what he would say to Julie when he saw her again.

When he stepped into the kitchen, he found Julie sitting at the table, eating a bowl of cereal.

"Julie, hon, I'm sorry," he mumbled, feeling like a tongue-tied boy, not knowing what else to say. "I should've knocked. I shouldn't have burst in on you like that."

"Forget it, Granpa Lane," she laughed, staring up at him through her tortoise shell, wire-framed glasses. "It's really not that big a deal. Don't get yourself into a lather over it. I know that you didn't do it on purpose. Don't think anything about it."

"You're right, I didn't do it on purpose," he blushed. "I just want you to know that."

"It's okay...really," she said, shoving another spoonful of cereal into her mouth.

"Just so you know," he said, shuffling over to the fridge.

"Anyway...what did you think?" she asked him with a mischievous glint in her eye as she slowly chewed on her cereal.

"Think? Think about what?" he asked her, opening the fridge.

"My body! Did you think it was pretty?" she grinned.

He had seen that grin a million times. It was the grin Emily used on him when she was teasing him. And now, here it was again...

"Wha-What-Julie, why I never," he groaned, his face growing beet red.

"Oh, come on, Granpa Lane. Don't be a prude," she laughed. "Tell me what you thought."

He was shocked by her casual attitude about their encounter. He didn't know what to do as he stood staring at her with open-mouthed confusion.

"Is my body as pretty as Nana Emily's was?" she asked him, nonchalantly dipping her spoon back into her cereal.

Where was all this leading, he dizzily asked himself? Baffled by it all, he just stood staring at her in shocked silence.

"Well?" she grinned up at him casually chewing on the cereal.

"Yes...prettier," he finally choked out. "But...but I can't believe we're having this conversation. "You...you're my granddaughter! I'm not supposed to, supposed to you know..."

"Not supposed to what, Granpa Lane?" she smiled.

"What? What did you say?" he sputtered, staring at her in disbelief and shock.

Who was this girl, he asked himself? Who was this girl who had replaced his dear, innocent granddaughter Julie. It must be Emily, he crazily thought. Why else would she tease him like this? Julie would never do or say anything so suggestive... Would she? He must admit, he didn't know the girl. Why he hadn't even seen her in seven years. Such stretches of absence certainly didn't lend itself to close ties. But no matter what, it didn't account for her casual attitude toward their relationship. They were still granddaughter and grandfather. He couldn't let anything happen between them. He was, after all the adult. But then, he realized that they were both adults. Even though he was sixty-five, she was twenty-two, whatever happened between them would be between consenting adults, wouldn't it?

"Would you like to see them again?" she smiled, shaking slightly and making her big tits lurch heavily under her Dallas Cowboy jersey.

"What? What did you say?" he grunted, staring down at her tits as they wiggled and jiggled under the jersey.

The way they moved around, it was obvious that there was nothing restraining their movement. She wasn't wearing a brassiere...

"Here," she laughed, putting her spoon down, reaching down to the hem of the shirt.

"Emily..." he choked out, watching her slowly lift the jersey up off her beautiful breasts.

"No, I'm Julie," she murmured. "Do you still think they're prettier than Nana Emily's?"

Gawking down at the beautiful treasures, he studied them with a deep reverence. They were certainly the most exquisitely shaped breasts he had ever seen. Full, heavy, perfectly rounded, as they jutted out at him in all their glory. "Well?" she murmured, still holding the jersey above them as she mischievously smiled at him.

"Yes...yes...the prettiest I've seen...ever," he groaned.

"Would you like to touch them, hold them, play with them?" she asked, thrusting them out at him.

"Julie...what are you doing? Why are you doing this? Why are you taunting me like this? You know that we can't...can't do this! It's wrong!"

Then to his astonishment, she quickly lifted the jersey up over her head, pulling it off and dropping it onto the table.

"Emily...Emily...Please," he wept.

"I'm not Emily," Julie said. "I'm your granddaughter...your granddaughter Julie."

"Emily...Julie," he groaned, "How could I live with myself if I did this?"

"How...how can something between consenting adults be wrong?" she asked him.

"But I'm your grandfather for God's sake," he wept, "How can we..."

"Pretend, then...pretend that I'm Nana Emily," she murmured.

"How? Why me?" he asked her, trying to stop his pounding heart from bursting from his chest. "How can you feel this way toward me...me, your grandfather of all people..."

"I don't know," she cried out. "Why does the Sun come up every morning? Why is the sky, blue? Why did Nana Emily have to die? Why are you and I all alone? Why do I want to hold you and comfort you? Why do I want to fill the void in your life? I don't know why! There are no answers to any of those questions. That's just the way it is..."

"God!" he groaned, loosing all control and stumbling toward her.

Fearing that his heart might burst or a bolt of lightening would flash down from the sky the moment his fingers touched her quivering breasts, he stopped in front of her. Reaching down to them with numb fingers, he delicately cupped the heavy globes of flesh, cradling them gently in his palms as if the touch of his hands would destroy them. Adoringly, he fingered the nipples sticking out of the tapered, pink cones tipping her breasts. Watching him, she stared down at his caressing hands.

"So soft...so smooth," he mumbled, rubbing his thumbs back and forth across the hardening buds sticking out at him.

"You know, Gerald...Granpa Lane," she said, looking up at him and running the tip of her tongue over her lips, "You always brought me a big sucker when you visited! A big, purple sucker!

"Uh, yes, I remember," he mumbled, delicately teasing her nipples with his thumbs as she looked up at him, a coy smile playing at the corners of her full, red lips.

"Did you bring me one this time?" she asked, lifting her hand up to the obvious swell jutting out against the front of his trousers.

"Huh," he grunted numbly as her fingers brushed across the bulge.

"Is this it? Is this the sucker you brought me, Granpa Lane?" she laughed softly.

"Uh...yes, yes, if you want it," he stuttered, slowly easing her breasts back down onto her chest and taking a step backwards.

"Yes, I want it," she smiled, expectantly dropping her eyes down to it. "I want to lick your lollipop..."

"Oh, God," he groaned, hoping he wouldn't faint dead away the moment her tongue touched his throbbing cock.

"It looks so big, sticking out like that," she murmured, reaching to it and rubbing it through his pants.

Then Gerald felt himself growing light-headed and realized that he wasn't breathing as she slowly unzipped his pants.

Spreading his pants open, she gawked at the big bulge pushing out against white, cotton shorts. Looking down at her in a testosterone-induced fog, he watched her ease her fingers down under the waistband of his jockey shorts. Then, she gave out a soft, little snort and jerked them down his legs, freeing his impressive cock.

"Oh...oh...Wow!" she gasped, staring down at the big, eight-inch cock standing at attention, jutting up out of his groin, pointing straight up at the ceiling. "It's...it's so big...Wow!"

"It's not what you were expecting?" he grunted, looking down at her as she stared at it.

"I...I didn't think it would be that...that big," she mumbled. "It's a lot bigger...bigger than any I've ever seen before."

Strangely, a spark of jealousy fired off in his brain. It was difficult imagining her with another man.

"Can I touch it?" she asked him, reaching for it.

"You know that we're probably going to be struck dead for what we're doing," he grunted as her hot fingertips brushed against his cock, making it twitch and jump.

"It's so hot...hot and hard," she murmured, running her fingers down it.

"This is so fucking wrong," he groaned as she curled her hand around his cock. "How could I be such a pervert? Letting you, you, my sweet, dear granddaughter touch me...touch me like this? I'll roast in hell!"

"I'm going to do more than just touch you, Granpa," she said, easing herself down onto her knees in front of him.

"Oh, no..." he groaned, his cock twitching and jumping with anticipation.

"I want to lick your big, purple sucker, Granpa," she grinned.

As he watched on with perverted expectation, he saw a big, shimmering drop of pre-fuck bubble up from the slit in the big cock-head.

As it did, Julie leaned down and flicked out her little pink tongue. Running the tip of her tongue over the slit, she quickly lapped away the glistening bubble of juice. Her little tongue moved from the slit and slowly twirled round the head of his bloated cock-head for several moments. At last, she pursed her lips. Tilting her head down farther, she pressed her lips down around the rounded tip of his cock-head, easing her full, red lips down until they were encircling its flared edge. With only the head of his cock between her lips, she began to suck and run her tongue up and down over it as more pre-fuck oozed out of it. Unable to control himself, Gerald gently thrust his hips forward, trying to bury more of his giant cock into his granddaughter's hot mouth. But, she denied him, keeping her lips locked down around his aching cock-head.

Leaning back, she raised her lips up off his cock head.

Smiling, she cupped his big, dangling balls and gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Are these filled with your hot cream?" she asked.

"God, girl...you're going to give me a fucking heart attack," he gasped, thrusting his cock forward up against her lips.

To be continued...

With perverse anticipation, he watched her open her lips this time, easing them down over the bulging head of his cock and onto its thick, blue-veined shaft.

"Oh...fucking God," he groaned out as her hot lips closed down around the twitching shaft. "Fucking God!"

Then he felt the sudden suction as she began to pull at his cock with her hot lips. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on him. Lifting his big, dangling balls in the palm of her hot, little hand, she plucked and pulled on them as if she was urging him to empty their contents into her mouth.

"Ummmmmmmmmm," she murmured out around his cock as he began to slowly fuck her mouth.

Fucking my granddaughter's beautiful mouth, he groaned to himself. I'm pure evil...a fucking pervert! Fucking my own granddaughter's mouth. Reaching down, he gently grasped her head between his hands and held it still. Working his hips back and forth, he eased his cock in and out of her sucking mouth. Below her chin, he could see her delicate, gold necklace resting on her perfect tits. They jiggled softly in rhythm with the fucking her mouth was receiving. Then he felt her fingers on the cheeks of his ass, grasping him. She gently pushed and pulled on him, guiding his big cock in and out of her mouth with determined slowness.

Her lips, painted a deep red, clutched at his pistoning peter as his big, dangling balls gently slapped up against her chin.

His heart was pounding so hard, he thought it would quit any second.

The fiery passion of the moment was overpowering. It wouldn't be long, he dizzily thought, feeling the rough rasp of her tongue along the underside of his cock.

Because of his advanced age, he could usually control his emotions and hold back his ejaculation until the moment he wanted to release it. But this was not the case now, he dizzily thought. Just the thought that it was his beautiful granddaughter sucking on his cock had already primed him. And now he was quickly rushing toward the moment. That glorious moment of eruption when his whole body would melt and flow out through his cock in a joyous celebration of gratification.

"About to...gonna...gonna come...gonna come..." he panted, working his hips back and forth faster as she sucked on him harder.

"Unnnnnn-huuuuhhh," she blew out around his cock, keeping her mouth on the pistoning giant.

"Fuckkkkkkkkkk," he groaned as he felt his balls explode into a fiery eruption of pleasure.

The jolt of pure electricity sparked up through his cock, blistering its delicate lining with its intensity.

With a powerful, pulsing twitch, it spurted out a gigantic gush of hot, creamy cum into her mouth.

He was coming in his granddaughter's hot, sucking mouth. Coming in his beautiful granddaughter's mouth. It was a fantasy he had never even dreamed and now...now it was happening he thought to himself.

Pushing his cock deeper into her sucking mouth, he felt another jolt of pleasure rip through it as a second gob of thick cum spurted out into her mouth. Seeing her swallow the gooey spunk down gave him such a perverse thrill, he thought he was going to pass out. She had accepted his gobby gifts freely and willingly as his balls continued to pump gusher after gusher of thick, creamy semen into her mouth.

Finally, his prick stopped pulsating and began to shrivel inside her cum-filled mouth.

Swallowing, she looked up into his eyes and let his cock slowly slither out of her mouth, leaving a trail of his gooey semen glistening wetly on her soft, full lips. Then he saw the bulge of her tongue poke out against her cheeks as she ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth.

"God, Julie...God...God," he panted, releasing his hold on her head and trying to catch his breath.

"I hope it was good for you," she said, running her tongue over her lips, licking away the trail of cum.

"God, yes, Em...Julie," he groaned, trying to get his mind to work properly again.

"Good..." she said, leaning down and slowly untying his shoes.

"I never knew," he breathlessly muttered as she slipped his shoes and socks off.

He watched her slowly stand, her beautiful tits jiggling heavily as he stepped out of his pants and shorts.

"Come, let's go up to my bedroom?" she murmured, stepping over toward the stairs.

"I can't believe you did that," he told her, watching the bob of her cute butt, covered only by her tight, black panties. "What we've already done is enough to send us both the hell. How could I let myself do anything more? It's so wrong..."

"No! Come...we'll make it right," she murmured, hooking her forefinger and motioning him to follow her.

Loosing all of his self-dignity, he stumbled along behind her, letting her blindly lead them down the path toward the incestuous abomination they were about to commit. Guiltily unbuttoning his shirt, he shuffled along behind her like a mindless slave. He knew that he should stop it, but she had taken him in such an intimate way. And now, he had to give to her. Give to her in the same way she had given to him.

As they stepped into Julie's bedroom, she skipped over to her bed and jumped onto it. Standing on her knees, she slid her fingers down under the waistband of her black panties and began to tease them down her thighs. (PIC)

Gerald watched on in feverish anticipation. As she mockingly pushed them down, her hairless, almost prepubescent pussy came into view. He had never seen a pussy so vulnerable, so fragile, so delicate. He wanted to touch its softness, but he was almost afraid to. Afraid he would damage the precious treasure. Surely, just the touch of his befouling fingers would disfigure it. Defile it and cause it ruinous harm.

"No hair," he choked out, gawking down at the almost infantile cleft.

"Unh-huh," she murmured, pushing them down.

At last, her panties were lying on the floor by her bed as she grinned up at him.

"This must be our secret," he was finally able to choke out. "No one else must ever know. Never..."

"Cross my heart, hope to die," she murmured, running her fingers over her jiggling tits, making the sign of a cross before slowly melting down onto her back.

She lay on the bed with her legs bent at the knees, her dainty feet resting on the floor as Gerald stared down at her.

Leaning down over her, he let his lips brush over her hard, jutting nipples. Then he began to tease them with sucks and tickles and licks and nips, as she writhed beneath him.

"Oh, Grandpa, oh, feels so good," she murmured, reaching up and running her long fingers through his graying hair.

How could this beautiful creature be attracted to him, he sickly wondered? She was a goddess and he was a balding, sixty-five year old, with the beginnings of a belly, and muscles that were becoming slack. But the most disconcerting thing was the fact he was her grandfather. What child could find her grandfather sexually attractive? Maybe she was as sick as he was.

Her nipples were so hard by the time he finished, he expected milk to come squirting out of them, even though she wasn't pregnant. YET!

Reaching down, he ever so gently spread her shapely legs apart. As he did, her soft, pink pussy unfurled and spread itself, displaying its fragile sweetmeat to him. Then he returned his lips to her nipples. Teasing them for a moment, he slowly kissed his way down off her jiggling breasts, onto her flat belly, all the while gently pulling her down the bed until her juicy pussy was within reach of his mouth. Once it was, he dropped to his knees, between her legs. Looking down, he studied the delicate treasure that was spread out before him, awaiting his attention.

"Such a beautiful pussy," he murmured, lowering his lips down onto the succulent lips encircling her youthful womanhood. Easing his tongue out, he dipped it down into the weeping hole at the base of her pussy. Savoring the tart sweetness of the juices flowing from it, he slowly licked his tongue up the dew-filled valley between the soft folds of flesh bordering it. Up and up he went, licking up toward her youthful clit.

"Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured softly, gently pressing his mouth down onto her pussy.

Easing his fingers under her thighs, he lifted her legs up until her heels were resting on his shoulders, exposing her pussy and making it vulnerable to his attacking tongue.

"My clit, Grandpa, my clit...please...please," she groaned.

"Yesssss," he hissed out into her pussy, finally finding the little knob poking out of its fleshy hood.

Quickly sucking it between his lips, he flicked his tongue across it.

"Oh God!" he heard her gasp as he flicked his tongue across the exposed bundle of raw nerves again and again.

The subtle fragrance of soap still lingered on her freshly washed skin. And it intermingled with the heady scent of her aroused womanhood. His nostrils were filled with the perfume of her excited anticipation. Soft mews escaped from her open lips, expressing her consent to him as he tenderly lapped at her swollen clit.

Pressing down on his head, she forced his lips down against her pussy and gently rubbed it against him.

He felt the hot, smooth skin of her thighs slowly pressing against his cheeks as she began to squeeze her legs together, imprisoning his head between them. Her legs were quivering as she strained for her climax, but he didn't change the pace of his licking tongue. He continued to slowly, determinedly flick his tongue across the hardened thrust of exposed flesh jutting out from its fleshy sheath. He could feel her slipping closer and closer to the edge.

Then all at once, she gave out a long, groaning moan, arching her back and thrusting her pussy up against his mouth. Her butt began to quiver and shake and he could feel the tension in her thighs as she squeezed them against him. While the fiery waves of her orgasm raged through her body, her hot juices poured out of her spasming pussy.

It spewed out in hot gushes, coating his chin with the sticky goo as she came and came and came.

Finally, with a last agonized gasp, she slowly began to relax back onto the bed.

Her hands lifted from his head and dropped to the bed beside her as her back straightened and her butt melted back down onto the bed. Her big tits, flattened by gravity, still heaved up and down as she breathed heavily, trying to catch her breath.

"Oh, Grandpa," she wheezed, "that was wonderful, just wonderful."

The excitement and satisfaction of making his granddaughter orgasm had a telling effect upon Gerald. And now, as he looked down, he saw his cock sticking out from his groin. He couldn't remember the last time he had gotten hard again, so quickly after an orgasm. But then again, he didn't recall the last time he had eaten his granddaughter's sweet pussy, either, he sickly thought.

Then, still standing on his knees, he watched Julie push herself back onto the bed, using her hands and heels. As she did, he struggled up to his feet and crawled onto the bed after her. Leaning down, he crawled up between her legs until his head was above her pussy once again. Tilting his head down, he gave her shrunken clit a soft butterfly kiss, causing Julie to give out a little mew. Then working his way up over the smoothness of her clean-shaven mons, he showered it with soft, flitting kisses as he made his way across her taut tummy to her belly button. Easing his tongue out, he dipped its tip down into the little depression and gently reamed it. Then he continued his journey upward, still raining soft kisses down on her smooth skin. Pausing at first one, then the other of her jutting nipples, he gave each a slow, lingering suck before kissing his way up her arched neck, over her chin and onto her pouting lips. Then, as they longingly kissed with open lips, he felt her hot fingertips brush across his bobbing cock. Another rush of excitement washed over him as he felt her bending his cock down toward her waiting cunt. He felt the soft embrace of her pussy-lips on the head of his cock. Easing his hips forward, he felt the slippery dampness between her legs slowly envelop the tapered head of his cock as he pushed into her. Sliding into her, his cock slid between her delicate lips into the wet heat of her sex, burrowing on until all eight-inches of its length were buried down inside her.

"So big," she whispered, grinding herself up against him, clutching at his cock at the same time.

"So soft..." he murmured, holding his cock down inside the drenched channel of her womanhood. "So soft..."

He could feel her hard nipples brush against his chest as he leaned down over her and kissed her on the lips. He couldn't believe the incredible tightness of her pussy as it caressed his cock.

Slowly rocking his hips, he forced his cock in and out, between the softness of her almost virginal pussy lips. Breaking their passionate kiss, he watched her hands float up to her undulating breasts. Clutching them, she squeezed and clawed at them with her hands, while down below she squeezed and clutched at his cock with her hot pussy.

Tirelessly, Gerald fucked his granddaughter while she writhed below him. Then he watched as she slid a hand down between them. Finding the firm nub of her clit with her finger, she roughly rubbed it while he deliberately fucked her with deep, thrusting strokes.

Julie was now breathing quickly again, exhaling in small gasps.

Gerald's hips began to work faster and faster, pacing their rhythm with that of her rushed breathing. Julie began to meet his downward strokes with upward thrusts of her own. Faster and faster the strokes came, until at last, another explosion tore through his peter. As the first rush of release welled up from his groin, Julie gasped, thrust herself up hard, and gasped again. With his cock buried deep, down inside her spasming cunt, Gerald could feel his seed-filled semen spurting out into the almost virginal chamber of his granddaughter's spasming pussy.

As it spewed out of him in hot clinging gobs, Julie cried out, then cried out again, her whole body shuddering and shaking. Holding him clutched to her body, she moaned out her satisfaction as more and more of his thick goo spewed out into her pussy. Grinding herself up against him, she rode out their simultaneous orgasm, as Gerald groaned and grunted atop her.

Finally, spent and exhausted from fucking and the emotional drain, Gerald backed his cock out of her and flopped down beside her.

"Wow, Grandpa," she huffed. "You old guys sure know how to fuck. You know where to go and what to do once you get there. Not like the young guys who like the hop on and ride technique."

"How could you do that and ignore the beauty of the scenery along the journey," he smiled, gently ticking one of her big, swollen nipples with the tip of his finger. "And such beauty it is."

"So, Grandpa, what now?" she asked him, running her fingers over his hairy chest and toying with his tiny nipples.

He knew that he should never feel what he was feeling toward her. Their lovemaking had kindled a new and frightening emotion down inside his heart of hearts. This was his granddaughter, but what he felt for her was not the way grandfathers should feel for their granddaughters. She was no longer his granddaughter only. Now she was his lover. A lover he had to have forever...

"What do you mean?" he asked, not understanding this new possessive feeling toward her.

"What do we do now?" she smiled, leaning over and kissing him gently on the lips. "Was this it? Or can we go on from here? I love you...and I want to be with you..."

"What?" he groaned. "I'm an old man. You're a beautiful young woman. A woman who could have any man she wanted. Why me?"

"I don't know...I don't care...I just know that I want you..." she murmured.

"You...you could come to live with me in Europe," he finally groaned out. "If you want...we can keep it a secret from them, if, if you want."

"Yes...yes, Grandpa," she gurgled. "Yes, I want..."