Grace Wilkinson - The family reunion book II

"Yes… honey… oh yes!" he yelled at her, "do it… do it… cum for gramps!" He fingerfucked his finger as high up into her sweetly climaxing cunt as hard and fast as he could. At the same time he pushed his rockhard prick fiercely through her clasping fingers, moving close in to her so that it touched against the smooth naked flesh of her soffly trembling belly.

"Aaaaah!" he growled, and his words mingled with her cries of her orgasm.

"Oooooooooh yes, oh gramps oh it's heaven it's heaven! I love it… oh, I love you gramps I…"

"Christ!" John was cumming too. His big cock, unable to stand any more, started spurting against her smooth, whitely jerking belly. Wave after wave of his thick white semen gushed outward and raced over her naked flesh. His body ground spasmodically into hers, his finger still fucking up inside her, thrusting, tickling, increasing the powerful orgasm he knew she was experiencing. The delicate pink ridges of her orgasmically seeping young vagina moved and contracted wildly as she continued to cum deliciously around his fingering digit. She clung dizzfly to him, overwhelmed by what was happening… never having dreamed she could feel such a strong sensation, even though she had secretly witnessed her grandmother's extreme climaxes on more than one occasion.

It was better than anything she could have imagined, and she whimpered with emotion, crying out her pleasure, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. The cabin bed creaked beneath their gyrating bodies, until finally they were still. John's heavy breathing filled the small room. The sheets and covers were soaking wet beneath them, and Nancy's short dress was hopelessly wrinkled. Nancy shuddered against her grandfather and then twisted her body a little to the side. His finger was still imbedded deep within her tingling pussy, and the change of angle set off another short, quick little orgasm inside her. Her hand closed again around the wet semi-hard prick that had just inundated her belly with its heated jism, and her thighs began to quiver, her cervix once more hungrily extracting pleasure from her stunned grandfather.

"Ooooh ooooooooh again again gramps!" she crooned desperately, "Again!"

Tricia walked slowly in the direction she had seen her father take some time ago. She had been waiting for him to retum, having decided that she had to talk to him about what had happened between tbem. She had to somehow try to explain why he had caught her doing such an evil thing with Susan… for she believed this to be the primary cause of his actions with her.

"It really is all my fault!" she told herself once more as she headed toward the deserted cabins. She felt oddly calm now though… originally she had been ready to leave her husband Ike… to return home to live… but now, she knew that no matter how awful Ike was, she had to give her marriage another chance. Hadn't her body made it perfectly clear to her that the things she felt for her father, weren't entirely normal? She had loved him so well throughout her childhood, and loved him and looked up to him as an adult. She had loved him a bit too well! She had to tell him this now… to tell him that it wasn't his fault. She had seen his suffering face at lunch, and she longed to sooth the pain she had read there.

"Daddy…" she called softly… "Daddy…!"

"Where could he have gone to…?" she wondered aloud. She didn't see any reason why he would be down by the old cabins anyway… and suddenly a fear took hold of her… Supposing he was going to do something foolish… like… Her mind hardly dared to form the thought of suicide, but remembering how she herself had felt after the incredible carnal experience with her father, she knew that it wasn't too far fetched a thought! Panic stricken, she ran to the old grey buildings, barging into the first one, screaming her father's name.

"Oh God, daddy… please, where are you?" Not finding him there, she ran from cabin to cabin until she reached the last one. By that time, she was convinced that she would find him there… in a state near death… it would be too late to save him… She imagined all sorts of terrible thoughts, and she was so afraid of what she would find that she pushed the creaky old door open very slowly, and entered silently, feeling the blood pounding hard at her temples.

"Oh… Gramps… Gramps… It's so good… so goooood! More! More! More!" Nancy's voice pleaded.

"Honey no… I won't play with your pussy any more… don't make me!"

Tricia froze at the sound of her father's voice. There were just no two ways to interpret what was going on, and Tricia's first horrified reaction was a piercing scream.

"Daddddy! No! No! Not with little Nancy… no!" and then she was turning and stumbling blindly out of the cabin. She hadn't seen them… and yet there was a perfect image of their obscene lewdness imprinted on her mind. She ran in an awkward zig-zag, still mumbling out with pain and disbelief. If she had been worried that her world was ruined before, now it was completely beyond repair. She began to laugh hysterically as she ran, recalling that she had once thought of her husband Ike as a monster… when in reality the monster was her own FATHER! It was just too awful to take, and Tricia headed away from the big house and the upgraded grounds of Livingston's, toward the thick underbrush down by the creek. She didn't know why she was headed there… it was just a question of getting as far away from the cabin as possible!

John, moments later, dashed from the cabin behind her, leaving the satiated young Nancy sprawled on the bed. His big cock bobbed lewdly in front of him as he ran after his daughter. The opening of his fly gaped obscenely open, and his silver grey hair was a disheveled mass about his head.

He caught up with her as she reached the creek. She was pausing there momentarily, wondering where to go from there. She just had to get somewhere where she could never be able to even think of the things that were going on between the members of her family! Her own father… with his own granddaughter, Nancy…a ten year old! And yesterday she had thought the worst had already happened…

"Let me go, Daddy… let me go!" she cried as he held her, afraid she was about to jump in the fast moving waters of the creek.

"You monster!" she screamed, "You absolute monster! What did you do to little Nancy??? Wasn't I enough for you? Wasn't it enough to make love to your own daughter? You had to do it to your granddaughter too?!!" Her hysterical voice rose to a high, feverish pitch as she spat the words out directly into her father's anguished face.

"What's the matter?" she continued. "Wasn't I good enough for you???" Her entire body trembled with rage as the words tumbled from her lips.

"No… Tricia… no please… oh honey… you've got to understand it was all a mistake… a big mistake… I… I've got to explain…!"

"What can you explain…you pervert! Just what is there to explain?" Her body reached the highest point of tension, and suddenly she broke, collapsing in tears against her father, her tears and sobs resounding through the crisp twilight air around them.

Automatically, John began to stroke his young daughter's hair in a soothing motion. Just as he had soothed away her tears when she was a child, the action came naturally now. But with each stroke of his hand upon her long blonde hair he was attempting to calm himself too.

"Don't cry baby… don't cry…" he muttered, all the while wondering to himself how any of them could go on. The person he loved dearest in the whole world, had received the most pain from him… yes, he thought to himself… I love her even more than Carrie… It wasn't right but it was true. He had always felt an extra something for his little girl… a something that only recently had gotten out of hand!