Grandpa Gerald 1

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...

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