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With a spring in her step, Daniela walked towards her grandpa's house. She'd walked this path thousands of times, but today was different: it was the first day of a month-long holiday with him -- and no one else.
Her dad, David, had given her a stern talking to, which could be summarised with his closing sentence: 'Grandpa isn't like us, Dani, and you have to respect that. No sex.'
The family had a special arrangement. Daniela's mother had been raised in a free-loving, incestuous community, and her husband David eagerly jumped in the pool when she first laid out the rules. Daniela and her younger brother Dale had been raised from birth to see intimate touches and kisses as normal, and though David had only recently started having full sex with her, Dani took to it like a charm, often wearing her dad out when he came home from work -- because, no matter how tired he was, he could never resist her tight teen cunt.
So, when he put his foot down about her upcoming holiday, she'd pouted, but agreed to keep her libido in check. For grandpa.
Still, being raised as she was came with a few eccentricities. Which is why neither she nor her mother had seen any issue with her outfit: a sensible blouse, sneakers with ankle socks, and a pleated skirt three inches long that exposed the bottom of her cute little ass, shaking with each step.
When she looked at herself in the mirror before setting off, she noted that it covered up her kitty just fine, so she'd slipped off the restrictive underwear her dad forced on her and popped them in her backpack.
Of course, in motion, she showed flashes of her bald cunt with every other step, but she didn't really notice.
Alan, however, struggled to keep his cool when he saw his granddaughter saunter up, pussy and ass bared to the world. His son's wife was some hippie type, always showing too much skin, and his adorable Daniela seemed to be following her example. Where did they even find skirts this short? Was she really not wearing anything over her hairless, 14-year-old pussy? That couldn't be right. They had to be some sort of peach-coloured panties.
'Hi, grandpa!' Daniela cheerfully called out, waving at him from the front gate. A couple of skips later, and she was in his arms, breathing in the smell of the cigarettes that permeated his sweater, even though he made a point never to smoke in front of her.
'Hi,' he said, gruffly. His chest rumbled against her face with each word. He was always kind of grumpy, but she didn't mind one bit. 'Did your mother get you that outfit, Dani?'
'She gives me money to buy my own clothes. You don't like it?'
He definitely did not , but she was just a kid, barely a teenager. There was no point getting mad her -- he hated the thought of scaring her, and he didn’t want to come off as some kind of prude who thought she should be ashamed of her body. She had a lovely figure, growing in all the right places, and even if she didn’t, why give her a complex? Besides, they’d be spending most of their time at his place anyways, exploring the woods out back or playing board games in the living room. No creeps around to leer at her.
‘It just looks a little cold is all,’ he sighed.
‘I don’t get cold easy! Mom says I’m like a hot water bottle. See?’ With that, she hopped into his arms, and snuggled up against his chest.
Alan felt a pang of love for his darling granddaughter, and squeezed her tight. ‘You sure are. I’m happy you’re spending your holiday with me, Dani. Gets lonely out here.’
Even for a man as predisposed to solitude as he was, the death of his wife a few years back had unlocked a loneliness he’d never quite felt before, and he was speaking from the heart. Daniela could tell, and a sad compassion lined the warmth she felt for her grandpa. So, she did something that always helped her nuclear family feel better, and tenderly kissed her grandfather’s lips.
This was another one of those hippie things Alan didn’t totally understand, and though his instinct told him to push her off, he simply let Daniela place small, loving kisses on his mouth, deeply aware of how her lipgloss made their lips stick together whenever she pulled away. It had been so long since he’d felt a soft mouth against his own, and shamefully, each peck sent a tickle to the pit of his stomach, sparking tingles of arousal down the length of his dick.
This was his granddaughter ! She wouldn't even be in High School until September! With a grunt, he moved away from her face, and cleared his throat, careful not to let her belly touch the growing lump between his legs.
‘We’re gonna have so much fun,’ Daniela said, grinning. ‘Right, grandpa?’
Alan watched the nymph in his arms, and ignored the apprehension that shot through his happiness. ‘You said it, honey.’
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Quietly, the door creaked open. A night breeze swooped in through the open window, swirled through the air, and kissed Daniela's cute, naked cunt lips.
She stood at the threshold of her grandfather’s room. Ahead, he lay asleep, dead to the world. Daniela pressed her hammering clit with her forefingers, wiggled her hips, and tentatively stepped forward.
Her father told her to tone down the sex, and she had . She hadn't suckled on her granddaddy’s cock while watching TV, like she did at home with her dad. She didn't lazily rub her pussy reading a book in the hammock outside. But some things didn't even register as daring.
When she settled in the living room to do the stretches her mom taught her, Daniela didn't think twice about her outfit, throwing on some leggings and a loose tank top, and only realised something was "wrong" when she caught Alan staring. He'd come down for coffee and settled in his armchair to drink it, looking at her absently, at first, until he noticed the crystal clear view he had of her perky young tits through the arm hole of her tank top.
What could he do? She wasn't doing anything bad, not really, and if he suddenly stood up, she'd be puzzled by his escape -- and worse, she might notice the disgusting erection growing in his lap.
So he just watched her stretch and groan and sweat, breasts trembling and swaying, and she happily noted the awkward shift in his position. She was making him horny, and that felt good .
Maybe a little too good.
At home, Daniela was used to her father and brother sporting proud boners, and she hadn't realised how normalised that part of her life was. Now, only a few days since she got here, the hint of her grandfather's arousal smashed all other concerns out of her brain. Knowing he was hot made her feel hot, and she tingled throughout dinner, her shower, and tucking herself into bed -- even after quietly rubbing her cunt in private.
Lying in bed, listening to the house settle, she had an idea.
Alan warned her that he took sleeping pills, and if she needed him, she'd have to shake him hard so he'd wake up. That meant his body would just -- be there , right? Solid, strong, smelling of tobacco and mature musk.
That's why she stood at his door, peering in, practically dripping onto the floor.
Daniela tiptoed to Alan's bedside, and huffed a little at how spacious and comfortable the bed looked. It'd be way nicer to share it instead of sleeping in her dad's old room -- even if, unlike her dad, her grandpa wouldn't lull her to sleep with his meat in her gash. Alan rolled onto his back with a sigh, in deep sleep, one hand falling to his side. Perfect.
Daniela carefully climbed onto the springy mattress and crawled closer, settling beside her grandpa with his limp arm between her spread legs. With his fingers nearly touching her labia, her pussy instinctively started clenching, sending small ripples of pleasure through her, as though trying to suck in his hand. Daniela took his wrist, brushed his blunt fingers over her trembling lips, and worked her grandfather's hand into her pussy.
Daniela's eyes rolled back in pleasure. It was the first time she felt his fingers inside her, nice and thick in a way that filled her up real good. Her daddy would always be her favorite, but grandpa had such a unique charm and energy about him. She could become obsessed.
As she wished he'd just play with her pussy of his own free will, she noticed the bulge rising between his legs, and giggled. There must be some recognition of the lovely feeling of a woman’s cunt hugging his fingers, the scent of her arousal, penetrating even his deep sleep. Touching his hardening prick made Daniela’s insides erupt with butterflies, her lust spike to ridiculous levels. She wanted to be fucked so badly. She hadn’t gone without direct stimulation from her dad or brother for such a long time – this was torture.
Daniela rocked on her grandfather’s fingers harder, rubbing her throbbing clit on his rugged palm, and a quiet gasp escaped her when she felt him move inside her. He wasn’t awake – not as far as she could tell – but his cock twitched under her hand and his thick fingers seemed to be searching out her g-spot. He was such a quiet, reserved old man, but even unconscious, he had a real instinct for pleasuring a woman – or a girl. How good would he be to fuck ?
That thought tipped Daniela over the edge, and her thighs clapped together with a shiver to ride out an orgasm. The fingertips she kept on his bulge felt moisture. He’d blown his load, too, in his sleep.
Panting, Daniela carefully withdrew her grandpa’s fingers from her vagina, and washed off the scent of young cunt with water from the glass on his bedside table. She stretched his hand a little to avoid cramps, and placed a little kiss on his stubbly cheek.
Her dad told her grandpa wasn’t like them, in the incestuous lifestyle, and that she needed to respect that. But she had a month to go, and if she could tempt her grandfather into wanting to make the jump, well… then there’d be no barriers to his exploring her pussy.
Daniela grinned, and padded off back to her room.
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Daniela knew she wouldn’t get dicked down by her grandpa straight away. He respected her and didn’t want to hurt her, which was why she loved him so much, and his restraint made the prospect of tempting him so much better. He was still a man, after all, and Daniela handled her fair share of those every day.
They were headed to the public swimming pool today, where the outdoor facilities had just been opened for the summer, and this was a golden opportunity. As Dani finished packing her little drawstring bag, Alan rapped his knuckles on the door to her dad’s old room and peered in.
‘All set, honey?’
‘Yep!’ She raised her bag and skipped towards him, then stopped in her tracks, kneaded the bag, and patted herself down. ‘Oh, wait.’
‘What’s wrong?’
‘I think I dropped my phone. One sec!’ She handed her grandpa the bag, and without a moment's hesitation or concern, got down on all fours to check under the bed – which meant her skirt flipped up enough to flash her naked, hairless cunt at him. When she heard him gasp, she smiled, out of his sight, and made sure not to look too deliberate when she crawled forward to make her underage pussy wink open and closed at him, lips starting to blush with excitement.
‘Daniela,’ Alan coughed, ‘I think you’ve forgotten more than your phone.’
‘What’s that, grandpa? Oh, found it!’
She jumped to her feet and brandished the phone like a prize, smile faltering when she saw his stern demeanour. Alan gestured towards his lap. ‘Your… underwear?...’
‘Oh my gosh, sorry!’ Daniela squeaked. ‘I meant to put my bikini bottoms on! Just a sec!’
With that, she slammed the bedroom door in her grandfather’s face. As she reflected on the noticeable tent in his slacks, she fished her bikini out of her bag with a sly grin.
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As she emerged from the pool, dozens of eyes boring into her tender flesh, Daniela met her grandfather’s saucer-sized pupils and shot him an innocent smile – which was very at odds with the extreme micro-bikini that barely covered up her privates: two skinny rectangles from the bottom of her small tits up to her shoulders, the strip just wide enough to fully cover her nipples, and a panty slung low on her hips, with a single narrow patch of fabric over her clit and lips, ending in a thin g-string bisecting her developing ass.
When they’d arrived at the pool, Alan had excused himself to pay, change, and use the bathroom, while Daniela was free to just shuck her summer dress and dive into the water. She had put her bikini on after her grandpa’s remarks back home, but he’d thankfully neglected to check what her swimwear actually looked like.
Daniela pulled her dress off, and instantly, she felt every man, boy, and a fair number of women turn their attention to her. She’d sewn this micro-bikini with her mother’s help, and she’d had a lot of success turning her family on with the flimsy garments. She knew too much attention on her young, exposed body might get them kicked out, though, and quickly jumped in the pool to cover herself up.
When Alan returned in his swimming trunks, Dani waved at him, and he didn’t note anything amiss. It was only when, after about thirty minutes of swimming, she stepped out of the water, he did a cartoon-style double take looking at her from his magazine.
‘Daniela! Christ almighty!’ he jumped from the deckchair and put a towel around her, holding it closed over her body. She noted his balled fists against her still-growing tits, and even through the material, it made her hum with pleasure. ‘You can’t wear that!’
‘What’s wrong, grandpa?’
‘It’s… it’s too revealing.’
‘It’s just a bikini.’
‘It’s not just a…’ He sighed. His hold on the towel relaxed a little, allowing it to part. Peering down, with how thin the strips of fabric over her nipples were and how low slung the bottom was, she looked practically naked. ‘You’re thirteen, and it isn’t appropriate.’
‘I’m four teen,’ she corrected. ‘And I made this myself! I was proud of how it turned out.’
‘It’s very well made,’ Alan hastened to say. It did look commercially bought, but knowing she’d sewn it made him a little less worried. She’d clearly just misread her measurements or something. There was no way his sweet granddaughter meant to be a piece of cocktease jailbait – and he chastened himself for even thinking of those terms. ‘Dani, have you ever worn this before?’
‘No,’ she lied. ‘I tried it on, and it felt okay, so I thought it was fine. Is it not fine?’
Uneasily, Alan relented, not wanting to make her feel self-conscious. He was nervous when she shed the towel and went to lie down beside him on her chair, letting the sun dry her soft skin, but no one came to kick them out. Maybe he was making a mountain out of a molehill after all. Times had changed a lot since he was her age.
He was so concerned with looking out for pool staff while pretending to be relaxing that he didn’t notice the increased foot traffic around their chairs. Men, young and old, made long detours to pass by Daniela and sweep over her beautiful body, which she’d encourage with a little shake of her breasts or opening of her thighs, leaving them with obvious bulges. Later, when she was leaving the bathroom, a man who was there with his young daughters and who’d shot her a nasty look when he saw her micro-bikini passed her and muttered ‘little slut.’
‘Hey,’ Daniela called. The man paused. They were alone in the hallway leading to the toilets, though it opened onto the pool in full view of whoever got up from their chairs. ‘That’s not a nice thing to say to somebody you don’t know.’
‘Don’t dress like one, then,’ he grumbled, unable to make eye contact.
‘Jeez. You sound pretty frustrated, mister.’ His eyes widened when Daniela hooked a thumb under the hem of her narrow bikini bottoms and pulled them out, giving him an easy view of the mound of her vulva. ‘Touch me. You’ll be less stressed out.’
That’s how it worked in her home, at least.
The father was paralysed, staring down at her wispy pubic hair, and she was about to write it off and go back to swimming when he nervously reached in and fondled her cute, puffy pussy.
He wasn’t doing a very good job of stimulating her, but he rubbed circles around her hard little clit and since no one else had touched her in days, she humped against his hand, biting her lip in bliss. ‘I knew you’d go for it. Dad never resists.’
‘Your d–’ The man’s voice was gravelly, throat suddenly dry. His shorts were starting to tent as he prodded her slick hole. ‘How old are you?’
‘Fourteen.’
‘ Jesus Christ ,’ he whispered, shakily working his middle finger into her hungry cunt. ‘I-is it – do you need… help?’
The absurdity offering some vague support to the young teen he was currently fingerfucking hit him even as he said it. A little wet patch marked where his cockhead stood, hidden away, and Daniela gripped his pole and jacked him off as she replied: ‘Maybe. Can I suck your dick?’
That jolted him out of the moment, and he tore his hand away from her like he’d touched a hot stove, half-jogging back to his family. Daniela watched him go with a tinge of annoyance. The kind of guy who slung around what he thought were insults always ended up being some sort of lame pervert. His clumsy massaging of her pussy had been nice, however, and she decided that even if Alan wasn’t going to fuck her, she’d find a way to get him to touch her.
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Alan smiled at his granddaughter when she stepped out of the bathroom in a sensible tank top and shorts. They’d ended up spending a pretty nice day out at the pool, and he’d let her have first dibs on the shower once they were back home. The micro-bikini still made him uncomfortable, but he didn’t want to think about it too much.
‘Your turn, grandpa!’ said Daniela, combing her wet hair.
‘Don’t have to tell me twice.’ But when he stood up from the couch and headed to the bathroom door, Daniela tugged on his t-shirt to get him to wait. ‘Dani?’
‘Sorry, I just wanted to ask you for a favor. Can you check if I washed alright between my legs?’
Alan had been nodding, happy to do whatever she needed, but stopped him in his tracks. ‘Oh, honey, I don’t know if that’d be okay…’
‘Why not? You’re my grandpa.’
‘Yes, but… well, you’re a big girl, aren’t you? I’m sure it’s fine.’
Dani sighed. ‘See, I hope so, but, um… a few months back, we went to a pool and afterwards it turned out I should’ve washed up better, and I had a gross thingy down there that hurt real bad for a while . I just don’t want that to happen again.’
She’d never actually had that issue, but another girl in her family’s insular incestuous community had run into this exact problem, and Alan wouldn’t be any the wiser. Though he was conflicted, he hated thinking of his precious grandchild in pain, and his reluctant nod was met with Daniela trotting over to the couch, bending over, and whipping her shorts and panties off in one go.
Alan tried to be rational about it, remind himself of the totally non-sexual times he’d helped bathe her as a toddler, but this was painfully different. She was so young, but she was turning into a real woman now, with a real, smoking hot set of holes to match. Bent double on the couch, she seemed primed for action, though he supposed this was better than inspecting her in the missionary position.
Not wanting to leave her hanging in this awkward position, Alan got a little closer and peered at his granddaughter’s privates. Like a lowercase letter i, her pussy ran in a lovely pink line bordered by juicy labia, with only the most occasional dusting of blonde hairs, punctuated by a tight asshole. Her clit was hidden, he noted, and with disgust, he realised he wanted to part her lips and look for it.
It’d been too long since his wife passed.
Trying hard to keep his voice level, he said, 'all clear, honey.'
'Wait. Could you look closer, just to check there's no redness? I want to be really sure.'
Alan sighed through his nose and tried to avoid thinking about exactly what he was doing as he tentatively put his hands on her firm cheeks and spread his granddaughter's pussy. His index fingers sunk into the chubby flesh of her outer lips, and the only reason he didn’t notice Daniela’s answering shiver was how fixated he became on her slit. He chastised himself for confusing the natural moisture of her cunt with slickness from arousal, for imagining the intoxicating smell of her wanting to be bred – but, to his horror, when she flexed her tiny holes, his cock lurched, imagining being held in her underage pussy’s incestuous embrace.
‘You’re fine, sweetheart,’ Alan babbled, letting go, and turning to hide his stiffy from her before she stood up straight. ‘I’ll, er, go take that shower now, alright? Can’t stand the chlorine smell.’
He rushed out as quick as he could, vowing to tame his arousal with a cold stream, while Daniela pulled her bottoms back on and smiled. She recognised this embarrassment well, and had hoped to see it afflict her grandfather, which is why she’d tactically left her socks behind in the bathroom. After idling at the door until she was pretty sure Alan had taken his clothes off, she said, ‘sorry, grandpa, I’m coming in!,’ and barged inside.
'Dani,' he stammered, caught out. His thick old cock stood proud, stiff as a far younger man's, delicious. ‘You need to knock!’
‘I forgot these!’ Daniela plucked the socks from the radiator, but her eyes were riveted on Alan’s tool. A week without dick and the sight had her mouth watering and her pussy throbbing. She missed being pounded by her daddy so bad, and this prick looked like it'd pop in and cram her cunt deliciously full.
She knew he'd recover and hide it away soon, but she also thought his mind would be so conflicted she could get away with a risky move. So, without hesitation, she let out a mischievous giggle, dropped to her knees, and sucked one of his fat hanging nuts into her hot teen mouth.
Above, she heard him gasp, and his sweltering elderly cock slapped against her temple, silky and warm on her creamy skin. He smelled clean, but masculine and powerful , like his age only improved his sexuality.
'Dani!' he breathed, stepping away, 'what the hell do you think you're doing?'
'Just teasing you, grandpa!' she chuckled, standing back up. 'Like when you tickle me or razz my belly. I know boys are sensitive down there, so I thought I’d get you good.’
'You can't --' Alan grabbed his discarded towel and wrapped it around himself, though the swell of his boner was obvious. He wasn’t sure how to end his sentence. Was he overreacting, or was Daniela’s behaviour actually worrying? She was so straightforwardly happy, grinning at the mischievous trick she’d pulled. There couldn’t be anything to it. Lamely, he sighed. ‘Boys are a little too sensitive there for this kind of thing, honey. Don’t do it again, okay?’
‘Aw, sorry, grandpa.’ She hugged him, delighting at feeling his warm, looser skin under her hands and arms, the wiry chest hair against her cheek, and, of course, that throbbing cock poking her in the belly. ‘Did it hurt?’
‘Not much, it's fine.’ Alan quickly squeezed her in an answering cuddle, though he prayed she didn’t feel how turned on he was, heat radiating from where her young mouth had slobbered on his nuts. ‘I’ll be out in a minute and we can go get some burgers for dinner, okay?’
‘Okay!’ said Daniela, leaving the room. She was practically drooling, not at the prospect of the meal, but the taste she’d just had of her grandfather’s libido – and she decided that that night, she’d get a little extra treat.
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The door to Alan’s bedroom creaked open, and Dani sneaked in. Throughout the rest of the evening, she’d had sex on the brain, and though her grandfather hadn’t acted differently towards her even after what happened in the bathroom, she was sure the same was true for him.
She had to relieve the growing sexual frustration, if only for her own sake. Grandpa’s sleeping pills were going to come in useful again.
Daniela unceremoniously crept onto Alan’s bed, where he lay peacefully breathing, unconscious, and pulled down the boxers he wore to sleep. She hadn’t waited as long as she had the first night, but he seemed gone, and he didn’t react to her pulling out his thick, limp cock. Dani licked her lips and set about one of her favorite things: sucking a softie into a leaking fucktool.
The first touch of his soft, sensitive head against her lips had her moaning already, covering the glans in loving little kisses before she took it in her mouth and expertly swirled her tongue on the underside, enjoying the clean, masculine taste. She’d heard older men tended to have trouble getting hard, but to her delight, Alan was an exception. In a few minutes, he was almost as stiff as he had been that afternoon, twitching in her hand and against her tongue, and she felt the first trickle of pre pearling at the tip –
‘What’re you doing?’
Daniela paused, old prick at the back of her throat, and slowly let it out with a messy slurp to guiltily meet Alan’s eyes. He was gazing at her with an odd vagueness, none of the shock she’d expected – and a slight smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
‘Jesus, Marnie, we’ve got a guest down the hall!’ he murmured.
Ah-hah. Marnie was his late wife. Dani only vaguely remembered her grandma, but Alan and her dad David often remarked on how much they looked alike. The medication made him a little silly. Through that haze, no wonder he’d get the wrong idea.
Well, no point letting a good opportunity go to waste. Plus, it’d make him happy. So she shot him a wink, and pressed a peck to his warm cockhead.
‘C’mere,’ Alan mumbled, gently pulling on his granddaughter’s shoulder to urge her beside him, where – to her surprise – he locked lips with her and slid his tongue inside her hot mouth.
She gasped into the kiss, but answered it without missing a beat, tingling all over from the feeling of her grandfather frenching her. With one purposeful hand, he tugged her tank top straps down, freeing her adolescent breasts to knead them like they were his playthings.
He broke off to enjoy her tiny cries of pleasure, and pinched her nipples to stiffness. ‘I love your little tits,’ he said. ‘And your slutty noises.’
‘I thought we had to be careful about our guest,’ Dani whispered. She loved hearing him talk like this, but she wanted to push him, too, see if this little mix-up could work out for her longer-term.
‘Dani sure acts like she knows it all already,’ he chuckled, moving to hump his granddaughter’s smooth leg with his dribbling dick as he helped her out of her top completely. ‘Oh, it’s not fair to say that. She’s just feisty. But Lord knows it’s…’
Daniela shimmied out of her shorts, and let Alan nudge her legs apart, practically on fire to find out what he’d do next. He shrugged off his clothes and nuzzled her growing breasts, almost motorboating them. ‘She loves you;' said Daniela.
‘Yeah… let’s talk about her later, alright? I got other stuff on my mind.’ Proving his point, he swiped his fingers over Dani’s cunt and licked one of her hard nipples, which made her legs drop open so far she was basically spread eagle.
Alan didn’t waste any time latching onto his granddaughter’s teat, and Daniela watched with amazement as her straight-laced grandpa suckled on her tit and gently explored her folds, teasing her lips, smearing her growing wetness all around her pussy. Alan reminded her so much of her dad – his son – in his touch, and the way he mixed his thorough licking of her breast with perfectly timed nibbles. She was in heaven, and she felt how ready to fuck he was whenever his meat bumped against her calf. Maybe she’d get bred tonight, even?
Suddenly, she felt his talented hand probe deeper, until he was knuckle-deep in her perfect little cunt, unknowingly fingering his beloved granddaughter like he’d done it a thousand times before. Daniela writhed on the covers, uncontrolled, whispering ‘yes, yes,’ while Alan kissed her mouth and cheek.
His touch was heavenly, almost as good as her father’s, so she quickly noticed when he grew erratic and slow. ‘Everything okay?’
‘Yeah, I’m…’ Alan yawned, and withdrew his fingers to gently pet her instead of the vigorous frigging from before. ‘Sorry, Marnie. I don’t know why I’m so sleepy.’
The meds must be working their magic again – though Alan’s dick looked wide awake. Dani urged his hand away, briefly mourning that delicious pistoning of her slit, and wrapped her slim fingers around his shaft. With his prefuck as lube, she started to leisurely jack her grandfather off, as he lay back on the pillows and let out a shaky groan.
‘You had a busy day,’ she said. ‘Of course you’re tired. Dani’s a handful.’
‘She sure is.’ He sighed, and settled back to enjoy the handjob, toying with Daniela’s young tits. ‘You should’ve seen what she wore. I almost had a heart attack.’
‘Did she look like a slut?’
‘Marnie!’ Alan chuckled, clearly out of it, cock throbbing in her hand.
‘You didn’t say no.’
‘We shouldn’t… say that about her. She’s a kid. Oh …’
‘You said she knows it all already. You might be surprised. A lot of cock-hungry little girls out there.’ And to cut him off before he could protest, she stuck her tongue in his mouth so he could really let the words percolate. Hypnotized by his pills, Alan just moaned and did his best to keep up with his granddaughter’s kissing, tongues sliding against each other, balls tightening with a barreling climax –
With a shudder and a strangled groan, he sucked hard on Daniela’s tongue and squirted a thick white load over his stomach and her hand, even splashing her firm breasts. The sensations made Dani desperately horny, and later, she’d wonder if she could train herself to cum just from servicing somebody like this. For now, though, she enjoyed the show, and the musky male scent of his jizz.
‘That’s my girl,’ Alan sighed, settling back on the bed. ‘I’ll make it up to you.’
And he fell asleep. He’d held out longer than Daniela expected, considering his heavy medication, and he’d made a point of giving her plenty of pleasure. As she cleaned him up and pulled his underwear back on, pussy throbbing with desire all the while, Dani hoped their short chat and long kisses would permeate to his waking state.
She was more determined than ever to feel that powerful spurt deep in her fuckhole.
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Alan didn't know what was happening to him.
He'd always frowned on parents who pecked their kids on the mouth, judging it inappropriate and unsanitary, and he never liked seeing his son or daughter-in-law press their lips to his grandchildren's.
Yet only a few weeks after Daniela's arrival, he'd not only grown used to the kisses, but they made something deep inside tingle with recognition. It didn't remind him of his late wife, not quite, but it felt overwhelmingly familiar, comfortable -- so much so that, without realising it, when Daniela came to greet him in the morning, he soon found himself letting her clamber onto his lap and indulge in slow, tender making out for fifteen, twenty minutes at a time. Sitting on his lap, she had to feel him getting rock hard against her soft teen ass, but she never let it show. And Alan -- Alan felt strangely okay with it, filled with familiarity and deja vu, like he'd done all this and more before.
He’d stopped worrying quite as much about Dani after a vivid dream of his late wife, Marnie. He only remembered flashes, but he’d spoken to her about their granddaughter and – oddly – he’d woken up with the relaxed satisfaction of well-drained balls, even though he was far too old for a silly wet dream and, besides, he’d been clean when he woke up.
All he knew is the spikes of guilt stopped being so frequent and strong. Dani was a touchy-feely kid, and he was usually so lonely. Why not just stop worrying and enjoy her affection? She was the one starting it, and he was just having a few normal, barely noticeable physical reactions to the closeness. Where was the harm?
Today, after swapping spit, they got ready for the day’s big activity: a fun little picnic in his big, woodsy garden. Dani had loved being out there, and she’d made a point of doing her vacation homework out under the trees, but they hadn’t really gone out together. Alan put a lot of work into his little patch of paradise, and he proudly spread the blanket out on the shady patch of grass his grandkid picked out.
‘I’ve got a surprise from dad!’ Dani announced, as they made themselves comfortable. She stuck a hand in the covered basket. ‘Close your eyes.’
Alan did as instructed and held out his hands. A smooth, cool object was pressed onto his palms, weight shifting with even minute movements – a bottle, he guessed, vindicated when he was allowed to look. An expensive bottle, too, finely aged whisky a beautiful shade of amber.
‘Hey, this is great!’ he said, looking at it from different angles. ‘Dave knows his father, that’s for sure.’
‘Have some,’ Dani offered. She’d fished two glasses out of the basket, one for each of them, filled with a little ice, and was busy laying out the sandwiches they’d made together that morning. The sun was high in the sky and the temperature was just perfect, with a frequent cool breeze whenever it felt like the day might tip into unpleasantly hot.
He could indulge in a couple fingers.
‘I think I will. But you’re not tricking me, young lady – this is for grown-ups only.’
‘I’m happy with my lemonade, grandpa. Honest.’
Each poured their drink into their respective glass and took a sip. The whisky went down surprisingly smooth, rich and oaky, definitely some of the best he’d had in a long while. As soon as he set it down to grab a sandwich, Daniela topped him up.
‘Easy, honey,’ Alan said, though his heart wasn’t really in it. He’d seldom had such delicious booze, and he was hardened by decades of liquor. He could enjoy a few glasses on a summer day.
Daniela seemed to know all this, because even though he didn’t see her add to his drink afterwards, he mysteriously never reached the bottom. The fuzziness felt good, making him comfortable enough to laugh more freely with his lovely little girl, even if he started to feel a little too warm. When Dani suggested he take off his shirt, he saw no reason not to.
He realised he may have overdone it a little when he spilled the whole contents of his ever-full tumbler on his lap, misjudging how far his mouth was from the lip of the glass.
‘Shit!’ Alan hissed, springing to his feet with surprising dexterity. He was more upset about wasting the drink, but the freezing ice right on his pecker wasn’t anything to write home about either. ‘My damn pants!’
Looking up, he met Daniela’s amused grin and sparkling eyes, and even in the middle of his frustration, he was struck by how beautiful she looked, with patches of sunlight illuminating her body, playing on the folds of her sundress, making her hair shine like a wheat field. So much like Marnie.
‘You swore!’ she snickered.
Alan winced, swaying a little. Standing up made him realize just how drunk he was. ‘Sorry, sweetheart. Didn’t mean to.’
‘C’mon, grandpa. It’s fine.’ She rose to her feet, and made a come-hither gesture. ‘Hand over your pants. I’ll put ‘em in the washing machine.’
With a grunt and a nod, he followed her orders again, leaving him in his underwear. She’d seen him in his swim trunks – and much less, though he tried not to think about that. This was no big deal.
Daniela slung the pants over her arm and pointed straight at his crotch. Alan looked down, staring stupidly at his own flaccid bulge through his boxer briefs. Then, it sunk in, and he cleared his throat uncomfortably.
'It's nothing,' he mumbled.
'No, it'll stain.'
'Seen worse stains than this.'
Daniela smiled, but kept holding out her hand. 'C’mon, grandpa, you don’t have any neighbors who could be peeping toms. What are you scared of?'
Alan paused. Maybe it was the booze making him bold, maybe it was an incomprehensible, secret part of him that wanted to be naked in front of his granddaughter, but he pulled his underwear off before he could think it over too much, throwing it out of arm's reach, and casually ran his cock through his coiled fist. He was limp, obviously, he just wanted to get totally comfortable after being constricted by his briefs.
He had no idea how turned on Dani got as soon as his thick meat and dangling nuts were exposed, of the way her pussy clenched with desire when he nonchalantly stroked himself. Growing wet, she casually picked up the underwear and nodded at the house.
‘I’ll just put these in the laundry and bring you a change of clothes.’
Alan watched her go, and sat down heavily on the picnic blanket, taking a final swig from the whisky bottle. He’d somehow worked through over a quarter of the whole thing. Pretty good for an old coot, he thought, lying down with his eyes closed to get his bearings. The wind picked up, raising goosebumps on his slack skin, and he felt his balls tighten a little. In all the years he’d lived here, he’d never even thought of going out in the nude, but he was appreciating all the little things, all the textures. How freeing it was.
He’d been splayed out on the blanket a while, listening to the rustling leaves and sporadic birdsong, when he heard the soft padding of feet on the grass, and cracked open his eyes to the sight of Daniela’s barely covered cunt.
She’d put on that micro-bikini again, and from his worm’s eye view, he could clearly see the puffy mound of his granddaughter’s underage pussy, and Christ , even the bump of her clit. A couple of steps and the thin fabric of her bottoms was bound to get trapped between her teen cuntlips. Two more bumps pinpointed her hardening nipples, covered by flimsy fabric, and above them, Dani smiled sweetly.
Fuck. He felt his heartbeat in his cock, acting like a bike pump. Quickly, he stumbled onto his knees, managing to trap his dick between his thighs. ‘I thought you were getting clothes for me,’ he stammered.
‘Oh, shoot!’ Dani giggled. ‘I forgot! Sorry, grandpa. At least we’re only a couple feet from home, right?’
Alan nodded. ‘I’ll, uh, I’ll go get them. Maybe lie down a bit.’
Maybe beat his meat like he should have done weeks ago.
‘Alright. Could you do me a favor before you leave?’ Daniela lay down on the blanket beside him and picked up a tube of sunscreen. ‘Help me out?’
Alan’s mouth dried up. Dani didn’t turn around to indicate her back – she was asking him to rub it into the tender skin of her stomach, her legs. Why? Why was she acting like she wanted to be a tease? Maybe out of sheer shock, instead of saying anything, Alan simply reached out, took the bottle from her, and squeezed out a palm full of lotion.
He looked over her perfect body, every forbidden spot barely hidden by her “swimwear.” When she wiggled her hips, making her belly twist this way and that, he laid his rough palm flat on her taut stomach, rubbing the suntan lotion into her velvety skin. With a mind of its own, his hand slid down, down, heel climbing the edge of her bikini bottoms, until his fingertips hovered over the hem, her tiny, stiff clit poking into his palm.
Jesus Christ .
Why was this so familiar?
Daniela giggled, and he looked down to see that in his drunken reverie, he'd let his fingers curl past the top of her bikini bottoms. Heart thumping, he slowly dragged them down. Her silky, barely grown public hair was soft on his knuckles, and soon -- he felt the pebble of her clit throb on his middle finger, the wet heat of her slit.
He froze for a dozen long seconds, until she cocked her hip to point out the knot holding her bottoms together. Distant, he watched his other hand reach out, tug at the string.
And his granddaughter's juicy little pussy was bared to the world.
‘Now I’m like you,’ she said, happily, pointing at his nakedness. He barely heard her over the thumping in his ears, fixated on the cleft of her vulva. With her legs casually splayed, the lips were slowly separating, connected by strands of clear slick. Alan let out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, just as his erect cock finally sprung free from between his legs, in time for a fat drop of prefuck to ooze out the blushing tip.
No little girl should ever see her grandpa like this. The thought only made his mind muddier, confused and a little scared and horned up to hell. Dazed, he saw his fingertips reach out and caress her chubby labia, then easily sink into her waiting slit up to the knuckle. Both of them gasped at the same time, but Dani didn’t move out of his grasp. No, she just bit her lip, looking at him, and rolled her hips into his probing hand.
Alan's hand started thrusting into her amazingly soft fuckhole, filling the garden with the wet sounds of sloppily fingering the fourteen year old he was meant to keep safe over the summer. Decades of revelling in satisfying his late wife made muscle memory add his other hand to the fray, holding his granddaughter's thigh for leverage while he massaged her hard little clit with his thumb. Daniela's cunt was like a mouth constantly sucking him back in when he reared back to piston her harder.
'Oh,' she whimpered, 'you're making my pussy feel so good.'
Precum squirted out his cock, which bobbed under his stomach as his hips humped the air. When had he become this lustful? He couldn't think about that. He couldn't think about anything except how delicious her cunt looked and smelled.
So he kissed her cute pussy.
'Oh!' Dani squealed, thighs trembling in his grasp as he made out with her drooling slit. 'Oh my God, yes .'
In his youth, he'd been a hit with girls thanks to his love of eating them out, happy to spend hours between their thighs if need be. Now, drunk on his granddaughter's tight body more than the alcohol, he was glad he'd had all that practice.
After he’d spent a solid while suckling her button, he needed easier access, so he grabbed Daniela’s hips and hoisted her up, chuckling at her delighted yelp, until he had her on her back with her hips straight up in the air, holding her around the stomach against his chest to present her cumpocket like a five-star meal. And he dug in, working his flexible tongue into her soaking wet hole, gently nibbling the fat lips, rubbing his nose on her stiff clit. All his senses were overwhelmed with her girly flavor, smell, feeling.
If Alan had glanced down at his granddaughter, he would’ve seen the look of sheer ecstasy painted on her features. She was so mired in fuzzy pleasure her first orgasm snuck up on her, suddenly striking while her grandpa sucked her clit. Bent double as she was, she couldn’t exactly collapse or tighten her thighs around Alan’s face, but he got the picture when her climax shuddered up her spine, making her shiver against him.
The lower half of his face glistening with her cunt juice, Alan carefully let Daniela slide down to lie supine on the picnic blanket. Tiny tits jiggling with her panting breaths, inner thighs shiny with saliva and slick, she looked just like a young, fucked-out Marnie. Alan’s prick throbbed, and he realised it was painfully hard, begging for its grandchild’s slutty embrace.
Alan crept closer, took himself in hand, and poked her drooling hole with his dribbling fucktool, pressing her lips together to enjoy the hypnotic stretch of her elastic cunt, teasing her entrance and clit with each stroke.
‘Oh…’ Daniela whimpered, ‘your dick’s so hot down there… do you want to put it in me? In my middle school pussy?’
‘Christ, how are you such a whore at your age, huh?’ Alan almost slurred. ‘I’ll show you what baby sluts like you deserve.’
And Daniela moaned without restraint as he stretched her open with his thick, raging meat, sliding in to the hilt on the first stroke to fuck his granddaughter missionary style.
It was finally happening, after weeks of tempting and teasing and sneaking around, and Dani didn’t just feel overwhelmed by the amazing sensation of her grandpa’s cock pumping into her. They were finally sharing the kind of love she knew best, and she was thrilled. She hooked her legs around Alan’s thrusting ass to urge his elderly dick to plow her deeper, and mingled her tongue with his until he straightened up a little for more leverage, gazing down at her.
His balls slapped against her skin with each powerful pump, and she finally managed to gasp: ‘Oh, grandpa, you’re fucking me so good . Fill me with your old man cum, please !’
Instead of encouraging him, this gave him pause. His prick still throbbed deep inside her, practically kissing her womb, weeping his swimmers inside, but he wasn’t moving anymore. Alan just stared, wide-eyed, like he’d woken up from a trance – damn. Was calling him ‘grandpa’ the thing that broke him out of the spell? Daniela’s dad loved being reminded of how taboo their rutting was, but Alan was still new to it.
‘What am I doing?’ he said. His voice sounded strangled, and he popped his erect dick out of his granddaughter’s fuckhole with a squelch, leaving it to drip their combined fluids onto the blanket. ‘Dani, I’m – I can’t believe I – I’m so sorr–’
But he moaned, cutting off his tearful apology, when Daniela flipped onto her front, got on all fours, and decisively backed up onto his slick cock. He helplessly watched his pole disappear and reappear from her cunt as she fucked herself on it, pert ass slapping against his inner thighs.
‘No you don’t,’ she panted. ‘I’m not letting you go until you’ve busted inside me, grandpa!’
God. Every moral fiber screamed at him to push her off, but she was such a little slut, so wet and tight and insatiable, and he was getting so close to release. With renewed vigor, Alan wrapped an arm around his grandchild’s waist to push her harder onto his throbbing cock, and started humping her like a bitch in heat.
Both were on the edge already, and tempting Alan into breeding Dani again amped up their sick sense of lust until they were ready to pop. A small voice in Alan’s head still pleaded with him to stop before it was too late, but it was drowned out by the teen’s moans, the sensation of her walls squeezing his prick. His balls tightened, and the most powerful orgasm of his life rocketed through him. He felt Daniela spasm under him, wracked by her own climax, pussy convulsing around his thick meat and milking rope after rope of his baby batter straight into her womb.
His hands slipped from Dani’s sweat-soaked skin, and a final powerful thrust sent her down onto the blanket, creamy white jizz still spurting from his cock and out her winking cunt as she writhed in her long, glorious orgasm.
As he huffed, watching his granddaughter whine and wiggle, the veil started to lift from his consciousness. Gloopy cum oozed from her young snatch. The cum that had made her father. His cum.
Where the hell could they go from here?
Chapter Text
The more Alan sobered up, the clearer his sins became. And the clearer his sins became, the stranger Daniela’s behavior. She wasn’t scared of him, or distraught. After she recovered from a terrific orgasm, she happily munched on a sandwich and sunned her naked body without a care in the world, cuddled up to her grandpa. If anything, she seemed happier than he’d seen her throughout the vacation.
Later that night, Alan went to bed with more questions than answers. In normal circumstances, he would’ve been in the middle of a crisis, repelled at his actions. But this all seemed so surreal he decided he’d need a clear head, so he washed up and crept under the covers, too tired and hot to bother with sleep clothes.
When he woke up, he wasn’t alone.
During the night, Daniela had joined him, just as nude as he was, one slim arm over his chest and one leg over his own. Her skin was amazingly soft, and Alan was a little overwhelmed at having another person in his bed after so many years – especially someone he loved. Dani sighed and snuggled closer, bumping his morning wood with her leg. Of course he was hard. With his naked sex kitten granddaughter sprawled over him, how couldn’t he be?
‘Morning, grandpa,’ she mumbled, blinking at him with sleepy eyes.
‘Morning,’ said Alan. As he spoke, he felt the hand she had on his chest travel lower, and shivered when she brushed his cock.
‘Ooh, is that for me?’ she said with a grin.
'Dani--'
She heard the uncertainty in his voice, so she shut him up with a kiss, smirking at the throaty noise he made in response. His prick twitched in her loose grasp, and he rolled his tongue against hers, letting his own hands explore her. Grandfather and granddaughter caressed each other's nude bodies, filling the bedroom with quiet moans and the wet sounds of their making out.
'You're really,' Dani said, every few words punctuated by kisses, 'good at eating pussy, grandpa. Can you show me again?'
That’s when two things happened.
First, Alan decided he wasn’t going to think about all of this too much. Maybe it wasn’t even really happening. Three weeks ago, he’d never have pictured himself cupping his granddaughter’s naked ass, licking her tongue, feeling her wet slit on his thigh. So, rather than ponder the situation, he flipped Daniela onto her back and dove between her legs to tuck into her delicious pussy, worshipping her with his tongue while he reached up to play with her sensitive little nipples.
Second, a routine established itself. They’d play boardgames, visit museums or the aquarium, go on walks, everything a growing girl and her doting grandpa got up to – and in between, they’d enjoy wet, sticky trysts.
While Alan worked on a crossword puzzle, for example, Dani would saunter over, lower his book or magazine with a firm but gentle hand, pop her little tits out of her top, and purse her lips. This was his cue to pinch her hard teen nips and press kisses to her mouth – not the furious passion of their lovemaking, but slow and sensual ones, lips sticking together when one or the other retreated, toying with each other’s tongues. When she had her fill, she’d give him a chaste peck on the cheek and go back to her TV show. He could almost write it off as fantasy, if he wasn't left so desperately hard.
Despite her best efforts, however, Daniela just couldn’t get her grandpa to slam his pole into her again. He could deal with the casual erotic touches throughout the day, but fucking her again seemed a bridge too far. If she sat on his lap and writhed until his cock pushed against the seat of her panties, until she could feel the heat of his pulsating dick, he’d gently push her off before she could sneak it into her tight little cunt.
Well, she wasn’t going to force him to do something he didn’t want to do. Besides, things were pretty damn great even without full-on sex.
This morning was a good example of what their days had turned into. They shared Alan’s bed now, nightly, almost always completely nude, and he found himself not needing his sleeping medication as much when he had a soft, naked little girl to cuddle. Daniela had actually woken up earlier than him for some TV special, so he’d taken the time to shower, shave, and was just getting dressed when his granddaughter popped her head around the door.
‘Morning, Dani,’ Alan said, buttoning his shirt. ‘Did you enjoy your show?’
‘Yup!’ she strolled over to him, smiling, and glanced down meaningfully. ‘But I’m enjoying this one just as much.’
Alan cleared his throat. He knew, of course, that she meant his dangling cock and balls, hanging out for anyone to see. Somehow, over the days since their relationship had changed , he’d slowly started taking cues from her to make himself easier to access. Dani never wore bras or panties if she could help it, and Alan was starting to go commando for the first time in decades. It wasn’t a conscious decision. It just happened. What also just happened, with increasing frequency, was his granddaughter fondling his nuts like she was petting a puppy, then wrapping her hands around the shaft to jerk his meat.
‘You’re never tired, are you?’ Alan mumbled, eyes riveted on his granddaughter pumping his hardening prick.
‘Nope!’ Daniela replied brightly. ‘You just make me horny, grandpa. I love your cock and I love how much you want to fuck me.’
Alan grunted. He didn’t have to talk to confirm what she said, his potent erection was proof enough. It stood stiff in Dani’s velvety grasp, ready for action. But he couldn’t. He just couldn’t.
Dani seemed to get it. She just met him halfway for a tender kiss, and guided one of his hands to grab her growing ass, encouraging him to knead the elastic girlflesh. At the same time, she started to stroke his dick again, enjoying the way the looser skin moved compared to her own father’s penis, or her brother’s. Alan melted into the kiss, fingers walking down her cheeks like they had a mind of their own, to reach under her and stroke her sopping pussy in time with her movements.
‘If you won’t fuck my kitty,’ Dani moaned, and Alan saw a glint in her eyes, ‘you’ll use another hole.’
She dropped to her knees, and kissed her grandfather’s stiff cock, engulfing it in her mouth without a second’s hesitation. She didn’t seem to have a gag reflex, and Alan felt weak in the knees when his meat easily slid into her throat. Her blowjob was expertly done, using her tongue and mouth to stimulate every part of his helpless dick, humming when he was in her throat to send toe-curling vibrations to his core. It didn’t take long for his spunk to build up and burst out, flooding his granddaughter’s hot little mouth, spilling down her chin and onto his nuts.
Alan was too lost in pleasure to say anything, but he lovingly patted Daniela’s hair, regarding her with affection as she moved away from his softening penis. She licked her lips to lap up his cum, smiling at him, then her eyes widened and she raised a hand in greeting.
‘Oh, hi, dad!’
The blood drained from Alan's face -- and cock. He didn't want to turn around, but he had to. So he forced himself to look at the door.
Sure enough, there was David, his son. Not enraged, like a father should be. Not distraught.
With a wry smile and a raised eyebrow, he said, 'Good morning to the both of you.'
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Somehow, Daniela had risen to her feet and trotted off to the kitchen with her dad, leaving Alan to clean himself up and silently contemplate jumping out the window. Why hadn't David said anything? How could he have forgotten his son was coming to pick the kid up today ?
When he eventually made an appearance downstairs, he found his descendents making pancakes on his old stove, excitedly chatting about what they'd been up to over the summer. Alan stayed silent, barely touching his pancake, watching the father and daughter laugh like nothing was the matter.
He didn't understand.
Finally, when they were standing outside bidding each other goodbye, David gestured for Dani to get in the car. 'I just need to have a word with your grandpa, alright?'
'Sure thing,' she said. When David closed the door, Alan could see her pulling a comic book from her bag, not a care in the world.
David coughed. Alan winced, and his tearful eyes met his son's. He was impossible to read.
'I… I don't know what got into me, Davey. I'm so…' he took a deep breath, bracing himself. 'I'll call the police as soon as you're gone. Turn myself in. She won't have to see any of that.'
There was a moment of silent tension. Then, David patted Alan's shoulder, with a smirk.
'Why do you think she's such a little cocktease?'
Alan blinked. David chuckled, and put his hands in his pockets.
'You know that "hippie" side of her mom's family you've never been a fan of? It goes a lot deeper than you know.'
'Wh-what do you mean?'
'It's like this, dad. Joyce's family had a custom of never hiding anything from their kids. Teaching them all the ways love manifests.'
Seeing he was still puzzled, David continued:
'Tradition says the kid initiates things. You don't make them touch you, but it's a good bet they'll be curious, because you fuck freely in front of them. Dani's grown up seeing me plow her mom and grandma -- her mom's mom, obviously -- and watched her other grandpa eat out her mother. What do you do when your sweet daughter asks you to kiss her little pussy goodnight like you do mommy's, you don't say no. You can't. And you know all about that, huh?'
'So she's that… casual… because…'
'I've raised her to be addicted to my cock,' David said, simply. 'I don't make her do anything she doesn't want to do. Her mother's just as cumhungry. Sometimes you strike gold. Her little brother's the same. I've always got a wife and a daughter running around the house overflowing with spunk.'
This was so completely alien, but it made a sick kind of sense. It explained her behavior, her clothes. His first impressions were right. She really was a baby whore.
But that wasn't right .
'She's your daughter,' Alan said, at a loss.
David smiled, eyebrows raised, and knocked on the window to call Daniela's attention. She looked up from her book, gave a little wave -- and then, Alan saw her eyes sparkle when David unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
He tapped the head against the cold window, right around level with his daughter's face, and slowly stroked himself to a rapidly hardening state. Teasing, Dani stuck out her tongue, leaning close to the window, and followed the circles David drew on the pane with that pretty little mouth. Alan's prick twitched.
'Stop that,' Alan grunted, forcing himself to look away. 'You're lucky I haven't called the cops. I might still do it.'
'You think we don't know the cops around here?' David flashed him a grin, still playing with himself in front of his teen girl. 'You don't have a leg to stand on, anyway. You're just as guilty -- even though you shouldn't feel like that. I talked to Dani before she came here and she said she'd be good and keep her panties on, but she loves her grandpa. Just enjoy it.'
'Can you -- go home,' said Alan.
David shrugged and opened the door, not bothering to put his meat away. 'I'll call you for family lunch next week.'
Daniela half opened the window. 'Bye, grandpa!' she crowed, waving at him. David had taken his seat behind the wheel, and with her other hand, Alan saw she'd immediately taken hold of her daddy's stiff cock, teasing out the first dribbles of pre.
'Honey,' David chided. 'You can play with my cock when we're home. I'm driving.'
'I can't help it,' Daniela cooed, biting her lip, rubbing her thighs together. In only a week, Alan had learned all the signs of her piques of lust. 'Grandpa's been amazing, but he's only pounded me for real once. I want you in me, dad. Grandpa knows now -- can't you fuck me before we leave?' Now came the puppy dog eyes. ' Please ?'
'You know I can't say no to you,' said David, stroking his daughter's cheek with the back of his hand.
He locked the doors, just in case his father had an access of outrage, and shifted the car seat so they could move to the back. Alan watched, unsure of what to do, as his son and granddaughter made short work of each other's clothes, tongues mingling all the while. Dani wanted to be filled, no frills, so David didn't spend much time on the foreplay, merely pinching and teasing her little clit and nibbling her small breasts before he lined his hard cock up with her fuckhole.
When his pole expertly crammed itself into her slit, she moaned unrestrained, letting out little high-pitched cries of pleasure each time her dad humped into her hungry pussy.
The car swayed just a little from the frenetic fucking inside, and as if controlled by an alien force, Alan got closer. Not to try and stop this incestuous display, but to watch, fascinated, palming his hardening dick through his pants.
Dani's tiny tits jiggled as her father rutted into her. Her face was a picture of animal lust, sweat-slicked and blushing and practically drooling, grinning wide. She really did love being fucked by her elders. She'd loved being fucked by his old grandpa cock.
Watching his son fuck his granddaughter was one of the hottest things Alan had seen, second only to his own intimate experiences with Daniela during the vacation. It didn't take long for his hand to find his naked prick, jacking off in time to the shameless show in the car.
David must have missed this badly, because his thrusting quickly turned erratic and deeper, foreshadowing his climax -- and when Daniela's cunt spasmed around her daddy's length, he committed the ultimate taboo and firmly hilted himself to squirt his load into his daughter's womb.
That was too much. Too fucking hot. Alan saw David pull out, thick spunk glooping out of Daniela's stretched pussy, and it put him over the edge, too. A final thrust into his tight fist and he came with a yell, spurting the car door with his seed.
The world went white for a second, while Alan caught his breath. He blinked, and when he looked up, David was in the driver’s seat, fully clothed, while Dani was still busy putting her dress back on. His son smirked, and wound the window down to talk:
‘You know, she’s on birth control, dad. You can fuck her all you want. See you next week.’
With that, he started the car, and pulled out of Alan’s isolated driveway. Daniela popped up in the back window and waved, mouthing “bye!” as they turned the corner towards the main road. Alan was left in front of his home, still holding his half-hard prick, straggling cum dripping from the head.
He had no idea how to cope with all of this. Try as he might, deep down, he knew it was only a matter of time before he bred his granddaughter again.