Incest stories: Grandpa’s Milk – Chapter 2

After raising three girls my wife insisted on keeping some of their left-over sanitary supplies for ‘emergencies’. I sat Abby on the bed and said , “Wait here I MAY have a surprize for you.” I went into the ensuite bathroom and rummaged in a drawer, found what I wanted and quickly read the directions though I watched the procedure many times. I brought the box out to Abby.

“OK, you learned about ‘periods’ in sex ed class right?”

“Yeah, when girls get older we start to bleed out the vagina every month so don’t worry…”

“Well, this is called a “tampon”. Its used to soak up the blood when you have your period. You stick it in your vagina and pull it out with this string to change it. I’m hoping it will soak up your pussy juices so you aren’t slippery all the time!” She looked at it, intrigued.

“That would be nice… but how do I get it in…”

“Well, read these directions and I’ll help you ‘til you can do it on your own. Now, they may NOT work. Do you want to give it a try?”

“OK…” she read the directions.

“Now, I have to check something first. I’ll have to stick my finger in your vagina. Is that OK?”

“M,mmm, Yeah! I’d love you to stick your finger in my vagina, Grandpa!”

“Not for THAT purpose. I want to check a thing called a “hymen”. It is a piece of skin that closes the vagina until I –I mean your husband- puts his penis in it and it will tear and hurt a little and bleed a little.”

“Oh- is that what that was? One time a long time ago I stuck my Barbie’s legs up my vagina and it bled a little.”

“Well, lay back on the bed and let me check, anyway.” She lay back and spread her legs.

“The instructions say to completely relax or the tampon won’t go in. After I have a twitchy- I mean- what do you call it?”

“An orgasm?”

“Yeah, an or-gaz-um, when I have one of those I’m REALLY relaxed! You could give me one so I could relax.”

“And just HOW am I supposed to do THAT?” I said, playing dumb.

“Welll just start by checking for that thing- my hymen.” She took my hand and guided it to her vulva. She pressed the palm of my hand firmly against her moist pussy sliding it back toward her vagina. Then she pressed against my middle finger curling it into her vagina.

“Oh, Grandpa- Yeah- that feels SO good…” as she continued to push my hand down and my finger deep into her love tunnel- unhindered by any obstruction. She thrust her hips up trying to get it deeper but my hand was in the wrong position for that. I slid my hand forward and back; the finger in and out- maintaining palm pressure on her clit.

“Oh, Grandpa- oh, oh,” her face contorted, “Gh’nnn- Gh’nnn- Gh’nnn…” she grunted and her hips thrust involuntarily with each vaginal contraction. The process took two minutes- tops. Talk about ‘premature ejaculation’! I was beginning to think her vaginal lubrication problem was more of a perpetual arousal problem.

“Oh, Grandpa, that was my best twitchy EVER!”

“Now don’t go bragging to your sisters. They don’t need to know. Sit up now and watch me put the tampon in.”

It was one of the non-applicator style tampons- you use your finger to insert. I guessed how far it should go in from the instructions.

“Does that feel OK?” I asked.

“Your finger feels great!” she teased. “The tampon is OK.”

“Go use the bidet and come have supper.” She got up and hugged me. “Thanks, Grandpa for taking care of me.”

I got back to the kitchen and the other two had supper under control. “Where’s Abby? Is she in trouble? Are you mad at her?”

“No, she’s coming. I just tried something different to control her “leaking”.” I said with air quotations. She came out a minute later looking refreshed.

“Look what Grandpa gave me-“ she bent and spread her knees revealing a short string dangling from her vagina. “What’s that?” they both asked and Abby explained the whole story- minus the pussy-relaxing-procedure. “Did it hurt?” “No…” she smiled, and went on to explain about hymens.

“OK, enough gawking at Abby’s genitals lets have our wien- I mean- hot dogs.”

After supper we sat down on the couch with popcorn and watched a movie. I sat in the middle- feet up; Abby sat on a towel (just in case…) on my left; and Rachel on my right. Sarah admonished Hermie, “Now don’t you go pumping yourself up into an erection! Behave yourself!” before sitting on him and laying back on my chest.

She actually behaved herself and I was able to get involved in the show to behave myself. After the show I tucked them into beds for the night wondering which one would come up with an excuse to join me in my bed in the middle of the night.

As with any girls’ sleepover there was much whispering, giggling, and talking. Then it was strangely quiet- the occasional whisper then, “Oh’mm, Abby, that feels SO good…” “SShhhh”

“Deeper…” whispered Rachel.

“She’s getting wet, just like you!” I heard Sarah say.

“OH-Oh… here it comes….OOHH- M’mmm-M’mmm….M’mm”

“How was THAT, Rachel!?”

“Oh, WOW, Abby, you do it much better than me… Is that what Grandpa taught you?”

“Hey, it’s MY turn!” pouted Sarah.

“Show me how to do it, Abby, and I’ll do Sarah!” whispered Rachel.

“Like this, and then come up and rub the clit…”

“Ow, hey! Be careful with my clit.” Sarah complained- her over-sized clitoris obviously sensitive.

“Wow, look at her clit!”

“Hee, hee! It looks like a tiny penis!”

“I wish I had one like that… what if I stroke it… whoa- it’s getting bigger!”

“It’s sticking right out of her vulva!”

“Does this feel good, Sarah?”

“M’mm, YES- but stick your finger in like you did Rachel”

“Let me do it.” Said Rachel.

“Oh yes, Grampa, OHH YESS oh, M’MM-M’mmm!” she obviously orgasmed.

“Oh, wow, you’re right- you do it much better than I do myself!”

“Why did you say ‘Grampa’?”

“I did? H’mm I dunno.”

“We better get to sleep!”

I figured after all THAT they would sleep like babies. I went to the bathroom and inhaled Abby’s sweet perfume from my hand and shot off another load of cum.

My bladder woke me up about 4am and I went to get out of bed when my arm smacked somebody’s head.

“What th- who’s that? Sorry- Sarah!” I whispered. “I hafta pee, sweetheart…” I rolled-climbed over her- my ‘junk’ dragging across her legs. “Me, too!” she whispered back and followed me into the bathroom. She sat down and peed and out of habit I grabbed some tissue and reached down and wiped her vulva. She smiled and said, “Thank you, Grampa.”

I took ‘the stance’ over the toilet and her little hand seized my cock and she said, “I’ll help Hermie…” and grinned. I let loose and she only missed the toilet with a few drops. “Thank you, Sarah.” I whispered. “You’re welcome, Hermie!” and she kissed his ‘head’. I took over and finished ‘milking the urethra’. “What are you DOING!?” she looked horrified at the torture to which I was subjecting her ‘friend’.

“Well,” I explained, “there’s still a little pee in the pee tube- urethra- and I have to squeeze it out or it dribbles everywhere.”

“Can I help?”

“I don’t think that’s a goo-“ she grabbed my cock and some tissue and started squeezing and pulling trying to imitate my actions.

Just then exactly what I was afraid would happen- happened! The other two came around the corner. In the dim night-light lit room I saw their eyes pop out.

“Sara! What are you DOING!!”

“Oh, we went pee. I helped Hermie. And now I’m helping get the drops out…” she stated matter-of-factly continuing her work.

“I think you’ve got all the drops out now, honey, let’s go back to bed.” We walked past the other smiling girls and let them pee.

Sarah and I lay down in the middle of the queen sized bed leaving room for the others on the edges. Rachel crawled in on my left and cuddled in. Abby climbed into the right side and said “Move over! I want to cuddle with Grandpa!” “I was here first…”

“All right, you two.” I said. So I settled the fight by rolling Sarah onto my chest- her mons resting on my pubic bone. Abby slid over and cuddled my right side.

I woke with ‘morning wood’ that felt unusually hot. I quickly realized Sarah was still on top of me- my cock up against her pussy her legs clamped together.

“Hee-Hee, good morning Grampa! Hermie woke me by kissing my butt! So Val is hugging him!” she said proudly.

“Who’s Val?” I said, not quite awake.

“My vulva! Silly Grampa!”

Abby and Rachel sat up pulling the covers off us. “Yep, she’s hugging Hermie!” they giggled. “And Hermie looks real happy- he’s drooling!” I felt a finger wipe the tip of my penis. “Just like Abby’s vagina.” said Rachel.

“Oh darn…” said Abby, looking down at her vulva.

Well, Hermie has to pee so get off, Sarah.

“No, Val is happy. She wants to hug Hermie all day!” She tightened her grip. I sat up with her hanging onto my neck. She then wrapped her legs around my waist, her vulva bearing down against the base of my penis. I could actually feel her huge clitoris poking me. I managed to slide myself out of bed and stand up with her clinging to me, my hardon sliding against her crotch, getting wetter.

“OK, enough, missy!”

“OK.” She relented. She dropped her legs but still hung onto my neck, like she did in the pool. Her legs clamped my cock and she tilted her pelvis forward and back a couple times sliding on my throbbing tool.

“I think Val is in love with Hermie!” she grinned, loosening her legs and slid down sliding my cock up through her slimy vulva ending with her clitoris almost snagging on my swollen cock helmet. My cock snapped back up and slapped my belly. She giggled. “You’re so handsome when you’re pumped up, Hermie!” and she gave him another kiss. Just then Abby came in with a big carrot.

She walked over to me, bent my penis down straight out and held the carrot up next to it. She bent my hardon down and let it go watching it snap back up with a ‘slap’ and giggled. “Thank you!” she said and kissed my cock getting pre-cum on her lips. She licked her lips, said, “M’mm” and turned to go, biting off the end of the carrot.

“What was THAT all about?” I asked. “Nothing.” She grinned as she walked out.

“OK, Hermie let’s get all that pee out!” said Sarah aiming my shrinking cock towards the toilet.

“No, Sarah, I’m going to have a shower before breakfast.”