Grace Wilkinson - The family reunion book I

"Come on over here, Carrie…!" Ike interrupted the pleasant turn of his mother-in-law's thoughts. As she walked toward him he couldn't help noticing her voluptuous, twenty-five-year-old figure so elegantly clothed in her pant suit. He liked her hair too… It was pale blonde and straight, unlike Tricia's curls… and hung at a wonderful angle for her finely chiseled features. He had seen many young girls who had had their hair cut this way, but on not one of them had it looked so good as it did on Carrie Livingston.

"Sit down," he told her, when he noticed she was returning his frank gaze with an expression of annoyance. "Get a look at this… ever seen one of these…??"

The thought flickered through her mind that her young son-in-law might be trying to sell her this machine. It looked like a pretty ordinary TV set to her so far and her expression betrayed the thought that she just wished he would leave. But after a few seconds she saw that the figure diving from the board was Ike… and that the pool was her swimming pool!

"Why, it's wonderful, Ike…" she expressed in surprised amazement.

"What'd I tell you?" Ike said beaming, and taking in the soft swell of her breasts beneath the clinging material of her top.

They watched the scenes for some time, and then Ike got up and put in another which showed the whole family leaving for the picnic. Carrie was much more relaxed and frankly enjoying the video machine. She had not failed to notice either, the exquisite proportions of the younger man's physique. He looked magnificent in his trunks! If only she were younger… and he weren't her son-in-law… and… she stopped thinking… there were entirely too many "ifs"!

After a while Carrie got up and went to the well-stocked bar by the window. She came back holding two glasses of sparkling burgundy. The liquid bubbled up frothily and Carrie felt herself forgetting some of her "ifs" as Ike sought to make himself more and more charming. Carrie brought the bottle over to the low table in front of the chaise where they were sitting, and before she realized it, it was empty. The same kind of camaraderie that they had shared that first evening after dinner, sprang up between them now, as Ike hastened to open another bottle while telling her another slightly off-color story.

"You know, Ike…" she told him, "you're a diamond in the rough… you remind me a little bit of John…"

"Oh, yeah? That's the first time a woman had told me I remind her of her husband!!" Ike roared with laughter, and then there was a slight pause as they both momentarily remembered just what their relationship to each other was!

Ike's features clouded over, and Carrie could see a familiar expression of aching desire on his face. She quickly turned her eyes away, but not before there had been a moment of recognition between them. Just the kind of recognition that Ike had been seeking.

"Have you been thinking about it…?" Ike asked suddenly and pointedly.

"Ike… I think you've got to leave now…" Carrie kept her face turned from him. "Just go… you've got to go!"

"No…" Ike said, and then added, "I won't go until you tell me what you've been thinking…"

Carrie turned to him angrily. "I have no intention of telling you anything of the sort!" In front of them the scenes of Ike diving and re-diving off the board were playing again.

When Ike took her in his arms, Carrie had a definite feeling of deja-vu. It was just like before… only this time… "Oh, God," she thought… "This time I want it more… much more!" She felt the moisture of her hidden pussy increase two-fold as with a sudden weakness she let him hold her, and then kiss her. A raging fire built up higher and higher, and with a rush she knew that she was going to go all the way. There was no way she could stop him when she knew that she didn't want to!

"It… it's going to happen!" she gasped, when he finally released her. And then she moaned passionately as he began to kiss her all over, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs… pressing his lips to the smooth shiny material of her clothing, wetting it so that she could feel the warmth of his mouth on her skin.

"Yes…" was all that Ike could say. "Yes!"

Nancy doubled back from the picnic shortly after it began. She couldn't think of anything more boring! She was really slightly peeved because her mother and father hadn't made love since that night she had spied on them. Every night since they had gone to bed barely speaking to each other and that was it! What a drag! She decided to leave and go back to the house to talk with Grandma! She had a feeling that if she asked Grandma questions she would give her some real answers! She recalled the nifty dress the older woman had worn at their first dinner, and Nancy felt really proud to have a grandmother who wasn't off sitting in a rocker somewhere!

It was a long walk back to "Livingstons", but she didn't mind… it was a beautiful day and the countryside was lovely. Her tanned legs felt good as she walked along, and it seemed that she could feel each and every muscle in them. She played a game with herself, "feeling" each part of her body in the same mental way, and when she got to her tiny pussy, where the beginning sprouts of tiny fuzzy hairs were just becoming visible, she experienced a definite sensation of pleasure. By contracting her muscles there, she could make the pleasure even more intense! By squeezing her legs together there, just the slightest bit, it felt even better! It made her want to touch herself… and she decided that as soon as she was indoors again, or at least some place where no one could see her, that she would!

She went up to the house right away, looking for her grandmother, but she couldn't find her anywhere. Then she remembered that there was a new wing, and in it was Grandma's new bedroom. She had heard about it, but no one had shown it to her yet! She went down the hall and turned right, and was about to knock on the door when she heard sounds that warned her she shouldn't.

"Ooooohhhh!" and then "AAAaaoomm!"

It sounded very familiar, except this time it wasn't her mother's voice… but her father's mother's… grandma's!!! Without a second's hesitation she bent down to look through the keyhole, but found that she couldn't see a thing inside. Quickly she ran outside and around the back of the house, her young legs pumping as fast as they could. It didn't take her long to find the window, and she pulled a packing box over and stood up on it. Peering in, she could see her grandmother's big circular bed in the middle of the room, aglow with the warm lamp-light that flooded it from all directions. Nancy's heart skipped a beat! Just a few feet away from her lay her beautiful grandmother, completely nude, her lithe body stretched out languidly on the huge bed. She gulped and stared bug-eyed as she saw the entire scene in its minutest details.

Carrie's head was lolling back and forth, her normally composed features contorted in a way that Nancy had never seen. And there on the floor, as naked as the day he was born, kneeled her Uncle Ike, his lips running moistly up and down the woman's exquisitely proportioned body. Nancy could see wet traces along her cream-like skin where his tongue had lovingly passed. Her large heaving breasts trembled and the nipples stood up high and hard as his mouth sucked on them. Then he began to move downwards along the gentle slopes of her torso and quivering belly and hotly, his tongue flicked out along her stomach and then down toward her inner thighs. Carrie writhed beneath his oral caresses with mindless passion as her hands clung tightly to his hair, pulling him hungrily forward toward her soft glistening pussy.

Nancy leaned forward, holding onto the window sill for dear life. Her grandmother sure was going to answer a few questions for her! She knew she ought to leave, but she was hypnotized by the obscene spectacle going on before her. She had to watch!