Grandpa’s Milk – Chapter 6

Incest stories: Grandpa’s Milk – Chapter 6

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We had lunch and I suggested we head out to the pool for a swim. “Grandpa, They’re having a free public swim today. Can we go?” I thought a bit and said, “Sure, we can but I’d like to take you shopping for new swimsuits that you can wear, first.” “Yeaay!” was the reply. “OK clean up the dishes and put on your sundresses- WITH panties, this time!”

“But Grandpa, I just have my swimsuit…” Roxy reminded. “See if Rachel has a sundress for you and bring me your swimsuit.” I said. She came back a couple minutes later with a halter type dress on. It obviously wasn’t designed for a girl of her bust size as sides of her breasts protruded out the sides of the top. “Oh, that fits you very nicely, Roxy.” “I don’t know—my boobs kinda stick out…” and she pulled on the dress. “Oh, it’s just fine.”

I reassured her. I took her swimsuit from her. “What do you want my swimsuit for?” “I noticed that it needed a little fixing…” I got some scissors, turned the bottoms inside-out and cut out the liner. Then I did the same to the top. “Why did you do that?” “The liner is for shy people who are worried about people seeing through their swimsuit. Us naturists aren’t shy so we don’t need the liner!” “Soo– now you can see through my swimsuit? Cool…”

I took them to the swimsuit specialty store at a local mall. “OK, go pick out three ‘suits you might like and I’ll tell you if I like them and we can try them on.” Off they went like kids in a candy store exclaiming and giggling. While they did that I aimlessly poked through the ladies ‘suits. I came to the more ‘risqué’ section- probably swimwear one would find on the French Riviera. They were mostly little triangles connected by spaghetti straps. I had an idea. I picked out four extra-small of different colors and took them to the till. The girls except Roxy came back with their selections. “I didn’t know if you were getting ME a new ‘suit, too…”

“That’s OK, Roxy, I have a surprize for you!” I held up the bag and she beamed.

We went into the change room and they modeled the items. They all chose one identical style in different colors which I liked and the price was reasonable. It was just a plain single colored one piece with a halter top and high cut legs. The back was cut low to a bikini sized bottom. One was a pale green, one a pale yellow, and the last a pale pink. The fronts were “fully lined” according to the label.

“OK, I like this one on you guys. And you guys like it?” I asked and they all nodded. “And you have the right sizes?” Rachel said, “Yep! I’m a size 10, Abby’s a 9 and Sara’s an 8!” “Good!” I said, “Now take them back and get one of the same color in the next size smaller.” Rachel looked at me a little puzzled. “OK, Grandpa…”

We made our purchase and bought some ice cream on the way to the car. While the girls ate their ice cream I pulled out my scissors and went to work. “Grandpa, what are you doing?!” Asked Sarah, concerned. Roxy smiled and explained it to the others. “Cool!” said Rachel as I handed her ‘suit over to her. “So we still get to be naturists AND wear clothing! And all the boys get to see my sexy vulva and tits!” She put her hands under her sun dress and rubbed her swollen nipples.

We got to the pool and Abby jumped out of the car, reached under her dress and whipped her panties off. Her little sister saw this and followed suit. I looked at them, puzzled, “Well—we don’t need them on in THERE!” she said. The older two agreed and slipped out of theirs, too. There was no discussion this time- the girls just headed for the boys change room with me. Abby whipped off her dress and handed it to me as we went through the door. Sarah copied her. Roxy, though obviously informed looked a little apprehensive.

“Well, Roxy, if you really want to be a naturist this is what it will be like- seeing and being seen by naked men and boys.” I whispered to her. “Well—here goes!” She said bravely and pulled her dress over her head. Rachel followed suit in moral support and we all walked through the dressing room looking for a locker. Everyone stopped in whatever state of dress they were in and gawked. Most men’s mouths dropped open for a second at the sight of Roxy but they soon turned away and turned their sons away and tried not to stare—too much. I pulled the micro-bikini’s out, “I have a special surprise for all of you! These are on-size-fits-all so pick out a color and I will help you put them on.”

“Oh! Teenie weenie bikinis!” Abby exclaimed. “Thank you Grandpa!”

“But they’re so SMALL!” said Rachel picking up a green one and examining it. “How does it go on?”

“Well, Duh!” I said, “The piece with the two patches goes on the top…” “Yeah, I know, but this patch barely covers my vulva!”

“Put the two patches on your breasts and I’ll tie it up.” I reached around and pulled the two chest strings back and tied them behind her back. I took the halter strings and tied them behind her neck.

“OK, now put the bottoms on…” “But they’re too big for my waist…” “I’ll fix that…” I tied a loop-knot in the “waistband” string on each side effectively shrinking the band to her hip size. I did the same to the crotch string and pulled it up between her beautiful bulbous butt cheeks. The other girls copied what I did on each other.

“Sarah! Look at your nipples!!” exclaimed Abby staring wide-eyed at her chest. “They grew!” We all looked at Sarah’s nipples. They were indeed larger- probably quarter sized compared to dime size this morning. She reached up and touched them with the look of total amazement on her face. “I’m getting boobies! They’re actually growing! I’m going to have breasts like Mom!” The other girls hugged her and touched her nipples like they couldn’t believe they were real. I hugged her, too and returned to the job at hand with Rachel.

“Let me see the front…” I turned her around to face me and squatted down to adjust the front. The crotch string split her luscious labia and the patch sat above her snatch.

“OK, baby girl, you have a hot vulva but ‘the ignorant’ don’t want to see it, so make sure this vulva patch stays on your vulva. To pull the patch down pull up in the back like this…” I ran a finger down her snatch and reluctantly pulled the patch down to hide her treasure. I checked the other girls’ “swimsuits” and did a few adjustments.

“But what about our other new bathing suits, Grampa?” asked Sarah.

“Well maybe we’ll change later and wear them, too!”

We looked up from our ‘suit fitting’ to see several boys and fathers practically drooling at our show and suddenly turn around to finish dressing themselves. The girls weren’t much better. They walked slowly to the showers gawking at various ‘packages’. We walked by the bathroom area with sinks, toilet stalls, and five urinals on a wall. Sarah walked over to them and asked, “What are THESE?” just as a naked man walked up and started to pee. “Oh! They’re for boys to pee in!” She stood and watched the man pee.

“Sarah, it’s not polite to watch people pee!” “Sorry, mister, but you have a BIG penis!” “Well, thank you, young lady. You have a pretty bathing suit.” The man said, finished his business, and left. “They’re called “urinals” for peeing in…” I said. “We pee like boys! So why don’t WE use them!?” She suggested, and the rest enthusiastically agreed.

Meanwhile a boy came in and walked up to the end urinal. Sarah took the one next to him and said, “Watch THIS!” The micro bikini made it easy for a girl to pee while standing. She pulled the crotch patch over to one side, spread her vulva and let it go. The boy was astounded on a number of counts- 1) there were girls in the boys change room 2) they had on the skimpiest bikini’s he’d ever seen, and 3) they were actually peeing standing up at a urinal next to him. “Wow, that’s pretty cool!” he said, “I didn’t think girls could pee standing up!” “Thanks,” beamed Sarah, “our Grampa showed us how!—And you have a cute penis…” “Uh—thanks…” he said blushing and he finished and walked away quickly.

“Look at us Grandpa!” exclaimed Abby. They all proudly squirted perfect clean arcs into their urinals, finished and walked away. Sarah ran over and gave me a hug- her vulva exposed by a miss-placed crotch patch. “Just a sec, baby girl, you have to be careful to keep your vulva covered because people will ‘freak out’ if they see it, OK? Every time you get out of the pool check your vulva, ‘K?” I squatted down, pulled the string out of her pussy crack and pulled the crotch patch down over her bald little pussy- the clitoris forming a tiny “tent” in the material.

I ‘accidently’ tucked my hand inside the patch and gave it a feel. “You guys got that? Check that your vulva patch is ok any time you get out of the pool.” We grabbed our towels and goggles and headed to the pool. The pool was busy because of the free admission. The girls turned a lot of heads until we all jumped in the shallow end. Then they became part of the splashing crowd of mostly kids. They went about playing in various parts of the pool each one seeking me out from time to time just to keep track of me.

They were doing well checking their crotch patches. I only noticed a couple ‘lip-slips’ that were quickly covered. Then they started going down the waterslide. They were having a blast. They came and got me to go down, too. It was blissful climbing the stairs behind their perfect youthful butts. We got to the top and Sarah looked at my swim trunks. “It looks like Hermie’s having fun, too!” We all looked down to see the head of my fluffed cock hanging below the edge of my swim trunks. “Oh my god!” I whispered and pulled my trunks down enough to cover it. “If anybody saw THAT I’d be going out in handcuffs!” When I got to the bottom I stayed in the water until things ‘subsided’.

The girls were happily queuing up over and over to go down the slide when a lifeguard called them over and talked to them. I wondered what the problem was but I had a good hunch. They pointed at me and the lifeguard called me out of the pool to talk. “We’ve had a few complaints about your daughters’ –er- swimsuits. Uh, don’t you think they’re a little –um- revealing? Um- the main complaint is that their buttocks are not covered… and –um- I can’t disagree- their buttocks are definitely visible…”