Grandpa’s Milk – Chapter 4

Incest stories: Grandpa’s Milk – Chapter 4

As stated before- this is just fiction. Comments are open for registered readers. Let me know what you think.

I put on my swim trunks and a t-shirt and went out to the door just as the doorbell rang. “Hi, John!” Roxy ran in and threw her arms around my torso with a big hug. “Hi Roxy!” I returned. The girls, all dressed, came out with hugs all around. Roxy, although the same age as Rachel, had more curves and her ‘too-tight’ bikini showed them all off.

“You’re already wearing your swimsuit!” I commented. It was a yellow two-piece ‘boy shorts’ style of suit of thin stretchy nylon. Riding her bike over shoved the seam of the shorts up into her butt crack and gave her a fantastic ‘camel-toe’. Her tits were half baseballs with hard little nipples trying to poke through the fabric.

“Yeah, it’s my old one from last year- it’s a little tight…” she went to pull the legs down- out of her vulva.

“Don’t do that!” I grabbed her arm and stopped her. “Boys LOVE a nice camel toe!”

“What’s a camel toe?” she asked. Looking down at her shorts.

“That’s when your shorts slide up into your vulva and splits your labia and shows off your beautiful vulva.” I said reaching over and pulling up on the front waistband of her shorts. She reached down with both hands and covered her pussy and looked up at me, blushing.

“John, cut that out!” she smiled. “You really think my pussy is beautiful?”

“Well, I can’t really SEE it- yet!” I winked at her and grinned. She blushed all the more.

“OK, girls lets go take care of Gertrude and Mildred.” The three ran off and I took Roxy’s arm to hold her back. I squatted down to look her in the eye. “Your mom told me about your decision. I told the girls that you have control, OK, we won’t go naked and we won’t make you go naked unless you want to, OK?”

“OK, Grandpa John. Thank you. I love you.” She kissed me on the lips quickly and ran off.

We finished the milking and feeding and I let the girls go play with their friend while I bottled the milk. At noon I made lunch and called them in. The girls were naked, carrying their clothes. Roxy still wore her snug little bikini.

“Roxy said we could take off our clothes- but not you.” Abby reported. “And she’s still a little too shy to take off hers- but we didn’t tease her.”

“Good. Thank you for not teasing.” I said. “Some things are not nice to tease about, right, little miss bubble butt?” I teased Abby giving her a little slap on her cute little butt. “Hey! Mr. big butt!” she tried to slap my butt but I grabbed her in a reverse hug and then started tickling her bare belly. After lunch I announced, “The last one in the pool has to kiss Gertrude!” They all screamed and ran out.

I grabbed towels and sunscreen and walked out. “You have to kiss Gertrude!” they chanted. I hopped into the pool and said, “I already did! Now, I’m going to kiss Roxy!” and I chased after her with puckered lips. They all screamed again trying to get away from me.

After we tired from that. I addressed Roxy, “I have a proposal, Roxy. You can stay in the pool and take off your bikini and nobody can really see your body under the water and you can feel how nice it feels to swim naked. Then- if it’s OK with you I can stay in the water and take off my trunks and nobody can really see my body either. Then- if you really want to see my body you can put on some swim goggles and look all you want.” “Can anybody else wear goggles?” she asked, intrigued.

“Only with your permission- they have to say “Mother may I” She smiled.

“OK, turn around.” She told me. I saw the top then the bottom go flying over to the side of the pool. She swam to the end of the pool. “This is SO cool! The water feels funny all over my skin!”

“Yeah, especially on your pussy!” Abby added. Roxy blushed, “Yeah, it does! OK, Grandpa John, you can take off your trunks.” I removed them and threw them on top of hers. She swam back to the end of the pool and grabbed a pair of goggles. After a few adjustments she ducked underwater coming up for air about ten feet closer. I faced her as she swam closer and closer. She stopped about six feet away and a huge bubble came up from her. She surfaced and laughed, “Your junk looks so funny floating around! You guys go get goggles and come look! But not Grandpa!”

The others got goggles and came to gawk. I felt like a fish in a bowl so I started bouncing on my toes- sending my ‘junk’ flopping up and down. Four big bubbles emerged and they all came up laughing.

“Ha, Ha- his junk is waving at us!” Roxy roared. They went under again and Abby swam over and grabbed my penis- shaking it side to side. They came up again, Roxy wide eyed said, “Abby, what are you Doing!” “It’s OK he gave me permission!” “Yeah,” added Sarah, “we all asked for permission to touch Hermie and Grampa said it was OK” “You can touch it, too, if you ask Grandpa for permission.” Suggested Rachel. “It’s really cool, sometimes he even gets a boner!”

“You touch his boner!?”

“Yeah, it’s no big deal…”

Roxy looked down at my crotch through the water and back at Rachel- her trusted friend.

“Grandpa John, is it OK if I touch your-“ she wasn’t sure of the proper name, “penis” whispered Rachel.

“penis?” she finished.

“Granddaughter Roxy, you may touch my penis AND my scrotum any time you want!” I declared formally. “But be careful it might bite you!” I warned jokingly and she smiled. She took a couple deep breaths as did the other three and they all went underwater for Roxy’s inaugural “penis fondle”. I felt a hand gently grab my penis and then two others each grab a testicle. One hand let go of a testicle and the hand holding my penis went to the testicle and then over to the other one. Then they all came up.

“See, I told you it was cool!” said Rachel.

“I can’t believe I’m actually touching a man’s ‘junk’!” panted Roxy. ”It’s called ‘genitals’, Roxy. Mom wants us to use proper names.” Corrected Rachel.

“So, Roxy, are you ‘cool’ with my genitals now? Is it OK if I stay naked when you’re here?” She smiled and nodded and instinctively approached me to hug me- her boobs exposed above the water. She gasped and looked down, almost reaching to cover them then put her arms down by her sides. She stood there blushing.

“Well, I guess you’ve seen my boobs, now!” she stated the obvious. I admired their beauty briefly and looked back into her eyes so as not to embarrass her by staring.

“I think you were going to hug me. That’s OK with me- you be careful with the balls and I’ll be careful with the tits, OK?”

“Thank you, Grandpa John!” she wrapped her arms around me and squeezed her hard little titties against my belly. I squeezed her back, my cock pressing against her belly, and said, “Why don’t you just call me Grandpa?!” “OK, Grandpa!”

“And I’ll just call you ‘Peaches’!” I said when she backed up looking puzzled. “Because that’s what your beautiful breasts look like.” She covered them with her hands and smiled and blushed.

“Now, do I get to put on goggles and check out all the vulvas underwater?” I made a half-hearted grab at Roxy’s goggles. “No Way!!” they all yelled, and the game was on. They stayed in the water but Roxy wasn’t afraid to let her breasts be seen. She caught me staring a couple times and just smiled.

Then came the next part of my plan. I hopped on an air mattress and lay back in the water like I was relaxing. Of course, this was the cue to my girls to begin the “dump-the-person-off-the-mattress” game. Roxy just stared at my ‘junk’ out of the water.

“Let’s get him!” The trio yelled and rushed me. “Come on, Roxy!” and she joined in. They dumped me off then it was a scramble of bodies to be the next one on the mattress. There was lots of grabbing and pulling and pushing and screaming and laughing and the more-than-occasional grab of my cock. Then finally, exactly as planned, Roxy claimed the mattress and lay on top- her vulva spread wide open right in front of my face. She stopped suddenly and gasped realizing she was totally exposed in front of me. She looked down at her pussy and back at me her jaw open. Then she smiled.

“Well, I guess you’ve seen my pussy now!” the girls laughed and dumped her off with a scream. I stopped the game by yelling “Time Out!”

“OK, small problem that needs to be corrected before continuing!” I teased.

“I gave Roxy permission to touch my ‘privates’ but Roxy did not give me permission to touch hers. It’s hard to play this game without touching so-“ I turned to Roxy.

“Granddaughter Roxy ‘Peaches’ Jones, may I have your permission to touch any part of your body- as long as I don’t hurt you?” She grinned.

“Yes, Mr. Grandpa John Smith you may!” she declared, formally.

“Good!” I teased, “The first thing I’m gonna do is grab those lovely boobs!” and lunged for her. She screamed and swam away laughing. She climbed on the mattress and with an impish grin turned and spread her legs and challenged, “Look at my bare, naked pussy, Grandpa! You can’t grab THAT either!” I went over and flipped her off the mattress and the game began anew. Only Roxy seemed to be always near me giving me plenty of opportunities for a handful of young breast or a brush against her vulva.

I decided I needed a break and started to get out of the pool. “Where are you going, Grandpa?” Sarah asked. “I’m going to sit and relax and soak up some sun!” I went for the towels. “Me too!” said Sarah. “Can you dry me, please?” The others came out, too; Roxy acting like she’s been a naturist all her life. I took a towel and rubbed Sarah dry. She put a foot up on a chair to give me access to her vulva. Roxy’s eyes widened at this. “Do me, too!” Abby demanded. “Please?” I said. “Do me too, Please.” I dried her torso, arms and head and finished with her legs- now spread- working up from her feet and finishing with a good rub of the vulva. “Thank you, Grandpa.” Then Rachel handed me her towel. “Please?” was all she said.

“Since when did all you girls become so helpless?” I inquired. Roxy stood watching looking unsure what to do.

“Come on, then, you too!” I said. She walked over holding her towel in front of her. And did the same routine only she didn’t spread her legs. I took the hint and skipped her vulva. As she walked away I grabbed her from behind and trapped her in a reverse bear hug- my junk against the small of her back. Where do you think YOU’re going, miss Peaches, didn’t you forget something? “Oh, sorry, Grandpa Jo- I mean Grandpa. Thank you.” I released her and she spun around and hugged me again my junk now pressing against her belly.