I loved my Grandpa Ethan, perhaps always had and just not known or understood the extent or ramifications of that illicit love. Young, inexperienced and enamored, I opened my heart and body to him and learned how sexually satisfying and emotionally rewarding our special relationship could be.

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Is the love born of consensual incest any different from love between any unrelated persons? Was I wrong to feel the way I did? Here's my story . . . you decide.

I was young and still so innocent and naïve I hardly knew or understood what sex between a man and woman was or really meant. I knew what we were doing was supposed to be wrong and forbidden, and I tried hard not to think about that part of it. The only thing that seemed to matter was the feel of him pushing up inside me, the joy of him cumming, and the indescribable sensation of me beneath his hard, male body, writhing and cumming.

*****

My Grandpa Ethan and I had always been very close. He often said how much I reminded him of my Grandma Mandy when she was a young girl. They had enjoyed a good life and marriage and would have celebrated their fiftieth wedding anniversary this year, had she lived. It wasn't until after Grandma passed away that I came across an old photograph of her and was struck by just how much I resembled her. I could have been staring at a photo of myself, the same thick shoulder length wavy brown hair, large bright blue eyes with long silky lashes and full, sensual lips. Our names were even similar, Grandma's name was Amanda Lucy, but Grandpa had always called her "Mandy, " and I was named, Lindsay Amanda Mathison.

I remember when I was just a kid, my parents would pack up the car and we would drive to my grandparent's large house in the country where we would spend two or three weeks each summer, before saying our goodbyes and heading home. Those road trips were a yearly tradition each summer until I was about twelve or so and became too worldly and sophisticated to spend time with my Grandpa Ethan doing things like fishing, tending the animals/pets, gardening, swimming and just enjoying our time together. Even now when I think back to those innocent times, I can remember the warm flush of excitement whenever he was near. I loved being with him, and though I didn't exactly realize what I was feeling or why, I knew there was something very special between us.

My Grandma Mandy died a couple of years ago, and though we all tried to comfort him, Grandpa Ethan was understandably devastated. Grandpa went through a very difficult time, and despite urging from Dad (his son) and Mom for him to come and live with us, he did not want to leave his home and the memories he had shared there with Grandma.

*****

The summer I graduated high school, at Mom's prompting I decided to spend a couple of weeks with Grandpa Ethan. We thought it would be a good opportunity not only to visit with him but also to make sure he was okay; bills were being taken care of, he was eating right, taking his medicines, etc., you know, still able to be on his own. Happily, despite being lonely, it was clear Grandpa was doing fine on his own, managing his household business, seeing his friends, going out and even "dating."

I hadn't seen Grandpa in a couple of years, but we picked up right where we had left off, the only difference being that I was not a little girl any more. Instead of a gangly, skinny pre-teen that he had last seen, it was a beautiful young woman who walked through his front door the morning of my arrival. The look on Grandpa's face when he opened the door was priceless; dwarfed by Grandpa's towering 6'3" 215, there I stood at 5'4" and 110 lbs. Though on the petite side, I could hardly be mistaken for a kid now; high, full 36C breasts, long nipples, and wide dark areolas, that were vaguely discernable through my white cotton blouse. A small, trim waist, curvy womanly hips, and a firm rounded behind, were physical features inherited from my Grandma Mandy's side of the family.

"My god girl, it's like looking at your Grandma Mandy," he said his voice trailing off into a whisper as he stood staring at me, "the resemblance is uncanny."

Grandpa and I spent the day talking and reminiscing. After dinner, being tired from the long trip, I decided to call it an early evening. "Good night Grandpa . . . love you," I said after kissing him affectionately on the cheek, and heading off to bed.

*****

The first morning of my visit, I was up early and in the kitchen making breakfast when Grandpa came in.

"Mandy, I want you to come and ride with me into town this morning. If you feel like it, maybe we can stop and have lunch at the diner, what do you think?" he asked. I was surprised, and it took me a few seconds to realize that he thought I was Grandma Mandy.

I could hear Grandpa fiddled around getting a coffee cup out of the cupboard and so I was unprepared and stunned when he came up behind me, slipped his large, rough hands around me and cupped my braless breasts, squeezing them playfully as he sensually rubbed himself against me.

Oh, my God . . . Grandpa had an erection!

I skittered away from him and acrossed the kitchen to the refrigerator. Watching him cautiously, I could see the glazed look in Grandpa's eyes slip away, and he turned, took a seat at the kitchen table and began eating his breakfast as if nothing had happened. I came and sat down across the table from him, and while still a little unnerved, we carried on a normal conversation about our plans for the day. It was clear Grandpa had no clue or remembrance of what he had just done.

The remainder of my stay was uneventful, and there was no repeat of the kitchen incident until the night before I was scheduled to leave.

I awoke to the sensation of weight on my chest, making it difficult to take a deep breath, and then the warm, moist feel of a mouth covering mine. It was Grandpa Ethan, he had come into my room and removed my night camisole and panties without waking me. Now fully awake I found myself on my back and naked as my beloved Grandpa humped and ground his hips against my naked body.

"Grandpa no . . . stop, I shouted. Stop!"

He looked at me without really seeing me and said, "Mandy, you're the one who needs to stop this nonsense. I've been a good man to you, but enough is enough. We're married now, and I shouldn't have to go through this every time I want to be with my wife. I don't want to have to beat you or send you home to your daddy, but I'm not going to put up with this anymore," He said in a firm, controlled voice.

"Now behave yourself and stop fighting me . . . you know I'd never hurt you, don't you?"

I said nothing. I looked up into Grandpa Ethan's face, and even in the dimly lit room, I could see that blank hot look in his eyes. He thinks I'm Grandma Mandy.

Grandpa roughly opened my knees and spread my legs wide. Terror gripped me at the thought of what my own Grandpa was about to do. I began to struggle as he moved down my body.

"Stop fighting me Mandy," he shouted in a stern, scary voice I had never heard before.

"Grandpa, it's me, it's me . . . not Grandma, it's me," I whimpered, trying to make him understand.

"You're my wife Mandy," he began, but his words were cut off when he buried his face between my legs. Shocked, I lay there crying, not knowing what to do.

Something was wrong with him. Was he sleepwalking?

My poor Grandpa Ethan had no idea what he was doing; he just wanted to be with Grandma. To his mind, I was his Mandy.

I loved my Grandpa, and I had seen over the last few days how sad and lonely he was. If thinking I was Grandma comforted him, then that was the least I could do to return some of the love and affection he had always shown me. A calm resolve came over me, and my body softened, and I willingly opened my legs wider for him.

"I won't fight you anymore Ethan," I quietly said as I gave myself over to my Grandpa's needs.

I had not been with a man before, and what Grandpa was doing to me with his mouth and tongue sent shivers rippling through me.

Grandpa separated the lips of my pink, wet pussy and gently began to lick with long, slow laps of his tongue, now and then sticking the tip of his tongue into my pussy as deeply as it would go. As he tongue fucked me, I began to moan and whimper, transfixed by the new feelings and sensations. He eagerly thrust his tongue in and out of my pussy, his chin sensually brushing over my asshole with each motion of his mouth.

Grandpa the mature, experienced male sensing my body's readiness began teasing my clit with his tongue until I screamed out when for the first time in my life a hot, intense orgasm washed over me.

"Grandpa, oh my God, yes," I whispered as I combed my fingers through his damp hair brushing it back from his face.

I had never experienced anything like this and the fact that it was my Grandpa between my legs making me feel this way only enhanced the significance of what had happened.

Grandpa brought me to oral orgasm two more times that night, before exhausted and satisfied I fell asleep with my wonderful Grandpa spooning behind me. When I awoke that morning, it was still dark outside, and Grandpa had already left for his own bed. I lay there remembering the tender introduction to oral sex that my Grandpa had given me.

Before getting into the cab that would take me to the airport, I kissed Grandpa on the cheek and held him tightly to me. As hard as it may be to believe, he seemed to have no recollection that hinted at what we had done, or of the incredible pleasure he had given me.

"Good bye Grandpa, I enjoyed my visit, and I promise I'll be back in a few months," and this time I kissed him lightly on the lips. As the cab pulled away, I waved goodbye, my heart sad at leaving him alone, and my pussy throbbing and hot as I remembered everything that had happened between us the night before.

*****

I didn't hear from Grandpa for almost two weeks after I returned home which upset me more than I expected it would. I thought about Grandpa constantly, and though I understood that he seemingly had no memory of what had happened, I could still sense my breathing increase, my heart beat faster, and a warm wetness develop between my legs when he did finally begin to call, message or post on my Facebook. I was pleased that he was making an effort to stay in contact with me, but I was plagued with questions and doubts about what had happened during my visit. I truly believed Grandpa Ethan had no memory of coming to my room or eating my pussy that night, and I was probably mistaken,
but there had been a moment when I thought I heard Grandpa, in a hoarse, muffled voice call me "Linds," his nickname for me.

Feeling there must be some explanation for his behavior, I had done some research on the internet and discovered a sleep disorder called Sexsomnia. From what I understood, the disorder made the person more sexually assertive, because their ordinary demeanor and inhibitions were lifted when they were asleep. They became more adventurous and free to do things they might not ordinarily do.

Apparently, stress, relationship difficulties, sexual abstinence, and the proximity to someone he felt affection for could trigger the desire for sex. The person though asleep would act out these desires and be unaware of their occurrence.

Another article that I read suggested these desires were manifestations caused by primal behaviors that we all have deep in our brains, simple instinctive motions that are necessary for our survival. The article gave examples like nursing at a mother's breast, a man enjoying his penis being suckled, a woman needing a man's penis inside her, pelvic thrusting and sexual copulation, etc., these things are part of the human DNA. It occurred to me that much of what was described is what was happening with Grandpa. The article explained his overt sexuality towards me, and his inability to remember.

Knowing and understanding this, helped me to see that neither one of us was to blame for what had happened, and relieved me of the guilt I had been carrying around.

*****

Several months went by, and the memory of Grandpa going down on me still had the power to get me wet. Though I talked to him frequently on the phone, I missed him, worried about him, and would sometimes masturbate at night in the quiet of my room thinking about him.

As the weeks slowly crept toward Thanksgiving, Dad and Mom told me they had invited Grandpa Ethan to come and visit over the holidays and enjoy Thanksgiving with us. I was over the moon with excitement at the thought of seeing him again.

I picked Grandpa up at the airport and was struck by how ruggedly handsome he was for a man of his age. Grandpa had just turned sixty-two on his last birthday yet watching him standing there waiting for me to pick him up, I could see women giving him the eye, appreciating his attractiveness and fantasizing about his virility. At 6'3", 215 lbs., with a strong, fit body from the golf, tennis, and swimming that he still enjoyed. Grandpa was still in tune with the times; he wore his salt and pepper hair a little longer than usual and sported large tattoos on his arms and chest. Deep piercing hazel eyes, thick bushy eyebrows, full lips and beautiful white teeth that quickly appeared when he smiled or laughed.

It was wonderful having Grandpa Ethan here with us, and over the first few days of his visit he seemed happy and had lost that aura of loneliness that clung to him and had been so painfully obvious when I picked him up at the airport. For the first time in a long time, he seemed like the Grandpa I had known while growing up.

One night, Dad, Mom, Grandpa and I had sat up watching the Thanksgiving marathon of the Mad Max movies, and it was well after midnight when we all finally turned in. Exhausted, I was asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow. I reluctantly awoke, when I heard Duke, our neighbor's dog barking like crazy in the yard below. Quietly cursing him, I rolled over and was about to doze off again when I heard the creak and groan of my bedroom door opening.

"Mandy, we're going to have to do something about that damn dog of yours, barking like that in the middle of the night . . . we're gonna have all of the neighbors over here complaining tomorrow."

"Grandpa?" I asked. His face was expressionless and his eyes bright with what . . . lust?

"Grandpa?" I asked softly, not wanting to move or make any loud noise. Was he sleepwalking again after all this time?

Grandpa Ethan came over to the side of the bed, kissed me lovingly on the mouth, and caressed my cheek. Without a word, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Grandpa reached inside the slit of his pajama bottoms and pulled his cock out. It was long, thick and grew even more impressive as he stood at the side of the bed absently stroking it. I lay there watching him, torn between scrambling out of the bed and trying to control the urge to press my face into his crotch and inhale his man scent.

"Here Mandy, suck me a little," Grandpa said apparently thinking I was his Mandy.

Holding his semi-hard cock with one hand, he offered it to me, his "wife." Grandpa Ethan pressed his cock to my lips and slowly guided it into my mouth. I could hear him groan and feel the subtle trembling of his legs as his cock slid into the warmth and sweet moistness of my mouth.

I let my tongue slowly circle his cockhead, playing along the contours of its mushroomed crown. The tip of my tongue gently probed the pee slit at the tip of his dick and finding the pulsing vein on the underside, traced its length until I was able to lick and suck his huge, swollen balls. One after the other I sucked his balls into my mouth, loving and playing with each until I felt Grandpa's legs begin to buckle. I slowly released his balls and with a soft up and down head bob worked my way up his cockshaft to its crown. Kissing and sucking his pulsing cock, I swear I could feel his cum churning in his balls before it began to rise upward toward the tip of his cock.

"Oh, God Mandy, I love that, I love how you do that," Grandpa said as he grabbed handfuls of my hair and began thrusting into my mouth. His eyes closed, his mouth agape, my thick, soft hair brushing like feathers against his crotch, the surreal thought struck me that here in my parent's home, in my childhood bedroom, Grandpa was having mouth sex with me . . . his granddaughter. So wrapped up was I in the imagery, I started when I suddenly felt Grandpa stiffen as he pressed my face into his groin and began to ejaculate a thick, warm stream of cum. I didn't pull away; I wanted all that he could give me. After he had emptied himself, he slowly released my head and bending down kissed me hard, letting his tongue explore the inside of my mouth, tasting his cum.

"I love you, baby, I love you so much," Grandpa said, then straightened his pajamas, stuffed his softening but still large cock into them and quietly left the room.

*****

Last night had frightened me. I was afraid that things were getting out of hand. What had happened was crazy and careless. I had actually sucked my grandfather to orgasm with my parents just down the hall in their bed. We could so easily have been discovered. Grandpa seemed to have no clue about having cum in my mouth, and I swore to myself I would not let it happen again. If he came to my room again, I swore I would not let him touch me . . . I would wake him up.

The following day, after breakfast, Mom and I headed off for last minute grocery shopping, and Dad and Grandpa took off for a few rounds of golf; neither Grandpa nor I spoke of the night before.

Thanksgiving Day and dinner were wonderful, straight out of a Norman Rockwell painting. After dinner, Dad and Mom announced that they would be heading up the coast to visit Mom's family for a couple of days, but would be back before it was time for Grandpa to return home. The next morning as Dad and Mom backed the car out of the driveway and started on their drive to Nanna's, I thought of the promise I had made to myself and was filled with apprehension.

For the rest of the day, I tried to keep my distance from Grandpa and early that evening when a group of friends stopped by wanting me to join them for drinks and dancing, I eagerly accepted. By the time I got home, Grandpa was asleep in front of the television. Though a bit tipsy, I wove my way to the sofa and gently nudged him awake.

"Grandpa, Grandpa you should get up and go to bed," I said in a hushed voice.

"Mandy? Mandy is that you?" He asked sleepily.

"No Grandpa, it's me," I countered.

Without warning, Grandpa slipped his hand under my t-shirt and slowly, lovingly caressed my naked breast, pinching and rolling the pointed, hardening nipples between his fingers. I gasped at the feel of his hand and shut my eyes enjoying the erotic sizzle that traveled to my clit. I was suddenly jerked back to reality when I felt Grandpa's hand moving downward between my legs.

"Go to bed," I said as I quickly stood up and hurried upstairs to my room before anything more could happen. I was momentarily tempted to stop and turn around when I heard Grandpa furtively call after me, "Mandy, Mandy . . . what's wrong, where are you going?"

*****

"Mmmmm, pleassseee . . . it hurts. Oh my God, yessss, you're hurting me," I moaned groggily, coming out of what I thought was a very intense and realistic dream. I continued to moan, still half asleep remembering the dreamy feel of Grandpa (?) thrusting into me.

Grandpa, shifting his position, aligned his cock with my pussy opening and pushed forward until his length was buried in my warm pussy that stretched around his thick shaft.

"Owwww, it hurts . . ."
"Shhhh, shhhh Mandy, please stop crying, it's our wedding night, Honey. You're my wife now; you have to let me," he said as he nuzzled into my neck and began to thrust faster and deeper into me.

I lay beneath him, his large, muscular body powerful in his dominance over mine. Despite my initial pained surprise at what he was doing to me, I groaned with a burgeoning pleasure when my sheath clenched around his long, thick cock and an unexpected orgasm spread through me. Grandpa was the first man to claim my pussy. My own grandfather had just taken my virginity. My body trembled when he lifted my knees and rested my legs on his shoulders giving himself better, deeper access for his penetration. He eagerly thrust his cock in and out of my now accommodating young pussy, his large heavy balls tapping against my body with each thrust. Grunting and groaning, clearly lost in the mounting sensations, I could feel Grandpa's ball sac tighten and his cock swell and harden even more. After a few more thrusts, my Grandpa Ethan began to ejaculate forcefully into my hot, wet unprotected pussy.

I thought I saw tears in Grandpa's eyes as he held me tighter and ground his thick cock into me. Though softening, Grandpa kept thrusting, his weight penning me to the bed as he pushed into me as deeply as he could. My pussy was filled to overflowing, and cum had begun to leak out around his cock. Grandpa slowly began to pull out of me as he mumbled something I didn't understand. When I looked up at him, I could see him almost grinning with male pride as he watched the humongous load he had just deposited deep inside me seep out of my pulsing young pussy.

"Oh, God Lindsay . . . Lindsay . . ."

I held my breath; I wasn't sure I had heard him correctly.

"Damn Lindsay . . . I swear I wanted to fuck you so bad my balls would hurt, he said laughing self conciously. It'll get better for you Lindsay, I promise. The more we do it, the more you'll like it, baby, I promise,"

I froze.

Had he just said my name? Had he called me Lindsay?

*****

Grandpa's hand was between my legs fondling me when he realized what he had said and stopped.

He knew! He knew what he was doing all along; it wasn't any fucking sleep disorder. Yes, I was young and inexperienced with men, but how could I have been so stupid and gullible?

"Get away from me," I finally screamed, near hysterical tears coursing down my cheeks.

"You bastard . . . you perverted bastard." I shrieked.

I struggled under his weight trying to get away from him. Finally, exhausted and defeated, I took a deep, jagged breath and tried to calm myself.

"Why Grandpa, why would you do this to me, why did you feel you needed to trick me?"

He was quiet for a long time before he began to speak.

"I don't know how to answer that question, just believe me when I say how sorry I am, Lindsay, sorry I lied to you," was his pitiful reply.

"I think at first I somehow would confuse you with Mandy, I missed her so much, and you were so like her. That night, when I slipped and called your name, thankfully you didn't understand what I had said. In a way was relieved because I thought I had been caught, but I knew exactly what I was doing that first night when I gave you oral sex.

My God Linds, you had just cum for the first time, and it was me who had given you that pleasure. I was afraid you'd be disgusted by what I had done and hate me. I couldn't let that happen, and so I decided to let you go on thinking I had no memory of being with you, let you go on thinking it was your Grandma Mandy I thought I was making love to."

Grandpa Ethan paused and then took a deep breath before he continued.

"I knew it was wrong, but I've wanted you this way for a very long time Lindsay. When Grandma Mandy died, and you were here with me, taking care of me, looking out for me, I knew this was the opportunity I had always hoped for. When you let me touch you in the kitchen that morning, I could tell you liked it. I knew you'd eventually let me have you and I hoped that you might have the same kind of feelings for me."

"I love you, Lindsay; it doesn't matter if I'm your grandfather. I know it's wrong to feel like this and wrong to want to make love with you, but the feelings are too strong," he said, his eyes burning into mine.

I began to cry again and turning onto my side curled into a fetal position.

"Don't baby. Don't turn away from me. You've always trusted your Grandpa; please trust me now. I love you, Linds, with a special love only people like us can understand," he cajoled.

Angry at his deception and betrayal I didn't want to forgive him, but my heart and body yearned for him. As I lay there next to him feeling the warmth and comfort of his body, I knew that I did feel the same way, and probably had from the first time his hand had openly caressed my breasts.

*****

Grandpa tentatively put his arm around me and let his hand fondle my full rounded tits and hard, pointy nipples before sliding down and pulling my ass into his crotch. Grandpa Ethan stretched out behind me, and I could feel his erection hardening against my ass, prompting a growing wetness between my legs. Grandpa pushed his rock hard cock between my closed thighs and holding my hips positioned in front of him began to work his cock in and out between my thighs, each stroke deliciously rubbing against my clit.

"I love you too Grandpa," I finally said in a barely audible voice.

Grandpa Ethan rolled me onto my back and whispering into my ear in a gravelly, need filled voice said, "I'm sorry baby girl. I thought it would happen just that one time and that would be it, but it was like a flood gate had opened, and all those old desires and fantasies surfaced."

"Oh, Grandpa, it's okay, it's okay, I whimpered, I'm not sorry about anything that's happened."

My Grandpa Ethan moved on top of me. My burgeoning desire for him made me gasp when he slipped his swelling cock between my warm, moist pussy lips. Barely holding his full weight off me, he slowly, let his cock inch further inside me, the pressure of his weight making the friction and fullness of his penetration undeniable. He opened my legs wider with his knees and hesitantly guided himself between my thighs. He slipped his large, strong hands them under my ass, gently raised my pussy, as he lifted his hips, and pushed forward. I could feel him growing bigger inside me as he started to slide in and out. Shocked and amazed at the same time, I lay there silent, as the thought, "My Grandpa is going to bury his hard cock deep in my pussy," flashed through my brain.

Grandpa Ethan was my first lover and had taken my virginity just a few hours before. He had shown me what it was to have a man make love to me; to learn and experience the primal, animal pleasure only a man's hot, erect cock can give a woman. I was his. I moaned as he stroked in and out of me in long, complete strokes. My legs as if with a mind of their own encircled his waist and I shivered again at the realization that my Grandpa was fucking me, his no longer innocent granddaughter.

After a while, I could sense Grandpa's body stiffen, and his cock harden as it readied for ejaculation, and with one last deep thrust, he came again deep inside my core. No longer caring that I was his granddaughter, he made a deep guttural sound as he arched his back and violently came and came and came until he had emptied himself. I closed my eyes and felt his warm, spray when it drenched the walls of my pussy.

Feeling my Grandpa cumming inside me, I began to spasm as an exquisitely intense orgasm gripped me. I moaned and undulated under him, when he held my hips so tightly I could not pull away from his pulsing, spitting cock. When he was finished, he lay on top of me, his cock still buried deep inside; Grandpa gave a satisfied groan and closing his eyes, pushed further up inside me and exhaled.

Afterward, tired but sated we lay next to each other, our bodies covered in perspiration and the room heavy with the scent of spent sex. After a few minutes, I heard Grandpa Ethan snoring softly behind me and getting up, I pulled on my discarded camisole, and without bothering to find my panties slipped downstairs to the kitchen, where I made myself a cup of tea and sat down at the table.

*****

Caught up in the reverie of what had happened, I felt warm, strong hands on my shoulders and turned to look up into Grandpa Ethan's piercing hazel eyes.

"You okay?" he asked, and I nodded my head yes.

He smiled and taking my hand led me over to the sofa in the den. He sat down on the sofa, pulled me into his lap, and guided himself inside me. Straddling his lap, his thick, rigid cock easily claimed my already cum filled pussy. Despite feeling a little confused and unsure, I slowly rocked myself back and forth, mesmerized by the feel of his cock inside me. With his hands on my waist, he pressed me down onto his cock, and I began raising and lowering myself, trying to fall into rhythm with his slow, steady stroking. In and out, in and out he moved until after a few minutes, Grandpa pushed up inside me, his cock pulsed hard and he exploded in one, two, three powerful spurts into my wet, tight young pussy.

I lowered my head onto his chest, "Oh, Grandpa," I moaned as I pulled my dripping pussy off his cock and on wobbly legs walked back up the stairs. I needed to be alone, to think.

I made it to my room and stretched out on my bed, naked except for my damp, cum stained camisole. I lay there for almost an hour before I heard my door open and Grandpa naked, his beautiful cock hanging long and heavy between his legs, came into the room.

My heart pounding in my chest, I looked at him and thought, "God, what a gorgeous, desirable man he was."

Without speaking, he crossed to the bed and laying down beside me, covered us with the bed's comforter. Grandpa Ethan pulled me to him and held me tightly in his arms. We looked at each other, both contented, both knowing that our lives had changed and aware of the uncertain future ahead of us, we drifted into sleep.

*****

The next morning we stayed in bed until early afternoon, when I awoke to the sensation of Grandpa's fingers between my legs. I winced at his touch, a little sore from the lovemaking of the night before. Grandpa got up and returned with a warm towel that he pressed between my legs and a jar of Aloe ointment that he generously applied and gently massaged between my inner thighs and around my pussy and clit. Feeling better, we lay in bed, and as we talked, Grandpa caressed my stomach and let his fingers play in the soft, triangular patch of curly brown hair that covered my mound. When Grandpa began to fondle my pussy, and his touch became more insistent, I let him mount and fuck me before we got out of bed.

Afterward, again filled with his cum, I prepared a hot bath and soaked with Grandpa there, eager to wash my back, my breasts and between my legs. As he washed and leisurely masturbated me in the warm water, Grandpa reminisced and told me that he and Grandma had been together for almost fifty years and had had a loving marriage and an extraordinary sex life. He said their wedding night had been tense and disappointing, but once she had gotten over her shyness and apprehension, she felt free to let the sensual side of her nature develop. Grandma Mandy had evolved into an eager, adventurous lover who throughout their marriage never ceased to satisfy him.

Grandpa grew quiet and then added that as much as he had loved Grandma Mandy, over the years, he had watched me change from a girl to a woman and he knew that one day we would be together. As he talked and shared his thoughts, Grandpa continued to masturbate me eventually bringing me to a soft, warm orgasm. Feeling the afterglow of my orgasm, I reciprocated the pleasure when I licked his balls and sucked him into my mouth gently, lovingly milking his dick.

*****

The day Grandpa Ethan was due to leave was a difficult one. I hadn't slept very well the night before and had lingered in bed not wanting to face him and say good bye. Trying not to cry, I finally made myself get up and could hear Grandpa bustling about in the guestroom next door and then the faint sound of running water in the shower.

After a few minutes, I steeled myself and went to his room. Closing the bedroom door behind me, I walked to the bathroom and stood in the doorway watching him shower through the frosted shower door.

I wondered if he knew how wet and excited he made me; I loved him.

When he finished and stepped out, he looked up and saw me standing there. My pink, little girl chenille robe had fallen open exposing my heaving breast with my nipples hard and erect in sexual anticipation. His eyes scanned my body lingering on the small triangular patch of fine, silky brown hair that covered my puffy mound.

"Get on your knees," was all he said, and I knelt in front of him as he pressed his cock into my mouth. I began to suck as Grandpa reached down and started tweaking my nipples, squeezing and pinching them sending hot, sexual energy to my clit. I could feel his cock at the back of my mouth and tried not to cough and gag when his huge cock filled my throat and just when I sensed he was about to cum, he grabbed handfuls of my hair and pulled my head off his cock. I looked up at him, confused, "Did I do something wrong, Grandpa?"

"No, Sweetheart," he said with an audible catch in his voice, obviously struggling not to cum, "you did nothing wrong." Taking me by my arms, he helped me to my feet and placing his hands on my waist, lifted me up and sat me on the edge of the bathroom sink. Holding my gaze, Grandpa spread my knees apart and taking a step closer, eased his engorged, leaking cock into my beckoning pussy, and with me perched on the edge of the sink, Grandpa Ethan fucked me hard and impatiently.

"Breakfast is ready . . . come and get it while it's hot," Mom's voice echoed up the stairs.

We heard her, and we chose to ignore her.

"Rub yourself, baby, play with your clit, so Grandpa can watch it swell up and get hard," he said as he continued to plow into me. Then with Dad and Mom downstairs eating breakfast, their little girl came all over her Grandpa's cock. I was unable to stop humping his cock and crying, and Grandpa had to cover my mouth with his hand to mute the sound of my moans, as he ejaculated inside his little girl.

When we recovered, he helped me down and hugged me to him, and of course, I started crying again, I didn't want him to leave.

"Lindsay . . . Lindsay, baby, stop crying and listen to me. I want you to come live with me Lindsay," he said.

"We'll tell your folks that you're going to enroll in school down there and be my companion, you know help with managing my bills, medicine, that kind of thing. They'll love that. I'll take good care of you Lindsay; give you anything you could want."

"Oh yes, yes, I'd love that Grandpa."

Without thinking, he broke into a loud laugh and a broad grin and then said, "The first thing we'll need to do is to get you on birth control, we don't want you getting knocked." Then after a brief pause, as if the thought had just occurred to him he added with a sly grin and a wink of his eye. . . "That is if you're not already."

"I love you, Grandpa," I said, thinking of how wonderful it would be to someday have his baby growing inside me.

*****

I've been living with Ethan (he prefers I call him Ethan) for almost six months now. Mom and Dad visited about a month ago, and it was hard not sleeping in the same bed with Ethan, not feeling his weight on top of me or his hard cock inside me at night. My folks commented right off that Ethan looked happy and relaxed; in fact, Dad said he hadn't seen Grandpa so satisfied looking since before Grandma Mandy had died.

I am happy to say they left feeling pleased and confident Grandpa was in good hands and being well taken care of (in ways they couldn't begin to imagine).

I know it must sound as if all we did was suck and fuck, but you need to know that it wasn't like that, we enjoyed each other's company, and as we got to know each other we grew closer. Yes, he was my grandfather, a man I had always loved and respected, but now I loved him in a different way. I understood that foremost, Ethan despite his age and our familial relationship was above all else, a strong, virile man for whom our physical, sexual attraction could not be denied. Sadly, though I wish it were otherwise, our relationship had to remain our secret.

Ethan is a wonderful man and every day he shows me how he cares for me and wants to make me happy. I tell him frequently how much I love him, and his reply is always the same, "Our feelings for each other will last forever, but our physical relationship, unfortunately, will change, and one day you will meet someone your age that you will want to be with and have sex with." Of course, when he's telling me this, I'm usually on my back under him, my legs spread wide with my pussy exposed, vulnerable and filled with his cock. I protest and tell him that my wanting someone else will never happen because he makes me very, very happy, and my heart and body will always belong to him . . . and I mean it.