Literotic asexstories – Grandpa’s Nude Day: Past & Present by scouries,scouries
It’s rather longer than my ordinary submission, more than 4 LITEROTICA pages long, but I believe (and hope) that there’s something in it for everyone. All the characters in the story are over 18 years of age. WARNING: This story includes descriptions of sex between siblings and between a grandfather and his granddaughter.
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THE PRESENT Thursday, June 3rd 2010 Philip’s Creek, Upstate New York
Sixty fucking years old! Un–fucking–believable! There is no way I can be this old I thought to myself after hanging up the phone. Nancy, my fifty-eight year old sibling, little Nancy for crying out loud, had been the tenth person who’d already called to congratulate me. Congratulations, yeah right! There’d been a smile in most of their voices as they’d wished me many happy returns, an underlying tone that both teased and conveyed a little pity. Especially from the younger generation. From the nieces and nephews and even more so from the grand nephews and nieces.
“Poor old Uncle Joe. Can he really be that old?” I’d heard repeatedly even though it had been unstated.
My sister Nancy had even thrown in a Viagra joke. And she’s an old broad in her fifties. Ha, ha sis, I’d thought to myself as she’d chuckled into her phone at her older brother. As if she had any doubts about my ability to attain, and maintain, an erection. She’d been lucky she hadn’t been within penis distance when she’d made her comment. Husband or no husband!
“She has never once in her fifty-eight years seen a bigger penis,” I announced out loud to the world. Of course, sitting on the porch of the house my great-grandfather had started building over one hundred years earlier, a now summer family retreat nestled on the edge of an isolated wood and facing out across a slowly meandering creek and the fields and orchard beyond, no one could hear me.
“Can’t get a fucking hard-on,” I scoffed as I stood up from the rocker I’d been sitting in for the last thirty minutes. “Look at this,” I challenged as I pushed my bathing suit down my tanned thighs and exposed myself to any watching wildlife.
“A shaft of steel,” I announced to Mount Connelly, the three thousand foot high mountain which defined the western edge of the Philip’s family land.
“A marauding colossus, a coed conquistador,” I added as my fingers closed around my now straining shaft. Then my hand and arm started to move in a ritual that I’d been practicing for some forty-five years.
“The scourge of Adirondack womanhood,” I yelled as my palm flew up and down my shaft. I was getting close, could sense the building up of the semen, was eagerly anticipating the first jerk, the first explosive rush of cum up my straining, birthday celebrating prick, when my cell phone announced another call.
“FUCK! Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I screamed even as my free hand involuntarily reached down for the phone I’d dropped atop my bathing suit when I’d shucked it. My right hand, my masturbating hand, slowed as I checked the caller ID on my iPhone. My older sister’s picture popped up on the screen. After hesitating a sec I pushed talk.
“I’m very busy right now,” I announced into the phone. But I flicked the video button on.
“Napping?” Susan Ann Kramer nee Philips asked. My big sister didn’t even try to hide her accompanying laugh. There was no way I was going to let her get away with that!
“Ha, ha. Actually my dear older sister I’ve been exercising Sir Joe,” I answered as I continued to slowly stroke myself.
My sister, even at sixty-two, is still pretty sharp. In fact, after being her sibling for sixty years, I was still trying to get the last word in.
“I thought they put ‘Sir Joe’ in a retirement home. I’m sure Nancy told me that the last time we talked. A place called ‘Limp Acres’ or something.”
“Oh did you?” I asked as I took the phone from my ear and held it for a second so that a good shot of my cock was transmitted the over six hundred miles to where she was sitting smiling in her suburban living room. I’d decided that a picture of ‘Sir Joe’ would be worth a thousand words.
“Pig!” I heard when I moved the phone back to my ear.
“Hah!”
“You’ll never grow up,” she accused. “You’re like a little boy with a toy.”
“A toy, if I remember rightly, a certain big sister once liked to play with,” I challenged back.
“It still worked in those days,” Susie shot back.
“Oh, so you’re saying you don’t want to see him working again?”
Susan hesitated. I moved the phone back down towards my genitals. Then I held it just inches away from my cockhead. “Give him a birthday kiss,” I enticed, my hand now flying over my tumescent shaft.
“Pervert,” Susie accused even as her lips approached her phone and puckered up into a kiss. As I watched her lips kissing the screen of her phone she saw the first string of sixty year old cum spurt out of my cock and splash towards her. Hear head jerked back.
It was many seconds before either of us broke the silence. “You’re a sicko,” my big sister accused in her sexiest whisper.
“I wish you were here, so does ‘Sir Joe’,” I groaned back, my orgasm still tingling throughout my body, a thick strand of cream hanging from my cock’s one eye.
“We’ll be up there for July 4th.” I knew she would have loved to help me celebrate my birthday, to have been able to lick me clean.
“Show me your pussy, a sexy, hairy birthday pussy for your little brother,” I lured in my neediest voice. And after a moments hesitation she did. I watched as she, sitting on the couch, the curtains of her living room open, slowly and sexily pulled the hem of the summer dress she was wearing slowly up her legs. I watched as she lifted her still cute bum and slipped her frilly white panties down her thighs. Watched as she held the cell phone inches from her already glistening slit as she spread her legs wide.
My hand was back on my cock as my sister slowly pushed a finger between the flower shaped lips of her sex. Lips a virgin ‘Sir Joe’ had slipped through for the first time more than forty years earlier.
“SHIT!” I yelled as looking up I saw the dust rising from the road that crossed from the west side of the valley, the road that led only to my front door.
“What?” my sister asked down the line. I couldn’t miss the needy pant that was always in her voice when she was sexually aroused.
“Someone’s coming,” I told her as I watched the car far in the distance. I leaned over and grabbed the bathing suit from the floor.
“So am I,” my sister answered, two fingers now deep inside herself.
“It’s your granddaughter,” I said as I covered myself.
“Amanda? She’s finished school already?” she asked as I turned to go into the house to grab a shirt.
“Last week. She called to ask if she could come out for a few days. She promised to cook me dinner. Birthday cake and all,” I added as I went to the sink and splashed some cool spring water across my face. Then reached for the cologne.
“Is she bringing her boyfriend?”
“Todd? No, not today but apparently he’s coming for her Saturday, they’ve got some big event planned.” As I talked to my sister I watched her still ministering fingers, fingers still working deep inside her sex, even as I pulled a light blue cashmere pullover up and over my head.
“Show me your cock … hurry,” she begged, her orgasmic release obviously close.
“You hurry, she’ll be here in a minute,” I answered as I let my cock escape upwards from its confinement. As I held the phone in front of my penis my eyes followed Amanda’s car as it slowly approached on the rough road that followed the creek.
Her grandmother had cum, cum loudly in fact, and my penis had been safely hidden away, when Amanda finally pulled her car up next to mine. A welcoming smile on my face, I was standing on the porch waiting.
Amanda
Amanda Philips Kramer Weaver, the daughter of Bill Weaver and my niece, granddaughter of my sister Susie, had been born twenty-one years ago. Tall, blond and blue eyed, she, like so many of the Philips girls, had inherited the Swedish DNA that a certain Ingrid Svenson had introduced into the family gene pool when she’d married my grandfather one hundred plus years ago.
Amanda was special! She always had been from the moment she’d appeared. Among the extended Philips family circle, the children and grandchildren of my sisters Susie and Nancy and other assorted first cousins of mine, a clan that numbered nearly eighty people, she stood out. There was a presence to her, a charisma, an obvious niceness, an aura that enveloped her and emanated out from her.
The second she’d enter a room a momentary lull occurred, a lull that was immediately followed by an involuntary smile appearing on everyone’s face. There was a smile on my face as she uncurled her tall frame from the front seat of her car.
“Hey,” she said as she rushed up the three steps that led up to the large veranda that fronted the full width of the house.
“Hey you,” I answered back as I held out my arms in welcome and then closed them around her as she threw herself into them. A kiss on each of my cheeks was followed by a squeezing hug and then a real kiss on my lips. Not a sexual kiss. Just a full, complete, giving and loving family kiss.
“Happy Birthday,” she said when she’d finished her unhurried kiss. Then gave me another quick peck. “Ummm, you smell good,” she whispered as she nestled her head against my cheek.
“Your mother sent me a bottle of cologne. By Armani.”
“She did? Mom? No way.”
“Uh huh, something called Acqua Di Gio. Supposed to make me irresistible to woman, that’s what she wrote on the birthday card anyway,” I answered as I delighted in the feel of Mandy’s firm, young body plastered against me. Of the full breasts that insistently pushed into my chest.
“I thought you already were. At least that’s the rumours I’ve always heard, Great Uncle Joe and his endless string of pretty coeds,” she teased.
“Who said that?” I asked, her comment not hitting far from the truth.
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