Grandpa’s Milk – Chapter 9

Incest stories: Grandpa’s Milk – Chapter 9

After lunch Rachel came up to me with her ‘gang’ standing behind her. Being the oldest I presumed she became the spokesperson for the others. “Grandpa…” she smiled and idly fondled my penis, “Yes, baby girl?”

“We thought it is such a nice day that maybe we could go to the beach today and wear our new bikinis… Can we?” and she looked at me with her clear blue eyes. Needless to say, I melted! We called Roxy’s Mom for permission.

“The Beach” was a half hour drive to a nice lake with a public beach, change rooms, outhouses, playgrounds, and picnic tables. They even had volleyball nets. There were no lifeguards but it was a popular spot for families to take the kids. We got our stuff together and piled into the car. The girls wore their sundresses (commando style) and I my trunks and t-shirt. It was relatively quiet at the beach given the nice weather. We found a spot toward the end of the beach and claimed it with our umbrella and blanket.

I opened the umbrella and lay it on the sand to use as a changing screen since it wasn’t crowded. “OK girls. STRIP!” I commanded. They didn’t hesitate pulling their dresses over their heads. I smiled and admired the four bald pussies standing before me. “Grandpa! It’s rude to stare!” Rachel reminded me and they all laughed as they grabbed their bikinis out of the bag. They each helped the other tie the strings and I did the final adjustments- fondling a tit or a vulva in the process. They just giggled. Then came the sunscreen routine- with a little more fondling. Then it was their turn to return the favor to me. I think my cock and balls had the most sunscreen of any other part of me. We stretched out on towels or the blanket and basked in the sun.

Sarah was the first to grow tired of sunbathing. “Come on, Grampa, let’s go play volleyball!” she suggested. “Yeah, Grandpa, let’s play!” Roxy agreed. I followed the four almost-naked butts over to the net and we started a ‘game’. Actually I played on both teams as server. Sarah and Rachel played against Abby and Roxy. None of them was very good at the game but we had fun. The bikinis were obviously not made for sports activities. At first they tried to keep them in position but it interfered with their playing abilities.

Soon all the vulva patches migrated up and exposed the vulvas. Little Sarah’s clit was on display between her puffy labia. Roxy’s inner lips were developing nicely and protruded from the slit of her outer lips. Rachel and Abby’s vulvas showed no outward signs of labia minora. Roxy’s top couldn’t contain the jiggling that the jumping and running caused. Her breasts just wanted to remain uncovered. The other three didn’t have much luck either. The breast patches ended up moving every which way. Men and boys walking by would do a double-take and stop in their tracks. Some stood and ogled several minutes. Others blushed and walked by quickly. There were lots of bulging trunks!

The girls eventually tired of volleyball so I helped them adjust their ‘suits before we went back to the blanket. “OK, girls, you look really nice in these bikinis but let’s try and keep all your “parts” covered so people don’t ‘freak out’. Try and monitor your sisters patches and give them the “V” sign if they need to cover up their vulvas, OK?” I gave them the universal “V” sign with two fingers. We went to the blanket and had a snack. As we sat in a circle on the blanket I admired their barely-covered twats. “Um, Grandpa…” Abby started with a grin. I followed her gaze to my crotch as I sat cross-legged across from her. My “package” had fallen out through my leg opening and was in full view for all to see. They all giggled and gave me the “V” sign.

They opted to go and play on the playground equipment next. They tried the slide but their bare skin stuck to the smooth surface. Climbing around on the climbing bars it was a delight to watch their naked bums. The only thing covering their anus’ was a string! The climbing motions proved too much for their bikinis as the patches quickly slipped and exposed lovely labia. The nipples peeked out from behind the tiny boob patches. They made it to the top and looked at each other and all made the “V” sign.

They giggled and adjusted themselves and climbed back down. More people arrived and several fathers had migrated to the playground to watch the scenery. It was funny to watch their jaws drop and the boners grow. A couple cameras came out to record the spectacle. The girls lapped it up with their best runway model poses. That’s when I decided to herd them away. I suggested we go for a swim and we headed back to the blanket. Abby and Sarah chose to play in the sand and Rachel and Roxy went in the water. I stood at the water’s edge and watched them all.

Rachel and Roxy were decent swimmers for their ages. They frolicked and dived for rocks and just had a good time. I saw the occasional tit when they stood up out of the water but it was quickly covered. Abby and Sarah were busy building a sand castle with their shovels and buckets. They crawled around and squatted- completely absorbed in their project.

Both their vulvas became exposed. The string of the bikinis running between the lips. Sarah’s clitoris stood out proudly. I wandered over closer to them and called their names and gave them the “V” sign. They gasped and quickly covered and went back to work. I decided to join the other two in the water. They had moved a little ways down the beach. As I drew nearer I could see that a group of about four boys of various ages had silently encircled them as they played. The boys all wore diving goggles and seemed to be fascinated with something underwater.

I approached the girls and I could see the boys clearly staring at them underwater; coming up for air; and going back under. “Hey, ladies are you having fun?” I greeted them. “Hi, Grandpa! Yeah! We are!” I leaned down and whispered to them, “Do you realize that there is a bunch of boys watching you underwater? I think your bikinis need to be adjusted!” “Yeah! We know they are looking at our vulvas, Grandpa! You said people would “freak out” if they saw our pussy’s but they’re not freaking out!

They love them! Watch this!” She turned to one of the underwater boys and spread her legs. A lung-full of bubbles broke the surface above him. She giggled. “OK, just don’t let any Moms see you because they WILL freak out!” I made my way back to the castle builders to check on them. A couple other girls had joined them. It was Courtney and her sister! And they wore micro-bikinis much like my girls! They were both much skinnier than mine. Courtney, the same age as Abby, was only at the ‘swollen nipple’ breast stage but cunt hairs were obvious through the thin material of her bikini crotch patch. “Hi, Grandpa! Look who’s here! Courtney and Wyn!” Abby greeted.

Wyn was facing away from me, her legs spread, reaching down scooping sand. I had a front-seat view of her puffy, hairless snatch- with a peek up her vagina, the string of her bikini hidden between her lips. They both turned to me and grinned slyly and said “Hi!” Wyn’s nipples were exposed but were no more developed than a boy’s at her age. “Look!” Abby continued excitedly, “They got bikinis like OURS!” Courtney struck her best modelling pose and then playfully pulled her boob patches up and flashed her swollen nipples at me.

Abby whispered, “Her Dad lets her see his penis, too, and he gets boners and I told her to drink his milk, I showed her my titties and how your milk made them grow…” “Wow, Courtney, I’m happy for you!” I interrupted. “And what a beautiful bikini! Where’s your Dad?” She pointed him out some distance away and waved to him in his beach chair. He waved back and I waved an acknowledgment to him. I whispered to Courtney that her vulva patch had slipped and that she might want to adjust it.

She walked over to the semi-privacy of our large umbrella, smiled innocently and asked, “Can you fix it for me?” I went over to her and stood behind her. “Courtney,” I asked, “you asked me to fix your bikini bottom but I might touch your private parts to do that. Do I have your permission to do that?” “Of course!” she answered, puzzled, “My Mom and Dad touch me, and you’re a Grampa and you touch Abby so why wouldn’t you touch me?” “I just want to make sure it’s OK with you because you shouldn’t let strangers touch your privates without your permission.”

She whispered, “Oh. OK… So- go ahead, I WANT you to touch my pussy! I touched your wiener, remember?” “Oh, I remember!” I smiled. I reached down in front of her and slid my hand down her belly, under her bikini bottom and over her warm soft vulva down to her moist vagina- pulling the string out of her slit. “M’mmm!” She softly moaned and bent and spread her knees for better access.

I pulled on the crotch string at the back which brought the vulva patch down in front. I carefully spread the crotch patch across her vulva and made sure her pussy was covered. Then I rubbed her vulva on top of the patch just for good measure. “ M’mm!” she moaned again pushing her vulva into my hand. “Thank you, Mr. Smith!” She turned around and hugged me. She felt my semi-erect penis press against her belly. She reached up the leg opening and squeezed it, “Did I do that?!” and looked up and grinned at me and walked away.

I sat back in my lounger with a towel over me to hide my excitement. I was enjoying watching their little butts and the blossoming tits poking out from behind the patches of material. “Grampa, I have to go pee…” Sarah stood in front of me holding her vulva. “So do we!” said the other three. It was an epidemic!

I said, “Well, you know where the toilets are!” “We want you to take us!” Abby demanded. ‘Oh, well,’ I thought, ‘I need to pee, too…’ I herded them over to the outhouse. Both the men’s and the ladies were “two-holers” with actual seats on them. I told Sarah to go with Wyn and pretend they were boys and Abby and Courtney could use the ladies’.

“Do you need to pee Grandpa?” Abby asked, smiling. “Yes, but I can wait…” They grabbed my hands and led me into the ladies’ side and shut the door. “Courtney wants to learn how to pee like a boy, Grandpa. Here, watch me…” Abby deftly handled her vulva and stood in front of the toilet and peed flawlessly. “That’s so COOL!” exclaimed Courtney.