Grace Wilkinson: The family reunion book II

When her big moment came, she felt that she would be able to handle it with a minimum of problems… at least she hoped so… because she had already decided upon the person she admired most in the family… The person who would know the most and be able to show her everything. Grandpa! Already her little brain was whirring away, trying to figure out how to accomplish her goal. Her eyes were bright and alert as she observed her grandfather… down at the other end of the table. His face was slightly flushed, she noticed as he downed his third or fourth drink. He hadn't spoken a word to anyone at the table and [missing text].

It was already starting to get dark when John left his study. He had been drinking steadily ever since lunch that afternoon, and now, he felt none too steady on his feet. He was holding his grand-daughter, Nancy's, note in his hands, looking it over one more time with a puzzled expression on his face.

"I wonder why she wants me to meet her over at the old cabins?" The old cabins were no longer in use, but were still standing and in fairly good shape on a distant part of the extensive grounds of "Livingstons." They were replaced by the more modern buildings when John and Carrie had the entire place redone.

John carried his glass along with him as he wandered slowly over the sloping hills of his property. He was feeling pretty good now. Several drinks and the prospect of some kind of decent relationship with his daughter after all, even though he had fucked her half silly yesterday, had made him more optimistic than he had been earlier. The steady tinkling of the ice in his glass had a soothing effect, and the obvious affluence of his resort brought back to him the fact that he was a highly successful selfmade man, no matter what his family problems!

He let his mind turn to his little granddaughter and as the small wooden cabins came into view, he finally decided that the little girl probably needed someone to talk to. No doubt she had noticed that the members of her family were acting rather strangely… poor kid was probably a little upset. He resolved to reassure her… after all it was mostly his fault… but from now on… things would be different around "Livingstons" if he had anything to say about it!

In this mood of confidence, John entered the first cabin. All was darkness inside, and after calling his granddaughter's name several times, he realized that she wasn't there. He left the building, and entered the next cabin and then the next, beginning to wonder if Nancy was playing a practical joke on him. He was getting a little nervous. In the sixth and last cabin, he downed the last of his potent drink and placed the glass on a low table that he could just barely make out in the semi-darkness.

"Nancy… Nancy… are you in here???" Why was he getting so nervous, he wondered… it was almost as if he expected to find his daughter, Tricia there. His own little girl who was now a grown woman… would she ever get over what he'd done to her???

"Here I am, Gramps!"

Nancy's small voice came to him out of the shadows, and he jumped at its sound. He turned rapidly toward it and peered into the near darkness… finally making out a form on the bed.

"Nancy!" he said loudly… "What are you doing here? What is it you want… Come on out of here… you know there is no electricity!"

"I just wanted to talk to you Gramps… I'm here on the bed…"

John stumbled over a chair, almost falling in his inebriated state, and then reached the bed where his granddaughter lay. He sat down heavily beside her, reaching into his pocket for a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

"Well?" he was beginning to get angry. "Here I am! What do you want to talk about!"

It was eerie. Nancy began to chat with him about all sorts of things. All in a baby soft voice that seemed to pierce his heart with poignancy. His mind began to wander as she talked and he recalled how Tricia had sounded when as a child she would seek him out and talk to him for hours about her problems. God how he missed those days! Now his grandchild was talking to him in the same way… and he felt like crying because of the bitter sweet sensation it caused to well up inside him.

He really wasn't listening very closely to what she was saying… the sound of her voice seemed almost more important than what she was saying. He couldn't even see her very well, but from time to time her eyes seemed to gleam, and he could feel her small body shifting and squirming around on the bed. "You must have had lots of experience with women…"

For the first time, John was hearing every word. What was the child talking about?

"I bet you had lots of girlfriends…"

John gulped. The tiny figure stirred beside him. She was still lying down. He wished she would sit up.

"I wish you would sit up, sweetie… and I don't understand what it is you're getting at… I mean why all this talk of my girlfriends… do you have some kind of problem?"

"Yes…" There was a long pause. "I thought maybe you could tell me a few things… like how it will be when I have a boyfriend. I mean… what we'll do!"

John jumped back a little as though he were afraid of her. He could smell the fresh little girl scent of her there beside him, and he felt goose pimples forming on his skin at her bold words.

"Oh Gramps!" Nancy suddenly cried out, lifting herself up and throwing her arms around him, her long red braids flopping behind her. "You've got to teach me… tell me… I've just got to know everything!" Her lips pressed hurriedly on his in a frantic kiss.

"Oh Gramps… please… I'm so ready… the things I've seen!!"

John tried to disentangle himself from his little granddaughter, the harder he pulled on her, the tighter she clung… her arms firmly clasped about his neck.

"Seen??? What have you seen?" he managed to blurt out… worried for a second that somehow Nancy might know about what he had done with her mother, his own daughter. But logically, he knew it was impossible for her to have seen them… they had been miles away from the house… but what had she seen then?

Nancy continued to plant kisses about her grandfather's face. She pushed herself as close to him as possible, nudging her tiny breasts against his chest.

"Uh… nothing…" she replied… "Uh… I mean the animals… on the farm down the road…" After all she didn't want to tell her grandfather all that she had witnessed between Grandma and her daddy, and Uncle Ike!

"Don't be silly…" John felt a very odd sensation in his groin… In spite of himself, he realized that he wasn't pushing young Nancy's tightly clinging body away from him with as much muscle as he could. He suddenly felt drunker than he thought he was, as though something chemical were happening inside him that he was powerless to prevent.

Nancy only increased the pressure of her body against his as she pushed the softness of her mouth against his… parting her lips a little as she had seen her grandmother do. Her mouth felt on fire… and even though she had never kissed like this before, she was confident that she was giving a pretty good imitation of the real thing. With a rush of pleasure, she realized that her reluctant grandfather was responding to her. In his mouth she could taste the whiskey he had drunk, but it only added to her excitement. A new power was surging through her as she became more and more certain of her grandfather's reaction to her bold advances. She could feel him pressing back, their bodies melting slowly but surely into each other as they began to fall back onto the bed together.

Nancy could hear her grandfather making a kind of whimpering noise deep in his throat, and knowing that that was a sign of his arousal, she felt a mounting pride within her that she, as young as she was, and without big titties or anything could make such a thing!