Ginny Ch. 01: Moving in with Papa by PrincessKatie69

Ginny Ch. 01: Moving in with Papa by PrincessKatie69,

Inspired by his son Trent and granddaughter Britney, Charles undertakes training another granddaughter, Ginny, to be the perfect cumslut. This is interconnected with my Britney and Katie series, the reading order is listed in my bio but it can also be read separately.

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This is an exploration into my specific kink, the stuff I want to read about… This is fantasy, fiction, kink, it is not and should not be considered anything other than horrifying when thinking of real life and real people. The fun of fiction is you get to write or read whatever fucked up shit you want, because it’s not real. I’m writing this because *I* think it’s hot, not because it’s realistic. This is erotica, I don’t like realistic characters, I want them clueless and over the top absurd. If you don’t that’s your business.

This chapter features questionable consent and rough incest, everyone is over eighteen.

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Charles watched the airport arrivals doors with his hands fisted at his sides. He couldn’t believe his own eagerness. His granddaughter was expected any moment, her mothers sent her to stay with him with the understanding that he’d tame some of the wildness they’d been noticing recently. It helped that his son, Trent, had started training his own daughter in their family tradition. For a while Charles had worried that it would end with him, but after Trent’s wife died he’d picked up the torch with his little Britney, and when Christine heard about it, she was eager for her Ginny to be brought into the fold. Ginny didn’t have a father of her own, Christine and Kathy had adopted her from some far off country Charles could never remember the name of, so it was up to him to set her straight.

As he watched the doors he thought back to his time raising his own daughters. Just like his father had with his sisters, as soon as Christine and Isabel turned eighteen he’d taken to fucking them. His wife had been hesitant, but it was a time when his rule was law, so she quickly came around to the idea. She was gone now, passed away over a decade earlier, but he could still remember the pleased look she’d have as she watched her husband with their daughters. Charles trained his daughters’ bodies to take his cock however he wanted, whenever he wanted. The girls had been happy, after a little while at least, and now saw it as a pivotal part of their experience growing up. So much so that his other daughter, Issy, had all but cut off her family back when Trent had decided to forego the tradition.

For a long time he’d thought it was over for him, save getting to participate with little Britty, but Christine was giving him another chance at what he saw as his life’s purpose: bringing a girl into adulthood, teaching her how to be properly submissive to the men in her life, and preparing her body for her future husband and family. Of course, it hadn’t worked out that way with Christine, but he liked to think that Kathy still benefited from his teachings. She’d agreed to send Ginny to him, so she must see some value in her wife’s experience as a young adult.

By the time Ginny finally walked through the doors, Charles was practically buzzing. The little toy in his pocket was calling to him as he watched her little body skip across the airport and launch into his waiting arms.

“Grandpa!” Ginny was a precious little thing, she was tiny and exotic with caramel skin and long dark hair that curled and fluttered down her back.

“It’s so good to see you, little lamb.” He squeezed her tight. When Ginny pulled back, smiling, Charles took her in from tip to toe. She wore leggings that hugged all the right places, a crop top so little that even her tiny teenage tits threatened to spill out of it, and tennis shoes so white they practically glowed.

“How was your flight, cupcake?” He asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. At 6’4″, Charles was at least a foot and a half taller than Ginny. He could barely keep from throwing her over his shoulder and dragging her off to some corner so they could get started right away.

“It was okay, gramps, but I’m glad to be off that sweaty plane.” She reached into the back of her leggings to pick out a wedgie, but when she realized he was looking at her, one eyebrow quirked, she yanked out her hand and blushed.

“I can see we have lots to get started on. Do you know why your moms sent you here?” Charles was standing with his hands on his hips now, looking down at her.

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Cause my moms don’t want to deal with me?”

“Don’t be a brat, young lady. Brats get punished. Now tell me why you really think you’re here.”

Ginny shifted, her tennis shoes scuffling on the linoleum floor. “Mom said you were going to help me. That I’m a grown up now and that means I need a man’s influence.”

Charles nodded sternly, but inwardly he was full of excitement, his cock hard in his slacks. “I believe there’s a little more to it than that, lamb?” He raised an eyebrow.

Ginny sighed. “Mom thinks I’ve been hanging out with the boys at school too much.”

School had been the longest sticking point between Christine and Kathy, Christine wanted to pull Ginny from her last few weeks of high school but Kathy disagreed. When they’d finally caught Ginny in a… compromising position, Kathy relented. A new school, even for just a few weeks, might be exactly what she needed. Charles decided he’d let Ginny’s hesitation to share the whole truth slide for now, they had lots of time. Surely he’d have lots to punish her for. “Your mom is right. You can’t be hanging around with so many boys, they’ll turn you into a little tramp.”

Ginny’s mouth gaped at her grandfather’s words.

“You’re going to live with me and do as I say, I’m going to teach you how to be the perfect young woman.” He continued like he was telling her the time, reaching into his pocket he extracted the toy. “That starts now, little lamb. Take this–” He held the vibrator out to her, Ginny gasped and her hands shot to her mouth. “And go to the bathroom to put it in.” She she knew what it was, obviously. Charles was curious just how much experience his granddaughter had, this made him all the more intrigued. They’d soon find out.

Ginny just stared at his open hand. He held a small, pink, double ended vibrator. The part that would go in her little cunny was big and rounded and the part that would tuck inside her tight little pucker was a series of small balls. It was beginner sized, but he’d still come prepared. With his other hand he pulled out a travel sized bottle of lube.

“Use this if you need it. And don’t just stare at it, Ginny, do as your grandfather says or we’ll have to start your time off with a punishment.”

This seemed to motivate her. Ginny sucked in a breath and snatched the vibrator and lube from his hand before rushing off to the bathroom without a word. Charles watched her, grinning, and his hand went to his pocket where he felt for his phone. He had an app that controlled it, God bless technology.

Christine had filled him on what she knew of Ginny’s sexual history. Firstly, she wasn’t a virgin. This was disappointing, Charles ached to take another cherry before he was too old to get it up. But her experience wasn’t all bad, it meant he could do things like this. And as far as Christine knew, Ginny hadn’t taken it up the ass, so he’d get to take that cherry at least. Christine was worried about her daughter, that’s why she’d sent her to Charles. Ginny was wilder than she should be, more sexually promiscuous, bratty when her moms called her out, and Christine was worried she’d become the town cumrag before she could ever be taught the discipline needed to be a good woman. This was where Charles came in, with his discipline and training he could turn Ginny into the type of wanton whore that a man would want to marry, rather than the type he’d only want to fuck in some dark alley.

When Ginny returned to her grandfather, she was walking a little funny and looking at her feet. “Is it in, cupcake?” He gave her a warm smile.

She nodded but only glanced up at him.

“Both holes?”

Her cheeked reddened even further. “Yes.”

“Yes, papa.” He corrected. “You can call me grandpa or gramps unless I’m actively training you, then I want you to call me papa.” Charles hadn’t thought much about what his grandchildren called him before now, he’d found it nice they all used different terms. Not that he’d seen little Lily, Issy’s daughter, since she was fifteen or so and Isobel had stopped bringing her by. But now that he’d felt his little Britty’s cunny pulse around his cock while she screamed for her papa, he knew which he preferred in those special moments.

“Yes papa.” Ginny corrected.

“That’s a good girl.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and gave her a tight squeeze, pressing a kiss to the top of her soft, dark hair. “I promise, we’re going to have lots of fun, my little lamb, especially when you do as you’re told.” He caught Ginny’s gaze and flashed her a smile. She returned it hesitantly. “How about we go get some ice cream before I take you to your new home?”

At this, her smile finally grew and Ginny nodded. “I’d like that.”

“Good girl. Now grab your things, I’m parked out in the lot.” He took the handle of her suitcase, letting her carry the rest of her bags, then he turned on his heel without waiting for her to keep up. His fingers were on his phone in his pocket, the app open and waiting, and when he heard Ginny skipping to keep up with him, Charles switched it on.

“AH!” Ginny yelped and dropped her duffle bag, it thudded to the floor. When he turned to look at her, Charles found Ginny with her knees pressed together, a look of horror on her face. She looked like she wanted to speak but she only let out a groan.

“How’s that feel, little lamb?” He cooed, coming close so no one would hear them. “Do you like having both your holes filled? Does the buzzing in your little cunny and your tight rosebud feel good?”

She just stared at him, wide eyed.

“That’s okay, cupcake, you’ll find your words.”