She had a hand on my leg, the pressure from her fingers high on my thigh. My cock was hard. From where I was I could see into her blouse, straight down the precipitous cleavage, the smooth inner flanks of her large breasts pressed together to form an enticing crease.
I was so horny I could have just slipped a hand in there and given the orbs a squeeze. Almost did. The desire was hot inside me and I really needed relief, the lust making me reckless.
"Don't fall," she said, like I'd do it on purpose.
"Don't worry," I told her. "It's almost finished.
Her fingers squeezed my thigh and then slid an inch or two higher. Right over the ridge of my cock where it was trapped inside my clothing.
She let out a small cry and then let go. The ladder teetered for a couple of dangerous seconds, then righted itself while I felt fear squeeze my guts.
"Sorry," she blurted, flustered, face turning red. "I ... I ... I didn't mean to..."
I forgot about the angel, a mix of arousal and mortification inside me when I came down off the ladder.
"Shit," I hissed, close to panic.
We were in her living room; a place I was very familiar with because I'd known it all my life. The three-piece suite was a new addition, as was the carpet, but the old Welsh dresser had been there for as long as I could remember, it's shelves just about covered by the Wedgewood jasperware she'd been collecting for at least four decades. A few of those pottery pieces were gifts from me. Even as the heady combination of high arousal and fright swirled with humiliation, I was still vaguely aware of the photograph portrait of my late grandfather staring down at me from where it hung on the wall. It was like he knew what I'd been thinking, like he knew I'd lusted after his widow and wanked myself to orgasm while imagining all manner of lewdness with her.
It was there in his expression, hard eyes set on me: Incest, you dirty little bastard. She's your grandmother. You can't fuck your own mother's mother.
And I knew he was right to be glowering at me. I understood that it was wrong to wank off while imagining my grandmother's tits, but, the thing is, she was just too sexy and lovely for me to give it up.
I tossed the angel figure onto the three-seater sofa, cheeks on fire, guts watery with dread at what she might say.
"Gran, I'm sorry," I blurted.
Her eyes were wide as she gaped at me from a few feet away.
My grandmother gawped for half-a-minute or more, her stare fixed to my face while her expression slowly shifted from shock to puzzlement. I saw her eyes move from me to the tall Christmas tree to my left. Then she glanced at the figurine I'd chucked onto the settee.
"I'm sorry," I said, repeating the apology because I had nothing else to say. And what could I say? What words could I use to dispel the horror of my own grandmother touching my hard-on?
She continued to gaze at me for a moment more, then blinked and sucked in a breath. Gave me a tight little smile, the look more of chagrin than anything else.
She surprised me with her response.
"Sorry for what?" my grandmother asked. She shrugged and added, "You haven't done anything wrong. It was my fault for touching you there."
My grandmother looked at the angel figure again. Then she turned her focus to the top of the tree, dangling baubles aglitter, the lights strung out and around and just waiting for the flick of the switch to set the winking and blinking.
"Get back up on the ladder, Daniel," she said. "Finish the job, eh? Then we can have a nice cup of tea."
Trust her to use a nice cup of tea as the cure of all ills and social embarrassment.
"You sure?" I said, looking at her, my face still hot.
She nodded and smiled. "Oh, yes. I'm sure. Don't be silly. Come on, get back on the ladder. Just the angel to go."
The desire slid over me once again as I took the first couple of rungs on the step-ladder. I climbed another foot higher and looked down to see the gape of her blouse.
"Come on," she said, interrupting the quick rush of fantasy inside my head. "Here, put her on top."
I took the angel from my grandmother's fingers and took another step up.
"Careful," she said, a hand on my leg.
Her touch set me to wobbling and she cried out again, clutching at me.
"God, Daniel! Do be careful," my grandmother yelped. "Don't fall. I've got you," she finished."
I gasped and paused, blinking as I took another glance down into her cleavage, the deep crease a magnet for my gaze, my cock at full tumescence.
"Okay," I gasped, anxious to get the job done and get down off the ladder. Any more of the distraction because of her boobs and I would definitely fall to the floor.
I wanted to get the damned angel on top of the tree so I could get off the ladder and get out of the house and away from her so I could calm down and allow my erection to subside. If I didn't get away soon, I'd go mental with desire. Being near her was sending me mad. No cup of tea could soothe the ravening beast inside me. The only cure was to tug my dick and set the cum spitting out of my cock.
At last the angel was set, and I'd just let out a sigh of relief when her hand found the ridge of my cock.
I heard my grandmother whisper, "Oh, God, it's so bloody stiff."
Then she was looking up into my face, a strange expression set to her features.
"Is that because of me?" my grandmother mumbled, words clotted and thick.
Her eyes dragged the truth from me. I looked at her face and just confessed it to her.
I nodded and gulped out a, "Yes."
She stared at me for what felt like a very long time. I was still on the ladder, perfectly still, our gazes locked while her fingers very gently caressed the outline of my dick.
"I ... I think you should come down here," my grandmother said on a whisper.
I stayed where I was, her fingers still squeezing my cock, the pre-cum sliding into my boxers. I could feel the slick goo dribbling into my underwear, the lust bubbling inside me.
I stammered, "Wuh-what are you going to do?"
My grandmother heaved a sigh, her stare fixed on my face as she slowly shook her head from side-to-side.
As I watched, her throat went tight. She gulped and said, "I don't know. But I want you to get down from there, Daniel."
***
I first recognised my grandmother as a woman, as a person, really, on her fifty-ninth birthday. It had been back in September, a big celebration as always. My mother is prone to lavish displays. She's made a lot of money through a successful career; and since she's got the means, she'll throw cash at anything to do with the family. Her sister needs a new car, my mother will 'lend' her the money. A birthday party? Let's make it huge.
So, there we were in the function room of the best place in town. Sumptuous buffet and a free bar. It was busy in there, lights down low because the guest-of-honour was on her way. Then my grandmother made her entrance, the white sheath dress moulded to her body, those curves sending my chin down to the floor.
Since when did my grandmother get hot?
I thought she looked sensational, a real glamour-girl with acres of décolletage on teasing display, her boobs bubbling out of the dress, freshly coloured, honey-blonde hair a work of art in a casual, messy style she had pinned up on top of her head as she beamed her pleasure at her family and friends.
The effect upon me was a pivotal event in my life. In that defining moment, I was erect in an instant, already thinking about how it would be to free her breasts and suck on her nipples. I thought about that dress up past her hips as she leant forward and let me fuck at her pussy from behind. I could squeeze her big boobs and fuck into her body, squirting my need inside her as I gasped and groaned and told her I loved her.
When she came over to me and offered her cheek for a birthday kiss, I was tempted to kiss her mouth and slip her the tongue, the night and the sight locked in my mind so I could masturbate often and think dirty thoughts, cum spitting forth as I moaned and gasped and lusted after my grandmother's body.
After that, I couldn't keep away from her house. I found excuses to visit. I did small repair jobs for her, took her shopping and gave her a lift to -- and picked her up from -- the airport when she went on a sunshine holiday a few days before we were in her living room dressing the Christmas tree.
The week she spent away was torture for me. I imagined my grandmother fucking some random lover. It was awful to think of her spreading her legs and groaning as a man used his cock in her pussy. In torment, I pictured her laid out by a swimming pool, her skin tanned and slick with the lotion while someone else pawed at her boobs and kissed her mouth.
On the drive back from the airport, I kept on looking at my grandmother's legs, her skirt high on her thighs, the jealousy curdling inside me as she chatted on and on about what a great time she'd had. I wanted to ask if she'd met any men, but couldn't find any appropriate way to go about it, my attention flicking down to her thighs while I reassured myself that she hadn't mentioned any new man in her life, so that must mean there wasn't.
As Christmas approached, I took her into the city so she could shop for Christmas gifts, the parking a nightmare, the shops one huge rugby scrum as people went mental.
Then she mentioned the tree was being delivered, with me, of course, volunteering to help dress it.
Which is why I was up on that ladder, my cock so stiff it could qualify as an offensive weapon, my grandmother's eyes locked on my face.
"Why are you hard?" my grandmother asked as I climbed down.
I couldn't look her in the face. I just looked at my feet and mumbled, "I ... I don't know."
"You said it was for me," my grandmother pointed out.
"No," I groaned. "I ... Shit, gran..."
"If it's for me, you should show me," she said.
To say I was stunned is an understatement. I couldn't believe what she'd said and just gawped back into her face.
"Come on, Daniel," she sighed, apparently exasperated. "Don't muck about. I know you've been perving at my breasts. I've seen you, sweetheart."
After that, while I stood there and gaped, my grandmother unzipped and reached in for my dick.
"Don't worry," she breathed as she stroked my length. "I'll do it. You're obviously shocked." My grandmother giggled and rolled her eyes. "Didn't expect this, eh, Daniel?" she asked, eyes glittering as she smirked at me with devilment in her expression, fist working my length. "So don't worry about a thing. You just let me take care of you."
Then she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. I got a waft of her scent and felt the heat coming off her, her fingers working down at my cock.
"This will be our little secret," my grandmother whispered. "A Christmas treat just for us."
Then she leaned in to kiss me again, her tongue sliding into my mouth, the kiss bursting the bubble holding my base instincts within.
My grandmother kissed me and I went berserk, my hands moving over her body, my cock fucking her fist.
"Oh! Oh, my!" she yipped when I just about ripped the blouse from her torso. "Daniel, my darling, calm down. Go steady ... Easy," she said, moving away.
I lunged, crazed with need, mad to get at her.
"Stop!" she cried. Wait, not like this. I don't want it to be all urgent and bestial, Daniel. I want us to love."
I was reckless with it as I growled and lunged again. All I could think of was stripping her naked and plunging in up to my balls.
She moved away again, calling out, "Daniel! Stop! Don't be like your grandfather was."
That stopped me in my tracks. I froze a few feet from her, blinking as I threw a look to the portrait of the old man.
"He was a bastard," she told me, her chest heaving with emotion. "If you want to be with me like this we have to be lovers ...Gentle and sweet."
I looked at her and felt a surge of guilt when I realised just what I was doing and with whom I'd intended to do it. The desire melted like the snow I'd brought into her parlour on my boots when I'd first arrived.
The horror tightened my chest.
"Shit," I spat. "God, gran, what am I doing?"
***
I was tucked back into my trousers, the hideous scene of my own grandmother's fist jacking my dick on a loop inside my head.
We were in her kitchen by then, with me sitting at the big oak table, my grandmother at the counter pouring boiling water into a teapot.
I was too ashamed to talk, too guilty to look at her.
The teapot went onto the table with a heavy thunk. I saw her rump as she turned to fetch the mugs and the milk, the need rising again as I imagined her naked, her buttocks shivering as she moved around doing domestic chores. Then it was an easy leap to me thinking about her pussy and did she keep her bush in a natural state.
After that, I started to think about her breasts and wonder what her nipples were like.
"You're beautiful, gran," I said on a mumble.
She looked at me, surprised, just like I was since I'd had no idea I was going to say it out loud.
"Well," she said, a blush in her cheeks. "That's nice of you to say. Thank you. I'm flattered."
"I didn't mean to say it," I blurted.
She chuckled and rolled her eyes and said, "Make up your mind."
Overwhelmed with confusion, I sighed, "Shit, what a mess. I'm sorry."
Her fingers brushed the back of my hand, the contact making me flinch before I looked at her face.
"Stop it now," my grandmother murmured. "You don't have to be sorry. You didn't do anything wrong. Not really. I was the one who ... who ... Well, I was the one who took things to an intimate level. I'm just a silly old woman who got carried away. I've noticed you looking and I ... I liked the attention."
"I've thought about you," I said on another rush of confessional impulse.
"That's one thing entirely, Daniel," she said. "I've been thinking similar thoughts. And there's no crime in thinking," she added. "At least not yet. But it was me who got you out and did that to you."
I gulped, the recklessness overtaking my senses again.
"I liked it, gran. It was so hot when you did it. And the kissing..."
My grandmother closed her eyes and groaned. She held up a hand.
"Oh, God, don't remind me of the kissing."
Misunderstanding her meaning, I told her I was sorry, again.
"Why are you sorry?" she asked. "I thought it was lovely being kissed by you."
It was like one of those out-of-body experiences you hear about. In a surreal moment I floated up to the ceiling and watched myself slowly get out of my chair. My grandmother's face tilted up towards me, the puzzlement on her features as I leaned in and gently kissed her lips. From that point up near the strip light, the sensation of actually being there so vivid I could her the fluorescent tube buzzing with life, I watched as her hand went to the nape of my neck and she got up out of the chair. Our mouths were locked, tongues swirling and writhing, her breath gasping into my mouth while I squeezed her breasts and let the other hand slide over the taut outline of her skirt where it was tight across her bottom.
"We're going to do it, aren't we?" my grandmother murmured when the kiss broke.
"I ... I want to," I told her.
"Oh, God," she moaned before sucking on her lower lip. "I don't believe it. We can't be doing this, Daniel."
I was still up at the ceiling while my corporeal body caressed my grandmother's curves.
"But I want to," I said on a croak.
Then I came back into myself when my grandmother let out a sigh and pressed her frontage against me.
"Will you love me?" she muttered, her cheek against my chest.
"I already do," I sighed, the emotion swelling inside me.
My grandmother led me out of the kitchen, the tea forgotten as she held my hand and took me past the living room, the tree lights flashing through their sequence, the angel atop, the ladder still there. We went past the front door, the real world beyond it of no consequence for the time being. She took me up the stairs, my eyes level with her twitching bottom as she ascended a few steps before me. We paused on the landing to kiss before we entered her bedroom.
She went to the windows and drew the curtains together to block out the dark and the cold and the light frosting of snow which had settled while we were dressing the tree.
"I don't know what to do," I said, suddenly inadequate.
Her eyes went wide. She gasped, "God, are you a virgin?"
My shrug was all the confirmation she needed.
"Oh, Daniel," my grandmother breathed. "Are you sure you want me to be your first time? I'm old ... And I'm your grandma."
"You're lovely," I said because none of that mattered.
The light came in from the hallway outside the open door, gentle against her so she looked thirty years younger. I thought she was stunning.
"Take your clothes off," she said, some bite in her tone. "Show me."
I felt so self-conscious as I stripped out of my clothes and she just stood there and watched me, arms folded beneath her breasts, one hip cocked, her head canted to one side while she gazed at me.
"Is it all right?" I asked, the question obvious.
My grandmother stared and slowly nodded, her eyes on my dick.
"It's absolutely gorgeous," she told me. "Perfect, Daniel. I think you have a wonderful cock."
My grandmother held my stare as she started to haul the blouse over her head. She got it off and threw it aside, breasts bubbling over the cups of her bra.
"It's going to be divine fucking with you," my grandmother said.
The comment shocked me. Regardless of where we were and what was about to happen, hearing her use the word in such a casual manner caused the desire to clutch at my balls.
"Oh, gran, you're so lovely," I groaned, my hand at my cock.
She smirked and dropped her bra, the big, round breasts swaying as she moved.
"You like big tits, eh, sweetheart?"
I gulped and stared and worked my dick.
"Just a little Christmas gift to you, darling," she breathed. "My breasts and my cunny."
My grandmother moved in close to kiss me, her fist taking control of my dick.
We kissed, my moans coming out while I mauled at her tits. Then, when I got over-excited, she took a pace back and let me go.
"Easy," she cautioned. "Steady. We've got all the time in the world. Savour the moment, baby. Your first time..."
My grandmother grinned and gave me an eye-roll.
"A virgin," she purred. "How gorgeous is that! A virgin for Christmas."
She then turned and unzipped the skirt, teasing me with her bottom as she slid the skirt down, her underwear going down with it.
I gasped when I saw the butterfly tattoo on her left buttock. The adornment was a complete surprise, another shock layered on top of the rest as she turned and showed me her front, the outline of her bikini pale against the fading tan, her bush just growing back out, the triangle of it a shadow way down low in that intimacy between her thighs.
She posed, still in her shoes, the heels causing an erotic tug through my vitals. Then my grandmother grinned at me, kicking the shoes off before she walked back to kiss me again.
"There we are," she crooned, arms around my neck. "All bare. Together. We're naked, Daniel. How do you feel?"
"Like it's a dream," I mumbled, then kissed her mouth.
The kiss sparked it off again. All of a sudden we were gasping and clutching. Her hand was at my dick while I hefted her breasts and sucked at a nipple. Her tan enflamed me, the outline of her bikini giving me an image of how hot she must have looked in her bikini. All those ripe and voluptuous curves on display..."You've got an incredible body," I sighed as I stared at the saucers of her areolae. "You're really sexy, gran."
She blurted a laugh and said, "Darling, I'm fifty-nine. It isn't as tight and tidy as it once was."
"I don't care," I gasped, going in to suckle her teats again. She purred and chuckled and stroked my hair, and when I came up again, I went on to add, "You've got a really hot body."
"I know you've been looking," she told me. "My birthday dress had your eyes on stalks."
I stopped what I was doing, tit-flesh spilling over my palms as I gawked at her.
"I noticed," she told me. "And you've been hanging around ever since..."
Then she shut up and kissed me again and, a a few moments later, my grandmother introduced me to her pussy. She went to the bed and lay down and spread her legs and splayed her folds.
"There it is, Daniel. You going to kiss it?"
***
I gave my grandmother a climax before she went in to suck my cock.
I worked at it with a mix of instinct and her guidance, my lips and fingers and tongue getting her there.
Her lust slid from her body as I went at her, the honey sick on my tongue, her moans and gasps sweet to my ears.
She shocked me with a single profanity when she got close to her climax. I was sucking her clit and using two fingers inside her when my grandmother grunted, "That's it, suck on that clit, finger my cunt."
"Jesus," I gasped, surprised to hear the filth come out of her mouth. "I never thought I'd hear you say that."
"I'm randy," she moaned, rubbing her vulva as I carried on curling my fingers inside her. "I need to come. I'm just so horny, darling."
Then we were kissing again. She beckoned me to her mouth while I kept the digits working inside, with her own fingers swirling around her clit as she started to moan and squirm.
The orgasm ripped her apart. My grandmother squealed and grunted and thrashed around, face tight in a grimace of absolute joy as the judders took her and she went over the edge, wall-eyed and gasping.
Then, when it was over she made a grab for my cock, slurping and glomming like the excitement was still on her.
"Tell me if you're going to come," my grandmother cautioned. "I don't want your muck in my eyes or my hair. You can come on my tits if you have to, but please, don't make a mess over my face."
I wanted to come, yet didn't at the same time. And the invitation to let it go over her breasts was so very tempting, indeed. Seeing her boobs plastered with spunk was something I'd imagined in the past when I'd wanked my dick and shot the hot stuff over my chest and stomach, to think it might actually happen was completely unreal. A dream come true.
But, as much as it aroused me to imagine splashing down over my grandmother's tits, I was desperate to fuck her. It was my first time and I was eager to find out just what it was like to fuck into a woman's body.
"I ... I want to do it," I groaned.
"Over my tits?" she asked, still jacking my dick.
I gasped and shook my head.
"No, I want to put it inside you."
Her hand slowed and she gazed at my face.
"Oh, baby," my grandmother sighed, eyes full of love. "Your first time ... And with me." She leaned in and kissed me and then pulled back so she could look at my eyes. "Take your time. Go steady. Feed me every inch nice and slow. Don't go galloping off or you'll come and it will be over for the time being."
"Please," I moaned, my hand at my dick. "I just want to do it."
She sucked on her bottom lip and stared at my face. Then nodded.
"Okay, but slowly, Daniel. It's been a long time since I've had a man inside me. We need to make love. I want this to be lovely."
I blinked and recalled what she'd said before.
"Was grandad rough with you?"
"I don't think we should talk about him right now. Later," she added. "We'll talk and sort everything out."
I nodded and said, "Okay," then asked, "Is it really ages since you've done this? Didn't you have sex on holiday?"
The feeling of joy was immense when she shook her head and said, "I didn't have anyone on holiday. I haven't had sex since your grandfather died."
I didn't want to know any more. That was enough for me. Like she said, we could talk later.
"Cuh-can I do it now?" I stammered.
My grandmother nodded and eased onto her back. She grabbed a couple of pillows and put them under her shoulders. Then she spread her legs and invited me to clamber aboard.
Full of the wonder, I got between her legs and held myself up on straight arms. She went for my cock and I shuffled in closer on my knees so she could split her labia with the big dome.
"Slowly," she said, eyes on my face as she held me at her opening. "Nice and steady. Nice and slow. Easy, darling," she said on a gurgle, the head slipping inside her. "Every inch. Feed it in slow."
I gulped and gawked at the impossible sight of her body accepting my cock, her sublime embrace around my girth as I felt the heat of her core.
"God, I'm inside you," I gasped, not quite believing.
"Yes, baby, you are," she replied on a chuckle. "Right in up to your nuts."
I paused, trying to savour the moment while my grandmother kissed me, her body hot and wet around my girth.
"You're fucking," she muttered, her hips starting to move. "We're fucking and it feels so bloody lovely."
***
She folded her legs at the knees and shunted her rump back-and-forth so she could fuck onto my cock. In those first few surreal moments, I just gaped down to where we were joined, awed at what was happening, stunned to see the meaty flaps as they clung to my cock, the shaft of it already greasy with my grandmother's need.
"Daniel," she gasped, breasts rolling as she went through the gears. "Love me, my darling. Love me like I need to be loved."
I didn't really understand just what she meant. I had a vague notion about her body's physical need and maybe the psychological urge to involve emotion with what we were doing. The impressions came in from some place far away, somewhere at the back of my mind while I focussed on trying to soak up all the details at once. I looked at her face and attempted to lock the memory of her delight inside my head. The sensations down at my root were too sweet to ignore, my gaze moving down over her body as she rutted against my dick, her groans and gasps sucking up my focus while I still wondered what she meant by all this talk about love.
"I do love you," I groaned, our bodies thwacking together. "I do, I promise."
It seemed to quell her urgency. What I said made her smile and suck her bottom lip between her teeth, a smile spreading over her face as the bed bounced and creaked.
"I know you do," my grandmother said, still working her hips. "But I mean as a man, not my grandson. I want a lover inside me, Daniel. I want it to be more than dirty, filthy, wonderful sex."
And that's when the understanding dawned. That was the second I fully appreciated the upswell of emotion I felt within.
"I love you," I breathed, stopping my rutting. "I mean it," I added, then moved in to kiss her mouth.
"Be my lover, not my grandson," she murmured, then started moving again.
I had it in mind that I could be both, the notion evaporating when the sweet sensations squeezed at my cock, the rush of my orgasm coming in quick and hot and savage, a beast from a jungle.
"I love you," I said on a groan, my seed flooding her body.
My grandmother squirmed and let out a cry.
"Oh, God, you're coming inside me!" she yelped, her motions getting even more urgent.
I let it all out, sobbing my joy, my cock slipping out on a rush of jizm.
When I knelt upright and looked down to her vulva, I saw the cum dribbling through the crease between her buttocks, spunk staining the sheet while my grandmother mauled at her breasts with one hand, the other stirring her pussy.
She climaxed again, her body in spasm, her squeals and snorts letting me know just how good it felt to be coming that way.
My grandmother eventually calmed, sucking in air while she stared at my face.
She lay there with a slackness in her limbs like she'd been shipwrecked and swum for miles, chest rising and falling as she gulped oxygen down and gazed into my eyes.
Her hand went between her legs, the fingers smeared with cum when she held them up.
"Oh, God, Daniel," she said on a moan. "What have we done?"
Two
It turned out to be a rhetorical question. Despite my grandmother's words and the potential for misunderstanding, she hadn't been appalled at the incestuous sex between us. She didn't need an answer. It was just an emotional post-orgasmic outburst delivered more in wonder than the actual question suggested. After that first time we were constantly at each other. For me, it was like I'd discovered a new kind of drug. One to which I'd become addicted after only one hit.
We made love for most of the night, or at least that's how it felt to me. I phoned home with an excuse that I'd helped with the tree and then met up with some friends, that we were going to make a night of it in the run-in to Christmas. I told my mother the lies and then went back to my grandmother's bed. Where she welcomed me with open arms and legs, her body accepting my cock as we tumbled and rolled and loved through to the following morning.
The Christmas Day meal came and went. I sat opposite my grandmother and silently marvelled at how she could act so natural in front of the family while we had this huge secret between us. I was sure it was written across my face, I was certain everyone knew I was fucking my grandmother, and that she was no less enthusiastic about fucking me, but, regardless of waiting for the Damoclean sword to drop, the day passed with nobody the wiser.
Or so I thought.
It was new year's eve that the wheels fell off my little wagon of smugness.
***
My mother insisted on having a party. She chucked money into a huge bash in the same venue which had hosted my grandmother's birthday party. It was just past 10 p.m. and I was doing my best to keep it normal between my grandmother and me. Which was costing me effort to say the least. I'd purposely reduced my alcoholic consumption. I didn't want to get shitfaced and make some drunken announcement or grope my grandmother's breasts in public, and I was just at the edge of the dance floor watching her dance with with one of my uncles when my sister approached.
I knew something was on Jennifer's mind as soon as I saw her. She's always got this tight little smile on her face, like she knows your dirtiest secret. She's always been the same. For as long as I can remember my sister's been spiteful and spoiled, petty and nasty and very vindictive if she thinks she's been wronged, but, this time there was something in her eyes that sent a cold shiver running through me.
"She can dance," Jennifer said as she came alongside me. My sister had to speak directly into my ear so I could hear above the music.
Despite the angst, I played it cool by leaning in close to her ear and saying, "Who?"
She snorted and rolled her eyes at me.
"Our grandmother," she said. "I know you two are fucking."
The music faded to nothing inside my head. I stood there, stunned, my whole world filled with Jennifer's face and the knowing smirk on her face. Reality slewed and my brain refused to believe she could possibly know.
"You're crazy," I said on a gurgled croak after I'd boggled at her. "Why would you say that?"
"Because it's true," she said straight into my ear.
There was no doubt about it, my sister spoke with such certainty, I knew she knew. But, the questions were how -- how the hell had she found out?
And what would she do?
I maintained the denial because there was nothing else I could do. I could hardly smile and nod and admit it. With Jennifer, there was no way of knowing what her plan might be. And she'd have a plan. My sister would have a reason for letting me know.
"No, it isn't true," I said, my guts turning to water.
Jennifer nodded, emphatic.
"Yeah, it is," she insisted.
"Why would you say it?"
Her eyes flashed fire as the anger lit up.
"Look, Daniel, stop the fucking around. You know I'm talking the truth. There's no point in denying it."
"Jennifer, please," I said, despair in my voice.
My sister stepped back and turned as though she was going to walk away. She took two steps, stopped to regard me over one shoulder and indicated with her eyes and jerk of her head that I should follow.
I glanced at my grandmother as she carried on dancing, the smile on her face a sign she was so happy.
"Shit," I spat before I followed my sister out of the hall.
***
The disco was a dull beat by the time Jennifer led me into the foyer, the glass doors showing the night outside. I saw a clutch of people hurrying past out on the street. Party-goers on their way to a New Year celebration, full of excitement, talking and laughing. They looked carefree and happy and I envied them their jollity as my world descended into a hell on Earth.
Jennifer stopped short of the doors. She turned to face me, the two security guards on duty over at the desk far away to our right. To the left was a short corridor which led to a set of toilets and the manager's office. A Christmas tree was in a corner close to the doors, a reminder to me of how it had started with my grandmother almost three weeks before.
"You can stop with the denials," my sister said.
She kept her voice low and threw a glance at the two guards before fixing her malicious stare to my face.
I gave it up because there was no point in further denials. It would be best to hear what Jennifer had to say.
"All right," I sighed. "What do you want?"
What she had to say just about knocked me to the floor. I knew there'd be something, some price for her silence, but what she came out with was beyond belief.
"What I want is for you and me to fuck," she said.
It took a few seconds for it to percolate through.
"What?" I said, gasping it out, understandably stunned.
My sister shrugged and pulled a face, then said, "You're fucking her. You're fucking the same cunt our mother came out of. You're already doing incest, Daniel. Now I want you to do it with me."
I couldn't think of a single thing to say except for a choked, "What? Jennifer ... What?"
Jennifer moved in close. She pressed against me, like a girlfriend who's about to claim a kiss. Dark intent twitched at the corners of her mouth while her eyes sparkled with whatever twisted thrill she was getting out of tormenting her brother.
"Incest," she whispered.
My sister said it like the word tasted sweet, like she enjoyed it.
"It turns me on, Daniel. I have these dirty fantasises about people fucking their family. I've role-played a few times and it's a huge fucking thrill. I can't tell you how horny I get."
My sister paused and stared at me. She smiled a crooked smile, her expression filled with a taboo lasciviousness that told me she was serious about what she'd said.
"I love the idea," my sister continued after running her tongue over her lips. "It's so fucking filthy ... so fucking wrong...
"And then what do I see one day? I see my grandmother wanking my brother's cock. I see them kissing ... With tongues."
My sister squirmed and closed her eyes. She sighed and shivered then looked at my face.
"You were kissing her like you really wanted to fuck her. It was so fucking sexy seeing you do it. Jesus," Jennifer said on a moan. "I had to rub myself off straight away, Daniel. I was so fucking horny I could've walked in on the pair of you and joined right in. I mean," she blurted on a half-laugh. "My brother and my grandma at the same time? All my dreams come true, baby."
"When?" I asked, because I had to know.
"You were in her living room. You'd been decorating the tree."
I groaned and cursed her timing. The very same interlude which had precipitated the whole affair? The very moment my grandmother and I started it off? I was damned if that time in the living room hadn't lasted for more than two or three minutes, and my sister had happened along at the very moment I was fucking into my grandmother's fist, my tongue in her mouth. A minute later and there would have been nothing to see. We would have moved to the kitchen at the rear of the house. Jennifer would have arrived to find us with the teapot on the kitchen table, not me with my hard-on in our grandmother's fist.
"So, I want us to do it, too, Daniel. I want incest with you. I want to fuck my brother."
"Jen, please," I groaned.
"What's the matter?" she asked, stepping back a couple of paces.
I saw the glint in her eyes and the twist in her expression which sent a sinker of dread into the pit of my stomach. This was a dangerous moment for me. This was Jennifer getting angry.
"You'll fuck that fat old bitch but you don't want to fuck me? Is that it, Daniel?"
"Jen," I croaked.
She shook her head, vehement, eyes sparking at me.
"No, you can't turn me down. Nuh-uh. No way. I want this, Daniel. I want it and I'm going to get it. You don't, I'll tell."
It was hopeless, but I still looked at the doors and considered simply running away. But, if I ran, I'd have to keep running. I'd have to go home and grab my passport and get to an airport. I'd have to go and never return. I wouldn't be going back to university after the holiday break. I'd have to go and leave it all behind. My studies, my life ... My grandmother.
It all went through my mind in the blink of an eye and I knew there was no getting out of it.
"When?" I asked.
"Now," she said.
"Jesus, Jen. Where?"
I saw her smirk and take a look down the short corridor.
"In there," my sister said, the words curdled with her desire.
When she said it, it looked to me like Jennifer was about to rub herself through her dress. Like she was going to masturbate right in the foyer.
"The toilets," she told me.
I gaped at her.
"Are you mental? Anyone could walk in and find us. Jesus, Jen, we'd be right in the shit."
I was appalled at the suggestion. If we were discovered it would be too awful to contemplate. A true nightmare.
"It's dirty and wrong and that's just perfect for me."
I took another look towards the toilet door. Then pleaded with my sister.
"Okay, we can do it," I said. "But please, Jen, not in there. It's too dangerous."
"I love the danger," she told me. "So it's in there or I go and tell mum what I know. Right now, Daniel. I mean it. I'll tell."
Jennifer folded her arms and gave me a look.
She said, "Make your mind up. Right now."
***
Rock and a hard place. If I didn't do it, the outcome was certain. My sister would tell, there was no doubt about it. If I did take her into one of the toilets there was a risk we'd get caught. It was fifty-fifty, which were better odds than the alternative.
So what choice did I have?
And it isn't like my sister's a dog. She's very pretty when she's not pissed off and scowling. Long blonde hair, straight down past her shoulders, blue eyes, flawless brow. She's lithe and tight. Her boobs are high and taut. She looks fantastic in a bikini. Even as a brother I can still notice my sibling's aesthetic appeal. Jennifer's got a flat tummy and long, long legs, and the length of those legs was exaggerated that New Year's eve because of her shoes. Heels like an assassin's blade which went pick-pock on the tiled floor as we entered the Ladies toilet.
There were four stalls, none of them occupied when we made our entrance. I had a quick look around, nervous for all manner of reasons. It was the usual arrangement of cubicles and sinks and a wide mirror. There were feminine touches here and there. Someone had put out an array of products -- deodorant and tissues and a couple of other items I didn't have time or inclination to pay much attention to. There were flowers as well, a clutch of something small and bright in a vase. Then Jennifer was heading towards the stall furthest from the door, already hauling her dress up past her waist."Get in here," she said, urgent and wide-eyed with need. "God, I'm so fucking horny."
I gulped and gaped at the sight of my sister yanking her knickers down past her shins, her dress bunched up in her hands as she then splayed her sex and flaunted her pussy at me.
Jennifer rubbed at her clit, wincing and moaning, her face twisted with her obvious yearning.
"Daniel, get in this fucking toilet, now," my sister moaned. "I want you to lick me down there. Lick my pussy before we fuck."
Despite the shock and the danger, I still felt my body respond. It was an automatic reaction to what I was seeing: a very desirable girl rubbing her bean, her own body moving in jerky spasms as the sensations took hold.
My sister's lust was there in her face, her features twisted into a mask of absolute need. She was hot, beyond reason, too caught up with her own sordid desires to even think about the mayhem, the carnage if we got caught.
The feelings rose inside me in those few seconds of watching. I loved my grandmother, but there were also years of history between Jen and me. Things got confused. I didn't want to go into the cubicle with my sister, but looking at her had swollen my cock. I was horny without my mind following on. It was a physical thing that suddenly turned savage and urgent as anger gripped me. It was typical Jen. Just like her to demand what she wanted and then go all out until she got it and fuck the consequences.
My sister kept on rubbing and gasping, her pussy drawing my eyes. She groaned and slid two fingers into her body, her spare hand mauling her little tits through her dress, her hairless vulva drawing me into the stall.
I slammed the door closed and slid the small metal lock into place. It was better than nothing. At least that way, if anyone came in to use the facilities, there was a physical barrier between us and the open area outside. In the event someone did interrupt us, they might just put it down to a New Year coupling, a frantic and hasty desire brought on by too much alcohol and the craziness unleashed on a New Year's Eve.
When she heard the snick of the lock, my sister's eyes opened. She paused, her fingers still wedged in her cunt.
"Oh, God," she mumbled, eyes glazed with lust. "Are you going to do it, Daniel? Are you going to fuck me?"
The ire I felt ballooned inside me, the anger and resentment a swirling, seething ball in my gut.
"You're such a cunt," I snarled at my sister.
"I know," she said, her own anger showing in the tone of her voice. "But get down there and lick my pussy. It's wet already, but you need to make it wetter, Daniel. Go on," she urged, a hand on my shoulder. "Get fucking licking."
My sister hauled off her dress, the shoes pecking the tiles as she tried to settle with her back against the partition between the stalls, her pelvis thrust forward so I could get at her with my tongue.
She moaned and squirmed when I went down onto my knees and parted her folds, the pink nub of her clit all swollen and tight.
I licked her bean and cupped her buttocks with both my hands, her taut flesh exciting me regardless of the anger I felt. I went at my sister, slurping and lapping her pussy, her lust a slick flow against my tongue, her pussy slippery when I used my fingers inside her.
I licked Jennifer's pussy until she was writhing and moaning, then went up so I could kiss her mouth, my fingers still curled in her body like I'd done with my grandma, the digits working inside her as she sobbed and grabbed my wrist and gasped out she needed to fuck.
"No condom," Jennifer mumbled.
She'd yanked her bra up to expose her small breasts by then. Her nipples were cute little nubs of elongated arousal in the tight coins of their areolae, the sight of which brought a moan from my mouth before I ducked in to suck them.
"Just put it in and fuck me. Just give me your bare cock, Daniel. Fuck me and come in my pussy. I want my brother's cum dribbling into my knickers at midnight."
It was so fucking nasty to hear her say it, I turned her around and cranked at my cock. I was swollen and hard, aroused at what my sister had said. Then I looked down at her body, her legs and her feminine shape sending a great rush of desire surging through me.
"Fuck, Jen, you've got such a great body," I moaned.
My sister braced her arms against the cubicle door and presented her rump. She thrust her arse back, the curves and sweep of her buttocks and hips into the tight crease of her waist as she swivelled to look back at me sent another rush of desire through my core.
"Fuck me with your big cock," my sister snarled in reply.
She splayed her buttocks with the tips of her fingers, her labia peeling apart with sticky reluctance, the roundel of her sphincter winking at me as I moved in and pushed the big dome at her body.
We both gasped together when I slid half my length into Jennifer's pussy.
"Oh, fuck," she groaned, head lolling loose, her hair hanging over her face. Incest," she muttered, thrusting back to take me in up to my balls. "Fuck my pussy," she sobbed. "I'm your sister. You've got to fuck my pussy. Incest-incest-incest," Jennifer sobbed. "Make me wetter. Make my pussy wetter. Please, Daniel ... Just fuck me and come."
I listened to my sister babbling on as I held her hips and started to move.
It was all about fucking. There was no finesse at all. That coupling was nothing but my sister's arousal and a grudge-fuck from me. I went at her like I wanted to smash her out through the door. Like I wanted to bore her pussy a few sizes larger. Like I wanted to smash her cervix and send my cock drilling through to the top of her head.
And she came right back at me, spitting and grunting and fucking onto my cock. My sister sobbed her delight and mauled at her breasts, even reached back and clawed at my thigh as her passion burned hotter.
We were just getting into a hot rutting frenzy when the outside door squeaked open and someone walked in.
***
The moment I heard it, I froze, but my sister kept on going. Jennifer thrust back onto my dick, her fingers scrabbling at the door as two female voices chattered back-and-forth. My sister let out a gasp a second before I got my hand to her mouth, and the women beyond the stall door immediately fell silent.
Jennifer snuffled into my palm, her hips still pushing towards me, her pussy taking me deep.
There was silence except for Jennifer's muted gasps into my hand.
Then, from outside, a tentative voice asked, "Are you okay in there?"
My sister pushed my hand away from her mouth and mumbled a yes.
"I ... I'm fine," she said on moan.
"Oh, God..." the woman said.
Then came sounds of urgent whispering and a giggle or two.
"You reckon?" the first woman asked.
I couldn't see what was going on, but could picture the scene: two scandalised faces -- friends of my mother? -- staring at the cubicle door, eyes wide as the penny dropped and they understood what was going on within. I saw them look at each other, mouths hanging open.
And, right on cue, one of them said, "I think we've walked in on something, Rachel. I think someone's having a little private time in there."
Silence for a few more seconds while my sister continued to squirm and writhe.
Then it was, "We won't be a second, dear. Just need to pee..."
There was more giggling and whispered to-and-fro. The women went into stalls of their own and, for a couple of very surreal minutes, as I stayed deep in my sister and she fucked onto my cock, I listened to the sounds of two women making water into the bowl, their piss tinkling apparently endless until, finally, I heard the sound of them wiping themselves and flushing the tissue away.
More chuckling ensued as they washed their hands and did whatever the hell women do in the lavatory that takes such a fucking age. After that they called out ribald farewells, giggling as they left the room, my sister groaning as she started to go at my cock with her original vigour.
Jennifer blurted a laugh and turned to face me, her tiny waist creased, her little tits in three-quarter profile.
"God, if they only knew we were brother and sister," she muttered, a grin on her face. "That would've shocked them."
Then we were fucking again, with Jennifer reaching back so she could pull me in so I was curled in over her back.
"Kiss me," she moaned, eyes heavy-lidded with lust. "Like you kissed out grandmother, Daniel. Kiss me like I was your girlfriend instead of your sister."
My hands went to her breasts as we kissed. I caressed my sister's body, fingers and palms slipping over her skin while I traced the lithe contours and used my dick until the pleasure burst forth.
"Do it inside me," my sister snarled when it became obvious I was about to let it all go. "Just come, Daniel. Give me the cum."
The need got too great and I clutched at her waist, pushing in deep for three of four lunges, my cock spitting ejaculate into her body.
"Bare cock in my pussy," Jennifer groaned. She sawed a hand down between her legs as I emptied my balls, her words coming out in short, shocking bursts as she gasped and whined towards her own climax. "Come, Daniel," she said. "Come in my pussy. But," she continued when it was too late for me to do anything about it. "I have to tell you, I'm not on the pill. There's nothing to stop your sperm. Nothing at all to stop you putting a baby in there."
I gaped in horror when my dick slid out and blobs of jizm plopped onto the tiles. I'd just squirted all I had into my sister's body, all that goo and the sperm swimming around in search of her core.
"No, Jennifer, please," I said on a croak of absolute terror. "God, don't tell me ... Please ... Jesus, you mean...?"
My sister ignored me and reached for her knickers. She stepped into the underwear and pulled her briefs up to cover her vulva. She shrugged into her bra and fastened it up, then went for her dress, the shoes a constant pick-pock-peck against the floor as she moved, her body brushing against me in the limited space.
"Jen," I said, desperation in my tone. "Shit, what if you're pregnant? Fuck," I gasped, panic rising inside. "No, this isn't true. It just can't be real."
"Give me a couple of minutes," Jennifer said. "I'll let you know if the coast is clear. Don't come out in case someone sees."
I dressed, the dread a deep hollow void yawning inside me.
"Oh, God," I groaned as I sat on the pan and put my head in my hands. "No, no, no."
Then I waited for my sister to come and tell me it was safe to come out.
I waited for twenty minutes until I realised the bitch wasn't going to bother.
Three
My grandmother saw it straight away.
I sat on the toilet and waited until it dawned on me she wasn't going to come back. There'd been some traffic in and out. The door creaked open several times, and each time it did I expected Jennifer to whisper the way was clear and I could make my escape. As it was, all I heard were semi-drunk conversations as women pissed and wiped and washed their hands. I heard a few lewd comments about some of the men, a cousin and an uncle of mine who were making tits of themselves as they went for anything with a pussy and pulse. There were a couple of arguments, too, the door finally closing on the last pair to leave before the other shoe dropped.
In that moment I hated my sister, and if I'd found her in the first few minutes which followed my creeping exit from the toilets, I would have cheerfully put her in hospital, or done something even worse.
As it was my grandmother saw me before I found my sister, her face showing deep concern as she asked, "My God, Danny, where have you been?"
Then she must have seen the turmoil I felt within, there must have been something in my face because she went on to ask, "What's wrong? What's happened?"
I didn't want to tell her. How could I? As far as it went, I'd cheated on her. It might have been a clandestine affair between us but, for us, the emotions were very intense, more so because it was an incestuous relationship and we only had each other to talk to. There could be no outside counselling for obvious reasons.
But my grandmother insisted we talk and dragged me across to the bar where it was a couple of decibels quieter.
"Danny, what is it?" she asked when she had a drink in her hand. "Tell me, sweetheart. What's wrong?"
Her face fell when I told her Jennifer knew, her eyes going wide with a mix of shock and fear -- a feeling I knew very well. I'd had twenty minutes to think about it, the fear greater for me after my sister's revelations about her vulnerable state and how I might have fucked a baby inside her.
"Oh, God ... Oh, Jesus," my grandmother breathed. "We have to find her. God, if she says anything..."
"I ... I don't think she'll tell," I said.
"How do you know? What makes you say that?"
I cursed my big mouth. Why had I said it?
"Just because," I said, avoiding my grandmother's eyes.
"Daniel, stop messing around. Don't you know how bloody serious this is? If your sister says something ... To anybody..."
She looked at me, forcing me to pay attention by tilting my face up to hers with a forefinger under my chin.
My grandmother fixed me with an intense gaze and said, "What makes you think she'll keep her mouth shut?"
It took five minutes of wheedling and threats before I sucked in air and looked her right in the eye.
Then I told her the whole sorry tale.
"The awful evil little bitch," my grandmother hissed when I finished.
We were still sitting at the bar with our worlds in shreds when the countdown began.
Big Ben chimed, the sonorous toll coming in via vision and sound from the huge TV screens all around the hall. As midnight struck it all went wild, with my mother coming over to blare out a "Happy New Year," before she trotted away to carry on the party.
"Fuck," I said, worry gnawing my guts.
"Indeed," my grandmother put in. "Happy New Year? I don't bloody-well think so."
Four
I was at my grandmother's house on New Year's Day. I'd hardly slept and was feeling gritty-eyed and a little short on temper. For her part, my grandmother appeared to be her usual self. She remained calm and cool and, most important of all for me in the aftermath of all that had happened, didn't blame me for fucking my sister.
"You might be twins," my grandmother said. "But you're nothing alike. She's always been a bad little bitch. I hate to say it, especially in front of you, Danny -- but she's a nasty little cow."
I nodded because I knew it. I felt the same way.
"I'm sorry," I said for the thousandth time. "I'm so, so sorry, gran."
"I told you," my grandmother snapped, showing a hint of the strain. "It's her, not you. You were a virgin until the other week. She's been a slut. You wouldn't have done it if she hadn't seen us together."
My grandmother grimaced, like she was sorry we'd ever gotten started, the look twisting the knife lodged in my chest.
"God, gran," I groaned. "What are we going to do? Wuh-what if she's pregnant?"
We were at the kitchen table, the teapot on top. My grandmother hit the oak with both writer's palms, fists clenched as she said, "Face the little cow head-on. We're going to confront her. Let's see what she has to say in front of me."
My insides lurched with fear when my grandmother said it. I didn't like the idea of seeing Jennifer again. I thought it was a mistake. My sister wasn't to be underestimated, especially if she felt she was cornered. She was just as likely to go nuclear and blab, despite her own wrongdoing. She could be reckless like that. Cutting her nose off to spite her face was beyond my sister's capabilities.
I tried to protest, but my grandmother is stubborn, as are most of the women in my family, my sister included.
"No, I'm going to call her and tell her I want to see her. And I'm doing it now."
***
My sister agreed to the meet. She surprised me by actually accepting the meeting-ground, too.
"There," my grandmother said after she ended the call.
The mobile phone went onto the table and I stared at it for a few seconds.
"She said she'll be here in twenty minutes," my grandmother informed me. "Maybe we should have a drink now? A proper drink."
I gulped and nodded and croaked out agreement.
"What'll it be, sweetheart?" she asked. "I'm having a vodka, what about you?"
I wasn't much into drinking, and especially not spirits, but I felt I could use the bite of alcohol to either bolster my nerve or deaden the pain. I opted for vodka, and she made it a large one. My grandmother splashed tonic into the glass and added a slice of lime which she cut at the counter.
"Living room," she said, then left me sitting at the table.
I had mixed feelings about that room after Jennifer had told me that was where she'd seen me with gran. I walked in and saw the tree, thought back to how it all started and my grandmother's fingers on my cock. I was hard at the memory as I threw a glance at the window, the curtains wide open on the zombie-world quiet of a new year street outside.
I sat on the sofa and sipped the drink, my grandmother alongside me as she did the same.
"It's a bloody pickle," she said on a sigh. "God, I'm dreading what she's going to say ... When I think about that bitch knowing..."My grandmother paused and shuddered, another sigh coming up while I too wondered at how this was all going to end.
"Pregnant," I muttered, wondering about my passport and where I could go.
"She's bloody nasty enough to do it, too, isn't she?"
I looked into my grandmother's face, the dread squirming inside me, a parasite on my soul.
"Oh, gran," I groaned in dread. "You never know..."
We waited and waited. My sister was a no-show after forty-five minutes.
"Another?" my grandmother asked. She pointed to the empty glass I had in my hand.
"Yeah, okay," I said, holding it up.
The buzz was on me and it wasn't unpleasant. I thought I could do with some more and gave my grandmother the glass.
She left the room and I was just looking out of the window when I saw Jennifer's blonde ponytail swing by.
A moment later the doorbell rang.
***
She walked past me with a cunty look on her face.
"Where is she?" Jennifer asked.
I closed the front door.
"The kitchen," I said.
My sister stalked off, tight jeans moulded to her rump, the North Face jacket puffed up from her waist to her neck.
I followed and heard my grandmother ask if Jennifer wanted a drink, to which my sister replied that she did. My grandmother took another tumbler out of the cupboard, dropped ice into the glass and poured the vodka on top. A splash of tonic but no lime I noticed, then she handed it over.
"Thanks," Jennifer said, taking a sip. "So," she added, "what's up?"
Her attitude was astounding. My sister stood there like she'd just popped round to gossip about the party, like it was just another day and we weren't embroiled in a hideous situation which could see all our lives in tatters.
And it wasn't just the three main players at risk. The rest of the family would be tarnished by the combined sin of our incestuous dealings if it all went south as a result of our meeting.
"Jennifer," my grandmother cautioned. "Don't play games. This is too serious for that."
I was surprised to see it, but my sister actually looked chagrined. Her eyes went to the floor and she mumbled an apology.
"All right," said gran, taking control. "The living room. All of us. Now."
We went along the corridor in a short crocodile. My grandmother led the way while my sister followed along, me at the rear. Gran took the big arm chair while Jennifer sat on the sofa. I looked at the settee and plonked myself down with as much distance between us as I could manage.
"First things first," my grandmother said. "This nonsense about you might be pregnant ... Is that a possibility, girl?"
Jennifer looked at me and then looked down at her lap.
"Maybe," she muttered.
"Don't be a silly, stupid girl," our grandmother barked. "Just answer the fucking question -- yes or no?"
We both jumped at the vehement outburst, and it looked like the expletive shocked my sister as much as it had affected me.
"Okay, God," Jennifer drawled. She rolled her eyes, apparently quickly recovered from the surprise of the unprecedented use of the F-word in front of us kids. Of course, I'd heard the potty-mouthed talk from my grandmother before, but in an entirely different context and under a completely different set of circumstances. When I'd heard her blurt profanity before, I'd been fucking into her pussy, so her use of the word still had the power to shock. "No," Jennifer added. "I'm not pregnant. Or I'm at least as sure as I can be. It's never one-hundred percent, is it?"
"So you're ... protected?" our grandmother asked.
Jennifer nodded.
"Yep. Safe." She looked at me and grinned. "Shitting it were you?"
"Don't talk to him," our grandmother said. "This is between us, Jennifer. Don't involve Daniel."
My sister smirked and said, "He's already involved, gran. Don't you think? He's fucked us both. How much more involved could he be?"
Our grandmother glared at her and said, "Don't be so bloody rude while you're in my house, girl. No more swearing."
Again, my sister surprised me by sitting and taking it. She looked down at her lap again, then sipped her drink.
"Can I take my coat off?" Jennifer asked.
Our grandmother nodded.
"Of course," she said.
Jennifer handed me her glass, which I took it in an automatic response. Then she got up off the sofa and took off her coat. She had a white tee-shirt on underneath the jacket, nothing else, no bra at all, her breasts high and tight, areolae vague while her nipples were obvious.
My sister dropped her coat onto the floor alongside the sofa. She sat down and took her drink.
"Thanks," she said, fingers brushing mine.
My face warmed at the contact. I was back in the cubicle and inside her body, her moans and gasps coming out of her throat.
"Right, okay," our grandmother said. "What we want to know, Jennifer, is what are you planning to do?"
"Well, I was thinking..." My sister paused and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she glanced at me. Then she looked at our gran and heaved a sigh and went on to say, "On the way over ... Well, I was wondering if perhaps we couldn't do it again? You know," she said, looking at me. "Me and you, Danny."
Five
I looked at my grandmother and then gaped at my sister.
"What?" I said.
"I liked it," Jennifer said with a shrug. "You know it was a big thing of mine. Doing it was so fucking thrilling."
Jennifer threw an apologetic look towards our grandmother.
"Oops. Sorry," she said.
Our grandmother shrugged and compounded my confusion by saying, "That's all right. I understand, Jennifer. Slip of the tongue."
My sister gave her what looked to be a humble smile before she said, "Look, I know I've been a real pain in the arse before. Yeah-yeah," she added, raising a hand like one of us was going to comment. "I know, yes, I've been a cow forever. You don't think I know it?"
Jennifer pulled a face at me. She gurned, going cross-eyed and poking out her tongue while I still tried to process the scene as it carried on unfolding around me.
"But I'm not stupid," she added. "I realise what a massive, huge thing this is. And I've been doing a lot of thinking since last night." She looked over to me and smiled and really left me with my chin on my chest as she said, "And I'm sorry I buggered off like I did. I couldn't believe we'd actually done it. Jesus, I was flying so high! I was so thrilled."
"But will you tell anyone, Jennifer?" my grandmother asked.
My sister shook her head and looked solemn.
"No," she said. "Because I want to play, too."
"With your brother?"
Jennifer paused and seemed nervous. She squirmed her rump on the sofa, her eyes on the tree for a moment or two.
"Well," she finally said, the word barely a whisper. "I wondered if you'd like to share him with me?"
The atmosphere flat-lined after she said it. Nobody spoke, nobody moved. I saw our grandmother was staring at Jen, her expression either shocked or aghast, I couldn't be sure.
It went on for quite a long time, a minute at least. Sixty seconds in which all we did was gawk at each other.
Then, eventually, finally, our grandmother said, "Share? What do you mean 'share'?"
Jennifer shifted again, squirming against the sofa like she had an itch down there between her legs.
"Share as in share, gran. Him and you, him and me."
Our grandmother blinked and asked for more clarification.
"As couples or...?" She sucked in a quick breath through her nose. "Or do you mean the three of us, girl? As in together? At the same time?"
It felt like a physical blow when my sister lowered her eyes to her lap and nodded.
Then she looked directly into our grandmother's face and said, "Yes, the three of us together. At the same time."
Six
It happened around me. I had no real influence on what followed on that New Year's day. I'd sat and listened to them speaking like I wasn't right there in the room, like I had no say in the matter. Then, the next thing I can recall is my grandmother getting out of her chair and moving towards the sofa.
She had the tumbler of vodka in hand and she leaned in low, her blouse gaping to reveal the upper slopes of her breasts. I could see straight down and into her bra before my grandmother did the trick of tilting my face with a forefinger under my chin again. She smiled at me and threw a quick glance at my sister before staring into my eyes.
Our grandmother purred, "Do you want two women at the same time?"
All I could do was sit there and let out a croak. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. One minute my life was in ruins, the next I was about to get all tangled up between my grandmother and my sister, all of us naked, their mouths on my cock.
"Poor love," our grandmother said, smirking at Jennifer. "He's too surprised to speak. You'll have to help me if you want to get any sense out of the boy."
"Oh, gran," I heard my sister say on a sigh. "Do you mean...?"
Our grandmother chuckled and rolled her eyes. Went to my sister.
"Oh, God, why not," our grandmother said. "What does it matter? I'm already damned for my sin with your brother. I might as well corrupt you, too, dear."
"I'm ... I'm not a lesbian," Jennifer said, blinking up at our gran.
"Sweetheart," our grandmother replied. "Neither am I. But we can still have a little kiss and a cuddle, can't we? I don't mind a little time kissing a girl between her legs. I've done it before, you know. Way back in time," she added with a grin and a waggle of her fingers. "And you're very pretty, my dear."
***
Our grandmother came back to me. She leaned in and this time kissed my mouth.
"We're all going to go upstairs, Danny," she said, slowly. "The three of us, darling. We want you to come upstairs and make love. What do you think?" she whispered before kissing my mouth again.
My hands went to her waist as I pulled her onto my lap. Our grandmother yelped and laughed, my fingers going into her blouse. I was hard, stiffer than I could recall. My cock pulsed with desire, gran's heavy tits in my palms as I forced my tongue into her mouth.
"Jesus!" Jennifer cried. "Oh my, God ... You two are snogging."
I pulled away from our grandmother's face and grabbed for my sister. She squealed and laughed and then ducked in to let me kiss her, our tongues swirling and writhing, my hand still inside gran's blouse.
"The both of you?" I asked, stunned and delighted.
Jennifer glanced at gran before nodding at me.
"Yeah," she said. "I don't fucking believe it. It's so fucking hot."
Jennifer started it off. She got up out of the sofa and peeled her tee-shirt over her head. She was wriggling out of her jeans having toed the backs of her shoes off her feet, her knickers going down with the jeans.
"My, God, girl, what a lovely body. Oh, sweetheart, you're lovely."
Our grandmother said it and then rolled off me. She went to my sister and gently caressed one of Jennifer's breasts.
"Divine," our grandmother breathed, her free hand mauling her own weighty orbs.
"God, I don't believe this is happening," Jennifer sighed. "I don't," she said, looking at me. "It's fucking incredible."
"I ... I don't know if I want to be naked alongside you," our grandmother said. "I feel so fat and old..."
That spurred me on and had me up on my feet.
"Oh, gran," I said, moving to kiss her. "You're gorgeous. I've told you a million times. You're so lovely. I mean it. I love you," I finished.
"We'll need to keep the lights off," our grandmother told us. "You two are so young and vibrant..." She looked at my sister again, with Jennifer naked by then. "Oh my," she muttered, almost to herself. "It's going to be such a naughty, wicked thrill watching you two do it."
Jennifer nodded with some enthusiasm as she replied with, "I want to watch you and Danny together as well." Then her expression went sly as she smirked and added a lewd, "I want to watch you fucking your grandson's cock." Jennifer touched herself between her legs, groaning and wincing as she fingered her bean. "Oh, gran, please, let's go. I want to suck my brother's dick with you. I want to do it all..."
***
She left the light on in the hallway outside. No lights on in the bedroom.
Our grandmother stripped bare and got on the bed, my sister cranking my cock, both of us naked already.
They both got to work on my dick, slurping and sucking after a tentative start, the three of us strangely shy and awkward until lust got us going.
It was an incredible sight, my gran and my sister smirking as they passed my hard-on back-and-forth, their lips distorted around my girth, their cheeks concave as they sucked and slobbered and licked.
My sister held me and spat on my dick, then smeared saliva over the head and the shaft before she made me get onto my back.
"I've got to fuck him," she muttered. "God, I'm so fucking hot for this cock."
I watched our grandmother as she rubbed at her vulva, her eyes on us while Jen rode up and down and moaned out her joy.
My sister's buttocks were taut under my fingers when I took hold of her body, squeezing and kneading as she fucked onto my length, her pelvis working to-and-fro, our grandmother's fingers squelching around inside her own pussy while she also strummed at her clit with her thumb.
It went on for a few minutes, the incredible scene, the three of us absorbed by our incestuous lust. I was just wondering if I'd be able to resist flooding my sister with cum when she gave a huge gasp and rubbed at her clit, her orgasm rolling and rolling until she sobbed and curled in low to kiss my mouth, the judders moving through her hips while her thighs twitched in nerveless spasm.
Then, when she was done, my sister collapsed to one side, our gran straight at my cock where she slurped Jennifer's need off my length.
"Me," squealed our gran. "Me now, Danny, my darling."
Our grandmother got down alongside me, on the opposite side from where my sister was sucking in air and groaning in post-coital bliss. Gran pawed at my arm and urged me to climb between her thighs.
"Love me, baby," she mumbled, still rubbing her pussy. "Come to me, darling. Let me feel the love."
"Yeah, go on, fuck her," Jennifer murmured. "Oh, shit," she went on with a groan. "This is so much better that I imagined. I never thought it would actually happen. But, here we are. Oh, God, Danny, that's right," Jennifer said when our gran let out a moan. "Fuck the dirty old bitch. Make her scream with your lovely big cock."
My grandmother had spoken of love, she'd urged me to love her, and that was usually the style between us. There were times when it was all just for the fucking, the physical pleasure, but we were mostly about tender emotions and soft, easy kisses as we murmured and moved slowly together. But that late morning was nothing but sex. It was all about nastiness because my sister was with us and she made it that way. I fucked into our gran and used my cock in all the ways I knew would give her pleasure. It was a desperate race to see who'd get there first. She was writhing and grunting, her fingers working her bean while I gritted my teeth and concentrated on holding back with the rush until our grandmother had climaxed.
I gaped and moaned and took my sister's tongue into my mouth when Jennifer kissed me, the rush coming when my sister then went down and kissed our gran.
Seeing them do it brought a huge bellow out of my chest, spunk gushing forth, the sweet rush of release exploding inside my own grandmother's pussy.
"You're coming!" our grandmother announced. She looked at my sister with wonder in her expression as she mumbled, "He's coming. He's coming for me."
After that it turned into a frenzy of moaning and gasping and groans.
"This is the best," my sister mumbled, her fingers at her sex.
Jennifer rubbed herself off, coming as my orgasm tapered, our grandmother going along with my sister, both of them working their hands down at their pussies, me with my mouth locked with gran's as I kissed her through it.
It finally calmed, the three of us laid on the bed in a haphazard tangle of limbs and sheets.
"Oh, God," Jennifer blinked. "That was just too hot ... I ... I can't believe we just did all that." She giggled and pulled her knees to her chest, hands over her face as she said, "I'm so embarrassed. God, gran, the stuff we did..."
Our grandmother went to my sister and eased Jen's hands from her face.
"It's amazing, isn't it, darling? And you're a part of it, too. From now on, if you want to..."
Our grandmother looked my way and smiled.
"...And if Daniel doesn't mind, of course," our grandmother added. "Well, we could all be lovers. I think it could be lovely."
When my sister glanced at me, she did so shyly. I'd never seen her look that way before, the pissed-off tightness gone from her face, her eyes clear and shining and happy.
"I'm sorry for the pregnancy thing, Danny," Jennifer said. "I'm sorry for everything. I ... I suppose I've always been jealous of you. That's probably why I was such a bitch all these years."
"Wuh-what are you saying?" I stammered.
Jennifer sighed and threw a look at our gran. She smiled and then focussed on me.
Then she gave a half-shrug and said, "That I want to be part of this with you." Jennifer's eyes flicked to our grandmother again. "I want to be with you like this. The three of us like this. I'll try not to be nasty. I'll try to change if you'll help me."
"We'll both love you," our grandmother said. She sat up and held out her arms and my sister moved in for the embrace.
I watched, gape-mouthed as the tingling of arousal started again. My cock thickened and grew, the sight of them kissing bringing forth the carnal desires once more.
The kiss went on and on, soft and tender, their hands moving over bare skin, murmurs of appreciation coming out of the pair.
"Oh, God, he's hard again," our grandmother chirruped when the kiss broke and she noticed my cock. "Leave that for a little while, Danny," she added. "There's a lot to talk about," she said, looking at Jen. "We have to think long and hard about how we're going to keep this between us. We must keep it secret. We have to make sure nobody ever finds out.
"God, can you imagine...?" she said to my sister. "It would be catastrophic if it ever got out."
Jennifer nodded and said, "Incest ... We'd be hated. Our mother..."
Despite the arousal sliding within, I still saw the realisation dawn on my sister.
"We can't ever take it back, can we?" she asked. "We're all caught in this thing now. If mum found out, she'd just die."
"No, we can't take it back. It's with us forever," our grandmother said. "But it isn't just sex, Jennifer," she went on to say. "I really do care for your brother in a way that goes beyond what you'd expect between a grandmother and her grandson. We're lovers. We're in love. We don't just fuck; we make love as well."
My sister closed her eyes and sucked in a breath. She let out a sigh and a low murmur on top of the air.
My heart swelled with emotion when she next spoke. She sounded so lost and forlorn.
"Can I be part of it, too?" Jennifer asked. "Will you love me the same way?"
"I said we would already, sweetheart," our grandmother breathed. "You're as involved as we are now. After today ... Well, after last night..."
Jennifer gasped and shook her head, her eyes moving to me.
"Jesus," she said, "I must have been crazy. Oh, Danny, what the hell was I thinking. We could have been caught. Fuck," she spat, focus going down to the bed. "I was such an idiot. I'm so, so sorry. God, what a cow!"
"That's behind you, Jennifer," our gran put in. "We have to look forward. It's a new year ... a new way of life for us. Don't look back, sweetheart. Let's look to the future. The three of us, together."
I had no way of knowing how it would go as we all sat on the bed and talked our way through that afternoon. It was all in the year to come and the one after that. There was no way to tell if we'd hold the secret together. But, as I looked at my sister and gran -- my lovers -- I had a feeling it would all be all right.