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 Summer With Grandad.  By (c) Hamilton Joyce.  Mf cons.

   George lay in bed unable to sleep.

   It had been a lovely day all of it spent with Christina, the apple of
her grandad's eye.  She was so happy to be with him, to spend the day on
the beach with their picnic, to be spoilt with ice-creams and candy floss,
to be the centre of his attention.  The sun was so hot and the sea just
pleasantly cool....  George was a good swimmer, but Tina was already faster
and more stylish.  They both showed off to the less adventurous
holiday-makers on the beach, diving from the high break-water.

   So it had been perfect, and he realised that probably this was the last
time in her life she would be happy with such simple pleasures.  At nearly
thirteen she would soon break away from merely parents, grandad and the
small circle of girl-friends from school.  Boys next, and all those
complications.  Never mind, she was wonderful company now, almost making
him feel young again!

   So why couldn't he sleep.

   It was that bikini.  The dazzling white against the deep summer tan was
just too spectacularly beautiful, the tiny satin cups emphasising her
breasts, small though they were.  Small, yes, but perfect, rounded and
slightly conical, and you could see by the absence of any fold beneath them
that she had no need for a bra, or for those white scraps of flimsy cloth
for any other reason than to protect the males around her on the beach not
from embarassing hard-ons but from the possibility of creaming in their
trunks!  George had studied her body more closely than ever before: it was
much changed in the seven months since her last visit.  Her hips were still
boyish-slender, but her bottom had filled out, rounded nicely, jutting out
when seen from the side.  No sag lines under there either....  Her arms and
legs, too, were still slender, but they too were no longer skinny, not yet
womanly, but, dare he admit it to himself, sexy.....  There was still that
entrancing gap just under her pussy...  he winced when he thought of the
pubes within a tenth, no a hundredth of inch of visibility, just hidden by
the little cup that protected her modesty.  For she was modest, or at least
innocent.  He was sure she could not have been aware of how disturbing
males found her pretty body...  George too it must be said if he was honest
with himself.

   He did not get a hard cock easily nowadays, but the sight of that pretty
little pussy, hidden but suggested by the swell of the mound under the
flimsy fabric, and by the fold....  "camel toe" he thought, remembering
some banter from the army so long ago, yes, that made him hard, and ashamed
to be aroused.  The sun shone through that suggestive gap drawing the eye
to it.....

   That was the problem.  She was damned sexy now, and he cursed himself
for finding his little poppet, his much-loved grandaughter sexy.  Damn it!
What was he, a pedo?  He must snap out of it, and fast!

   Bad enough lusting after a young girl, but his own family!

   He desperately hoped she had not seen his eyes focussing on her breasts.
Even more so when he secretly studied her crotch.  Surely that fold down
the middle of the scanty bikini marked the line of her labia?  The very
thought of her sweet honey-pot had made his cock stand, and he had tried to
hide it first with his newspaper, and then by running into the sea.  The
cold water had made it respectably limp again, but he feared she must have
seen the bulge in his speedos (why had he worn such tight trunks?  He
cursed his middle-aged vanity).  She ran with him into the sea, laughing,
and certainly looking at him.....  as he was looking at her young, tanned
body in motion, the muscles of her butt moving under that tiny triangle of
satin.

   And now the only way he would ever sleep, he knew, would be to jerk
off....

   But the image in his mind was of a twelve-year-old blonde girl, with
lovely breasts and bottom, flat belly, shapely limbs.....  and it would be
wrong to wank imagining doing things to her....  with her even....

   Finally his cock ruled.  He pushed the sheet out of the way and brought
himself off with at most a dozen strokes of his right hand.  The streamers
of spunk splattered up his chest, over his face and even into his hair. 
Not had one like that since I was eighteen, he thought.

   He wiped the cum up with discarded pyjama bottoms and finally slept.....
to dream of sex in all its sleazy variations with this twelve year old
girl.



   In the adjoining bedroom, Tina had the same problem.  It had been a
lovely day but she just could not sleep.

   She had already masturbated once, but knew she would have to again.  She
wished she had dared to bring one of her mother's vibrators....

   At the beach she had compared her grandad with the other men: he was
fitter and stronger than nearly all of them, even the young men kicking a
football about.  He swam better, dived better, had better shoulders and
legs, a broader chest, a real six-pack belly, and a cute little, hard,
masculine bum.  If it were not for the grey at his side-burns you would not
have guessed he was fifty eight.....  more like thirty eight she thought.
His chest hair was still golden with only the occasional grey hair: she was
glad he had not waxed it away like so many of the men on the beach had this
year.

   His years in the army...  how many had he said?  Thirty five?  Whatever,
he had kept fit all those years, and stilllooked every inch the infantry
Lieutenant Colonel, upright and strong, and on Armistice Day Parades he had
more medals than all the others: her mother said he was a real hero,
"stupidly brave" she had said.

   How could it be stupid to be brave?  Well, Tina was proud of him, any
way!

   And he had lovely blue eyes and the sort of smile that made her heart
race.

   He was a hero, a brave soldier, and she knew she loved him more now than
ever before.

   She wished he would love her.....  properly, not like a man loves his
grandaughter but like a man loves a girl: she would do anything for him!

   And she knew he did see her as a sexy girl as she had seen that look in
his blue eyes when he first saw her in her bikini, his gaze straying to her
breasts, then lingering on her crotch, and then back to her breasts.  She
giggled.  He had even licked his lips before shaking his head and looking
at her face again, meeting her eyes.  She had seen that look on men's faces
when she and Melissa dressed up and went into town saturday mornings, and
knew what it meant.  She felt her breast squeezing it gently and then with
her fingers spread pulling it gently so her finger tips glided over it and
finally touched the nipple.  She held this between finger and thumb and
felt that familiar zip in her clitty: she would be wet down there, she
knew.

   Grandad was the same!  It had been almost funny the way he was
embarassed by his hard cock in those tight speedos.  But the sight of his
erection had made her cunny tingle too!

   She would love to see his cock: Melissa had a mag with naked men in it
and some were circumcised and some were not.  Tina thought they were all
fantastic and liked both sorts, but could not help wondering which her
Grandad was.  She wondered if she would ever know.  She knew he would like
to see her naked breasts and even more so her pussy.....  all men would, or
at least nearly all.  (Yes, she knew about gay and lesbian love as well as
the authorised version they had been taught at school!) But she could
hardly say "Show me yours and I'll show you mine" like they used to when
playing doctors, and before they knew what sex was all about.

   She wanted his cock....  in her pussy.  Now!

   And she had none of her grandad's hang-ups or taboos.....  different
generation, different society, no "morals" to get in the way!

   It was second best, and she did not even have a dildo, but it would have
to do.  She put the light on and got the hairbrush from her bedside
cabinet: it had a green plastic handle and she shoved that into her cunt
frigging herself with it, pulling and pressing her clitty with her other
hand.  She closed her eyes and pretended it was grandad, and she came
again.

   Now she could sleep: to dream of the secret hidden in those speedos, and
its penetrating her, and not only her vagina....



   Morning was another lovely day, and when she got up to go to the
bathroom Grandad was already up, dressed in his tracksuit, and lacing up
his trainers.

   "Going for a run?  Can I come with you, Grandad?"

   She had not brought her exercise gear, so she had to make do with a
tight cotton top and blue denim hot-pants.  Neither was ideal as the denim
would be far too tight in the crotch for comfortable running.  Still, at
least she had trainers.  She brushed her hair and tied it into a pony-tail,
rinsed her face and was ready.

   At eight o'clock the promenade was almost deserted, just the occasional
jogger like themselves.

   She found herself looking at her grandad and wondering how many grandads
could run like that, so loose-limbed and athletic, effortless and not
puffed at all.

   As for George he occasionally allowed Tina to gain a yard on him simply
so he could look at her butt as it moved so attractively beneath the frayed
denim.  When they ran side by side he kept looking out of the corner of his
eye, watching the movement of her breasts beneath the thin cotton.  He was
slightly ashamed that he found this so sexy....  but looking was harmless,
surely?

   Except that his grandaughter was well aware of his interest, and that it
was focussed on her tits and her arse.....  like all men.  He was no
different, except that he would not dare do anything, she feared.  If he
wanted her he only had to ask.....  but how to get him to that point was
the problem.

   Tina was a determined, clever and resourceful girl even at her tender
age, and generally got what she wanted.  And she wanted him, wanted him as
much as she had ever wanted anything.  By the time they had turned for home
she had her plans worked out.





   "What do you want for breakfast, Tina?"

   "Running always makes me hungry.  How about bacon and eggs."

   "Great.  I'll cook this morning."

   "I've got to get changed.  I don't wear a bra and this top has made my
nips sore...."

   George watched entranced as she pulled the shirt from her waistband,
slipped her hands up under it and handled her breasts, holding the shirt
away from them.

   "I'll walk into town later and buy a training bra.  I should have
brought one with me but as I only need it for sport I forgot.  I'll buy
some shorts while I'm about it: these are too tight and rub me when we run.
I don't want to get sore there as well."

   He was glad he was wearing loose track-suit bottoms as his cock,
half-hard already, stiffened completely.  The girl, innocent he assumed of
the impact her young body could have on a red-blooded male, put a thumb
under each side of the crotch and eased her hot-pants down a centimetre or
so.  He found himself imagining that "rubbed" pussy, his eyes straying from
her long, slender legs to the suggestive mound in the tight denim, and from
there to her pussy and that delightful gap between her thighs just under
it. What was 'rubbed', her labia or her clitoris, or both?  How he would
love to kiss it all better, and her "nips" too....

   He was disgusted with himself, but he could not help his mind dwelling
on it, and certainly not his cock reacting.

   Tina, of course, saw his bulge grow and was happy that was exactly the
effect she had wanted.

   "Do you need some shopping money?"

   "I should be ok thanks, Grandad as mummy gave me some holiday money
before I left."



   The first stop was the big cut-price clothing store.  Here Tina was
lucky as they had a sale of "clearance items" and there was a heap of
knickers on a stand, all jumbled together.  She needed, she reckoned, five
or six pairs of sexy panties for her scheme of seduction.  It was early and
she was the only customer rifling through them, looking for different
colours, but always sexy ones.  She had picked out five when she found
exactly what she wanted for the last one, and had thought she would have to
go to a lingerie boutique to get.  She slipped her hand into the black
nylon and could see her fingers clearly through it.  Ideal!

   The six only came to £6 so she certainly had enough to buy the dress she
wanted, but after half an hour looking she decided the best would be to buy
a black satin "slip" and use that instead.  There were no bras as small as
the A-cup she still needed.

   So it was to the sportswear shop where she found the bra...  again very
nearly see-through, but not quite.  Nice pink trim to it.  Silky, shiny
running shorts: she tried them on.  They were nicely snug at the crotch but
not tight over the thighs.

   The lingerie boutique had a window display with great red SALE stickers,
and a full length black nylon nightie caught her eye.  She intended to lose
her virginity, and this looked the ideal accessory!

   She had only spent a quarter of her holiday money and was happy as she
walked back through the shopping centre, enjoying the way old men on
benches stared longingly at her and younger ones smiled.  she was sexy and
she knew it!

   Her plan was based on a film or soap she had seen on the tv.  She could
not recall the title, but she remembered a pretty blonde telling her ugly
girl-friend that the way to get a boy interested was to let him guess at
how good your body is, how good sex would be with you.  Never to let him
actually see your body or to have sex with you.  Tease him with glimpses
and half-suggestions but never the real thing.  It was their curiosity that
was their weak spot.  That was how she got her men....  lots of them.  And
when the time was right the sex would be real passionate and good sex
because of the teasing delay.  It was like a kettle on the hob, the longer
it was left the hotter it got!  As Tina remembered the story it had worked
even for the ugly one!  And Tina knew she was not ugly....  oh, no, not at
all ugly!





   As she came in he was struck again at how pretty she was, and how much
she had grown up since her Spring visit.  He guessed, rightly, she was
wearing the bra she had bought because her nipples no longer showed as
little points in the white cotton top: he hoped her "nips" would soon not
be sore and she could dispense with that bra and let him admire her breasts
without the added layer of material.  Really her skirt was too short!  But
he knew that most of the girls were wearing them like that this year, and
it was not her fault if men found that sexy!

   "Hi Grandad.  Have you had lunch?"

   "Not yet".

   "Well I'll do some sausages and we can have hot dogs.  I just need to
wash and I'll be back and cook them."

   In her room Tina unpacked her new lingerie and put most of it in the
chest of drawers, but kept out one pair of knickers.  This would tease him!
Make his mickey stand, as the big girls said!  She rinsed her face and
hands, took off her cotton knickers and slipped on the red satin ones,
pulling them up very tight into her crotch.  There was a long mirror in the
spare bed-room and she bent over in front of it and looked over her
shoulders.  She giggled as the tartan mini skirt allowed a full view of her
scarlet knickers, and the way she had pulled them up tight meant her
pussy-lips were nicely outlined from behind.  She would cook the sausages
in the oven, not the frying pan, making her bend over!  She had a sudden
thought, and pulled her cotton top off, removed the bra.  So her nips were
sore?  A girl had to suffer to be sexy!  She rummaged in the drawers and
found the silk top she had packed just in case she got a chance to go out
anywhere interesting....  though there was a fat chance of clubbing here.
She would have to make her own fun at home!

   Tucked into her skirt the pale blue silk emphasised her slim waist and
flat belly: more to the point it hugged her breasts, showing the
near-conical shape she was so proud of, and those sore nips still stood and
poked the fabric.

   Back in the kitchen, grandad was reading a paper and sitting at the
table.  She fussed around him clearing away used crockery, a bowl of fruit,
the radio, making sure her breasts were often in his line of sight, as
close under his nose as she could get, making sure too she had to search
around in the cupboard for a table-cloth, bending over, of course.

   Her grandad watched entranced as that mini-skirt rode up and her
knickers were revealed.  No "little girl" panties these, he thought, but
sexy, almost tarty with their satin stretched across her cute bottom.  His
eyes focussed and he was glad he was wearing his reading glasses as he was
almost sure he could make out the shape of her labia, plump lips outlined
by the tightness across her crotch, and that crease down the middle
suggesting they might not be completely shut tight....

   "We'll use the green one, grandad.  It's nicer to eat off a cloth.  Move
a second."

   As she flapped the cloth so it descended neatly on the table her chest
pushed forward and it was obvious to him that her nipples were not so sore
now, and she had taken her bra off.  His cock, already half-hard from the
knickers show now went rigid with the fantasy of seeing, feeling those
small, pert tits.

   He shook his head to dismiss the sight, but his cock stayed hard all
through the cooking, not helped by flashes of scarlet as she bent to the
oven to put the dish of sausages in, check them, take them out.  In between
she sat opposite him chattering happily away, her long blonde hair framing
that lovely face, her breasts pushed together as she leaned on her elbows,

   He kept the newspaper on his lap to disguise his excitement, but Tina
was well aware of the effect she was having.  Such a pity, she thought:
they both wanted it but neither could say!  Never mind, she would have him
finally.  Or perhaps she should say to herself that he would have her.





   That evening they ate quite late as Tina had been working on her holiday
project from school and Grandad was reading, but there was still time to
sit and watch the news before bed.

   He was in his shorts and t-shirt, but she had got ready for bed and wore
a calf-length white cotton nightshirt.  There was a panda on the front of
it, and if it was not for the way her breasts showed through the thin, worn
cotton she would have been every inch the little-girl.

   She sat close to him, her head on his shoulder: he could smell the scent
of her lavender hair-shampoo, and her blonde hair was silky against his
neck and biceps.  He longed to put his arm around her, to cuddle her, to
feel her bosom....  but dare not!

   As she sat the night-dress had ridden up just an inch or two, not enough
to show her crotch, but enough to emphasise her long, shapely, tanned legs.

   "I'd like to varnish my nails, grandad.  Would you mind: I thought I'd
better ask you first.  Nothing shocking, just a delicate pink?

   " I don't see why not!"

   "Great!"

   She leaped up and was back in no time.

   He watched as she painted her nails, waving her hand in the air to fix
the varnish.  Even her hands were sexy, he decided, and found himself
imagining those varnished finger-nails on his cock as her small, white,
soft hands grasped it.  His cock stood, of course, but he was beyond
worrying about it now.  It stood so often when she was about, and there was
not much he could do about it.  It was just human nature.....

   But Tina had seen it of course and moved to stage two of the evening
plan....

   "And my toe-nails as well."

   She sat propped against the arm of the settee facing him, bent her legs
so she could reach her toes, and opened her legs.

   His eyes were held by what he saw.  He could not look anywhere else,
although he knew he should avert them.

   For sleeping she not only wore an old night-dress, her panties were old,
worn-thin, and loose at the legs.  They were so thin that, pulled up to her
crotch, they made clear the outline of her pudenda, There was no doubt
about it at all this time.  He could see the swell of her mound, the twin
lines of her plump labia and the gap between them.  and there was a little
damp patch, grey against the white of her knickers, suggesting she was just
a bit aroused.  That must be, yes must be, really must be her vagina
opening.  Oh, Jesus!  He shouldn't look.  But he could not help himself,
poor male!  Aroused?  His cock was raging!

   She chattered away inanely as she carefully varnished her toe-nails, and
he studied her honey-pot, trying not to imagine what it would look like
properly naked, what it would feel like to a probing finger: that damp spot
would be ajust below where he would find her hard little clitoris aroused
by....  aroused by what?  It just had to be aroused by her grandad.  Just
as he was excited by her, so she was excited by him.  But while he felt
guilt about it, she was accepting.  Fuck!  Was she was trying to seduce
him? This was getting dangerous.

   Well, he certainly was not going to give way.  Guilt, shame.  Worse, the
very real danger of long prison sentence and public humiliation. 
Pedophiles were treated very badly in prison, as everyone knew and no-one
cared, and the persecution did not end after they had 'served their time'.
To be a pedo was to be a social outcast, an outlaw!

   Anyway she had finished and closed her legs, straightening them out so
they lay over his lap.

   Hell!  She must surely feel the lumpiness under her fine legs, the shape
of his hard cock.

   But only for a moment as she asked,

   "Have you got the remote, grandad?  I'm fed up with these adverts. 
Let's watch BBC News before going to bed."

   "No, sweetie.  It's probably on the floor."

   She turned over and groped about on the carpet.

   "It's stuck a bit under the sette, Just a mo...."

   She moved forward a bit and as she slid on her belly so her nightdress
no longer covered her bottom, and her grandad was treated to the
impossible-to-forget sight of one completely naked buttock, round, cute,
pert, smooth and sooooo sexy.  Her floppy old cotton knickers had stuck in
her buttock crease, folded and crumpled in there.  The vision lasted only a
moment as she managed to extricate the remote and turned over again, even
pulling the nightie decently down over her thighs again.  Her legs still
over his lap though....

   She knew by the even harder lump under her legs that her stratagem had
worked.  Half an hour ago she had managed to get those knickers to stay
stuck in her crease, and the view, even for a few moments, of her naked
flesh......  not her pussy though, not yet!...  had had the effect she
hoped.....  hoped?  Knew!....  it would have.  That film had been good
advice!

   They watched the news, and grandad treated himself to a gentle caress of
her naked toes, feet, ankles and the slender tanned legs.  But not above
the knee!  How he would have loved to let his hand wander up over her
thighs and to that loose cotton, slipping inside it to feel her wet and
silky arousal....

   He did not, of course.  No harm to think about though.....

   And as for Tina, that was enough for one night, she thought, happy in
the near certainty she would get what she wanted soon.  And give him what
he wanted too!

   He jerked off as soon as he was in bed, this time just imagining himself
fondling that firm little bottom, slipping his fingers into her vagina from
behind, fantasising coming as he gave her her orgasm.  After he came he
felt less guilt than usual: he was the victim, he rationalised...  she was
the seducer!  It was not his fault that he was having these forbidden
thoughts.  It was hers!

   She masturbated using the handle of her hairbrush to simulate the cock
she really wanted.  No guilt here either; just the pleasure of cumming,
pride in her young body, and amused satisfaction she was disturbing her
grandad's moral taboos!





   Wednesday morning they went for their jog as usual, and he was making
some porridge in the kitchen while Tina took a shower.

   He heard her shout, "Grandad, can you bring me a towel please.  I forgot
to get one and I'm dripping all over the floor."

   "At last" he thought.  She had decided she had teased him enough and now
he was going to see her naked, to feast his eyes on those lovely breasts,
to see her pussy bare and not just the shadowy shape, to find out how much
pubic hair there was, and whether it was golden like her hair or red like
some blondes he had known when he was young and foolish.  He had almost
decided she was teasing him deliberately, and this would end that game.

   He opened the door, and there she was, standing on the tiled floor.

   But he was not going to see her breasts, or her pussy.  She stood with
one arm across her chest and the other guarding her pubes.  She smiled, and
thanked him as he hung the towel on the rail.

   But.  But.  But.  Behind her, over the bath, he had long ago tiled the
wall using mirror tiles, and there was the reflection of her bare back and
her bare bottom, those lovely buttocks he had only had a fleeting glimpse
of that once, but he had seen so often with scarlet, green, white or black
satin panties teasing and tempting.  He stood, frozen, immobile looking at
that vision of teenage beauty.  He imagined what it would be like to caress
her there, lay his cheek on the smooth, firm flesh, kiss, to nestle up
behind her and place his cock between those cheeks...

   Tina could see the desire in his eyes, and in the growing bulge in his
track suit bottoms.

   And he was undecided again.  She could have shown him her body but she
chose not to, with the sort of modesty you would expect from a
twelve-year-old girl.  Her stance had been the classic pose of the chaste
maiden, and she had not dropped her arms to accept the towel.  Perhaps he
was letting his lust for her warp his judgement, seeing a randy girl where
there was only a careless child...

   Whatever, he went straight to his room, locked the door and jerked off.
His orgasms were getting bigger and stronger all the time now, not weaker
as he masturbated much more often than usual, and the spunk flew higher up
his body, even right over his shoulder.  The after-depression was getting
worse too.  Perhaps he should get some counselling or medical help?  But
how could he admit to anyone that he lusted after his own grandaughter,
under-age and really still a child?  He would just have to master his
obsession by himself, and in any case her parents would be back from Spain
in another few days and the temptation would be removed.





   Over the next two days she teased the poor man dreadfully.

   It seemed she was for ever finding reasons to bend over and show him her
bottom, often with different but always sexy knickers adorning it.  She
wore her training bra for their morning jog, but after her shower always
emerged again without it, her tits even under the cotton t-shirts she
favoured a continual temptation.

   One pair of panties were really naughty!  He had only a fleeting
glimpse, but he was sure the white nylon was almost transparent at the
front, and through the flimsy panel he could see her labia.  But it was so
brief that he wondered if his over-heated imagination had just dreamed this
vision of paradise!

   The last two nights he had only been able to sleep after jerking off
thinking how sweet it would be fondle those breasts, to lick and suck her
"nips", to nuzzle her satin-covered crotch, to slide his finger under the
tight elastic and finger her nub in its juicy slit, to kiss her there and
make her cum, to penetrate with his desperate, eager cock.  That final
thought always brought him off, huge orgasms that left him exhausted and
depressed.  How could he think such things of a girl just twelve, and
incestuous fantasies at that?  The guilty man would lapse into sleep only
for that to be disturbed by dreams of increasingly gross sexual activities
with his little blonde angel.





   Saturday morning was too wet and windy for their usual jog, and the
forecast was dire, so no beach either.

   "I tell you what I'd like, grandad, since we can't really go out in
this. I'd like to cook us a proper lunch....  you know, roast beef and
roast potatos, carrots and sweet onions cooked together.  and you can have
some wine and I'll have some grape juice.  I'll go out and get a joint of
beef and your paper: we've got all the rest."

   As she talked he wondered what colour knickers she had on today.  He had
almost decided that it was not just innocent carelessness that was showing
him her bum and pussy all the time, but she was doing it on purpose.  Was
it just teasing, innocent flirting, or was it sex?  He knew from his
reading that teenage girls were as capable of sexual arousal as teenage
boys, and he remembered what a randy little sod he had been at her age.  He
smiled at that memory, and she took this as consent.

   When he lay alone at night he could convince himself that she was being
deliberately provocative and it was not his fault he was feeling these
"unnatural" desires for her young body.  But when she was in "little-girl"
mode like now he was less sure.

   Any way, it did not matter as he had no intention of giving way to what
the law said was criminality.

   "Better take a brolly as well as your anarak."

   "OK then.  I'll go out now.  Is it all right for me to raid the tea
caddy?"

   A few five pound notes were always there as a covenient emergency
cash-float.

   "Of course."

   "You know what would be lovely for me, grandad.  Could you dress in that
full-dress uniform like in the photo.  You look so handsome in that...."

   "Medals too, angel?"

   He was laughing, but she took him seriously.

   "Oh yes, of course.  And I'll dress up as well.  We'll have a formal
meal like last century.  It will be fun...."



   It had been after four o'clock before the dinner was ready to be served.

   He was resplendent in his Regimentals, and she wore that black satin
slip she had bought along with the panties especially for this occasion,
which she had seen as the near-culmination of her plot.  The thin straps
left her shouders bare, and the satin hugged her breasts, if anything
sexier even than they might be naked.  At calf-length it did full justice
to her long legs, and it served as a sexy little dress, and much cheaper
than something officially a 'dress'.  Her panties were the black version of
the white ones she had flashed at him, completely transparent black nylon
at the front and in the crotch, and a little black triangle of satin at the
back.  She had brushed her hair till it shone and it was loose, falling
blonde and silky to her bare shoulders.  She knew she did not need make-up,
but had put on lipstick the same shade of pink as her nail varnish.  She
wished she could have worn high-heeled shoes, but her legs were good enough
without that she thought, and was bare-footed and bare-legged.

   Before and during the meal she insisted on doing all the too-ing and
fro-ing from oven and fridge to the table, making sure he had a full view
of her slender body, gift-wrapped in satin especially for him.

   There were periods of silence as they ate.  Both had a lot to think
about.

   He had an excellent military hard-on, and she knew her clitty was hard
and her panties would be wet not only because he was so handsome in his
uniform but also because she knew what she had planned next.



   She took the coffees and a brandy for him, and sat beside him on the
settee, the cups and glass on the table the other side.  As he sipped his
brandy she rested her head on his shoulder, or to be more precise where his
shoulder met his biceps.  He set the glass down on the table again, still
nearly untouched.

   "You never cuddle me like you used to, grandad, and I think I've worked
out why."

   "I do cuddle you, Tina".

   He put and arm around her, resting his hand on her naked shoulder.  He
could feel the bone beneath her warm, muscle-toned flesh.

   "I think you're shy because I'm nearly grown up and not a little girl
any longer.  It's because I've got breasts now, isn't it.  I know you like
breasts because I've seen you looking at mine.  A lot...  I like you
looking, and you can cuddle me there too."

   With that she took his hand from her shoulder and placed it on her left
breast.

   "That's nice, Grandad".

   Her lips were on his neck and he realised she was licking him, kissing
him.  She wanted to be kissed!

   He bent his head to hers and their eyes met.  Hers were sparkling: her
lips pouted and he marvelled again that a girl so young could have such
full sensuous lips.  He pulled her round so both his arms were around her
and now her arms were around his neck.  They kissed....

   No chaste peck this kiss, but both of them open-mouthed and passionate,
her lips pressing so hard on his.  he slipped his tongue into her mouth and
explored her teeth, her palate.  Her tongue fought his and then it was in
his mouth.  He found he was holding her breast even more firmly, and he was
not sure whether it was his heart beating or hers.  Both.....

   "Oh grandad.....  '

   He managed to get his hand down the front of her dress and now the naked
flesh of her breast was his to fondle and feel, so silky smooth, so warm,
the little nipple so hard between his finger and thumb.

   "I wish my tits were bigger...."

   "They are lovely, my little angel.  So round and firm.  Beautiful."

   "You can see them if you want, grandad, I love it when you look at me."

   "I want.  I want."

   She disengaged his arm and stood up in front of him slipping the thin
straps off her shoulders.  Her breasts still held the slip in place so she
pulled it down over them and then wriggled her hips so it fell in a pool of
black silk around her ankles.  The tv was still rattling on with inane
adverts, and she turned, bent over and pushed the volume knob till it was
silent.

   She heard his gasp at the sight of that so-desired, cute bottom,
enhanced not hidden by the sexy black nylon.

   Naked except for the skimpiest black panties her bottom made his cock
even more urgently erect.  Then she stood up and turned round again to face
him.

   She was smiling: it was almost as if she was laughing at him as she ran
both hands up over her fit, tanned belly, up to her breasts and leaning
forward slightly held them one hand on each as if offering them to him. 
Then she ran her hands down again to her hips, legs slightly apart, pushing
her hips forward as if directing his eyes to her crotch.

   The panties were just as transparent at the front as they had been over
her bottom, and through the black nylon he could see her mound, the lips of
her cunt, even her clit just peeping out.  he knew enough about women to
know that part-open lips and the clitoris erect meant just one thing!  He
held his arms out towards her inviting her back to his embrace.

   The promise of that vision of teenage beauty on the beach, that dazzling
bikini so discrete in covering her nipples and aureoles but so tantalising
in its suggestion of firm, pert breasts, that promise was fulfilled as she
took her hands off her breasts.  They stood flawless, nipples hard and
straining upwards as if pulled by invisible threads.  His gaze flicked
between her near-naked pudenda, her completely naked breasts, and those
mocking, smiling eyes.  She must have been sunbathing topless as her
breasts were tanned all over with no sign of white tan-lines in the shape
of those never-to-be forgotten triangles of white silk.  The tan was
lighter, more gold than brown, but sun-tanned they were, and every man's
wet-dream he thought.  She had the body of a young girl, but the eyes and
the pose of a woman who knew what she wanted, confident in the effect she
was having on her male admirer, confident too that he would shortly give
her exactly what she needed, a straw to bend to her will.  And yet he would
still be convinced he had seduced her, and not she him!

   She smiled at the thought as she stood there looking at him, thinking
how strong and handsome he looked in his uniform, and well-aware of what
that bulge in his trousers meant!

   He held his arms open wide inviting her to return to his embrace so he
could caress that naked body, learn its contours, stoke the fires of lust
in both of them, whisper his love and needs in her tiny ear.  And now it
was as if both were in a daze, on auto-pilot, driven by their passion for
each other.  They kissed again, her body responding to the rough, manly
feel of his uniform, the coarse wool cloth rough against the silky firmness
of her flesh.

   Side-by-side again he caressed her naked breast while she snuggled up to
him, her hand resting on his crotch.  He stroked her hair scenting the
lavender of her shower shampoo, and then his lips were on her nipple,
licking and sucking.  Her breast was firm under his lips, and while he was
sampling those joys he felt down over her belly, stroking its smoothness,
and now to her crotch.

   Her panties were damp.  Wet even!'

   He slid his hand into the waistband and could see his fingers through
the nylon as he slipped his index finger between her labia.  The lips
seemed hairless and plump, open for him and her little nub was hard.  He
pulled at it, presssed it, and rubbed his finger around it, dabbling in her
juices.  She was as aroused as he was: amazing a girl could look so
blue-eyed innocent at twelve and yet be captive to the same passions as a
middle-aged male.  Thank God!

   Tina just knew this would be her biggest orgasm ever: his lips on her
nipple were much better than her own fingers, and his finger, now inside
her vagina was better than that hairbrush, better even than one of mummy's
dildos.  Her grandad now had both hands inside her panties, one up the leg
and that was the finger inside her sliding in and out, and one down from
the waist, and that was the one playing with her clitoris, pushing on it,
tweaking it, rubbing around it and up and down her crack, even as far as
her arse.

   Her "ooohs" and "aaahs" were part stifled by her lips pressed hard
against as her lips invited his mouth away from her breast to continue the
battle of tongues, but he had no doubt she had come when he felt her hips
raise, saw her legs straighten and flex and felt her vagina grip his finger
with the strong muscles and tightness of an athletic, probably virgin
teenager.

   They were silent for long moments, both of them astounded by what had
just happened, and Tina happy in the afterglow of a good orgasm.  George
was just a bit troubled by what he had done.

   But more was to come!

   Her lips left his and again she rested her head on his shoulder.  One of
his hands was resting now on her pussy, outside her knickers, the other
resting on her breast.  She grasped his cock through the thick cloth of his
trousers.

   "That was wonderful, Grandad."

   "Good for me too..."

   "I know that.  I can feel!  I've seen this bulge so often, Grandad, and
now I can feel it a bit." She gave it a squeeze.  "But I've never seen a
cock, at least not a hard one.  Please, Grandad."

   "Undo my belt and then it's buttons...."

   Underneath he was wearing blue-striped boxer trunks and she coud see the
shape of his cock clearly.  She teased herself by grasping it through the
thin cotton and tracing its shape with her free hand.  It looked big,
especially the knob.  The girls said there were two sorts.  One had
"foreskin" and the other was "cut".  she wondered which his was.  There
were two buttons at the front which she popped, reached in and held his
naked cock.  So hot it felt.  She had to pull the trunks a bit to get it
out but then, there it was, so proud and so masculine.  No skin at the end,
just a big knob like an angry red mushroom atop a straight, veiny shaft
that disappeared into a mat of golden curls.

   She could feel his balls through the cotton, and wanted to see more. 
She pulled at his shorts, and he lifted his bum so she could pull
underpants and trousers down to his ankles.

   If anything his balls were sexier than his cock, because more
unexpected. She had known about them, of course, from the "Social Biology"
lessons, but the diagrams had suggested much smaller than this!  They sere
huge, she thought, and the bag they hung in was covered too in the same
golden hair, but not as thickly as the top of his belly and the base of his
cock.

   A drop of liquid appeared in the eye of his cock.

   Unthinking impulse, she leaned over and kissed his knob: the liquid has
no taste.

   His hips rose a bit and another drop appeared, rolling over his knob. 
It was faxcinating to the girl!

   She had heard the phrase "cock-sucking" in the playground, used
mockingly by older boys mostly and wondered if....

   She held the cock in one hand and lowered her mouth to it again.  It was
nearly too big, but she just about got the knob through her wide-open lips,
and then it was easier as the shaft was less broad.

   Her Grandad groaned.....

   She nearly stopped, but then realised it was a moan of pleasure as he
held her head in both hands, and pressed her down on his cock.  The shaft
slipped easily between her lips....  and touched her throat.  She gagged.

   "Sorry, angel.  That's lovely, but if you hold my cock at the base you
can stop it going in so far it touches your throat."

   Her silky hair slid through his fingers as he lifted her head, pushed it
down again, lifted it.....  and then she had got the idea and bobbed up and
down so his cock slid in and out.  He lay back, luxuriating and admiring
her body as his cock answered to the suction of her mouth and the tickling
of her tongue down the front of the shaft.

   He wondered how much of this he could take before the explosion....  and
then whether he should tell her he was about to cum and let her decide
whether to let him cum in her mouth, or should he pull out at the last
moment.....

   In fact, the decision was taken out of his hands as she slipped her free
hand under him and held his balls for a fleeting moment, and then pulled at
the skin on his ball sack.  The initiative, plus the feel of her fingers
under him, plus the mischievous look on her face as she sucked him....  all
was too much and he gushed his cum into her mouth.  she swallowed, and
swallowed the second spurt too, and the third, cum now leaking out the side
of her lips.

   Finally she let his cock rest in her mouth, twitching.

   "You sure you've never done that before?"

   "Of course not, Grandad...."

   "Then you're a natural, my angel: that was wonderful.  Now I'll show how
good cock-suckers are rewarded....."



   What was he up to, she wondered as he knelt on the carpet in front of
her and pulled her legs open, holding her by her thighs.  Perhaps he wanted
to look close?

   He wanted that, certainly, her pubes outlined so clearly by the black
nylon made even more transparent by their wetness.  There was a delicious
smell of pussy, pungent, fresh, clean.  He had fantasised nuzzling her
satin-covered crotch with so many of those tempting flashes of sexy
panties, and now he pressed his face hard into her pussy.breathing in the
perfume of aroused teenage girl.  Spices......

   How could he?  She was so wet!  And yet that groan of his she knew
marked pleasure: he wanted to soak his face in her juices.  And it was so
good as his nose pressed and rubbed on her 'girlie-place' as she still
thought of it.  (In Social Biology she had been told it was 'clitoris', but
she still liked her old name for it).

   George had teased himself enough: he wanted to lick and suck and fully
savour the juicy sikiness of her cunt.  He pulled her legs together again
so he could pull her knickers down.  she lifted her bum to help him.

   He spread her legs again and feasted his eyes on that cunt he had
wondered about, drawn pictures in his mind, fantasised....  It was
everything he had imagined.  She had a tiny triangle of blonde curls, a
richer golden colour than her ash-blonde hair, and this covered a mons that
swelled plump and rounded from her flat, boyish belly.  You could see the
shape of her bikini in the tan lines; she may have sun-bathed bare-breasted
somewhere but not bare-cunt.  The little triangle of white, with its golden
fluff, was like a target, he thought, a target for the male.

   Her cunt lips were hairless still, plump and swollen by her orgasm, but
still white and little-girl.

   He opened the lips with the fingers of both hands and held them apart so
he could see her juicy pink slit, and the pearl of her clit.

   She gave a gasp of surpise as his mouth closed on the open pussy, and
his tongue licked at her nub and then with a squeal of sheer delight she
closed her legs on his head, the nicest ear-muffs any man could wish for.
The soft, silky skin of her inner thighs clamped his head tight and he felt
her little hands clutching at his head, twining his hair beteween her
fingers and making sure his head stayed exactly where his tongue was giving
her undreamed-of pleasure.

   How could he like this, kissing her down there?

   But why not?  She found it exciting to have her mouth filled with his
hot, silky semen so why should he not find her silky wetness exciting too?

   In any case, sod it, this was so good.  Just enjoy!

   She felt his hand force under her bum, and then from underneath her a
finger feeling up into her crease.  His tongue, and sometimes even his nose
was raking up and down her cunt, and now that intrusive finger was going
inside her, feeling, rubbing, pushing at the walls of her vagina.  OH! 
Better than her fingers, better than her hairbrush, So good in fact
that......

   Oh yes!

   George felt her body tense, her cunt grip his finger, his face bathed in
a flood of lovely girl-juice, and knew she was cumming.  A great, god-given
orgasm shaking her young body.  Her hips raked up and down his face, his
finger sliding in and out her vagina as she bounced up and down, and her
hands tearing at his hair.  She was shouting, but he could not hear the
words, half-smothered as he was....

   Later they sat quietly, comfortably side-by-side on the couch, his arm
around her shoulder, hand on her breast but all passion spent for now.  She
with her blonde hair falling over his chest as her head rested in the crook
of his shoulder and she breathed in the cumin-scent of naked male.  Her
hand rested in his lap covering his now-limp cock, astounded still how a
member so arrogant and fierce coud become so defenceless and timid after
sex.  Her own equivalent, her clit, was still tingling, alive and still
hard dspite the hugest and longest orgasm ever, and she could do it again
and again she was certain.  But grandad clearly could not.

   "You know what I'd like, grandad?"

   "What, angel?"

   "A nice cup of tea".



   Sitting at the kitchen table with tea and the tin of chocolate biscuits
(one for him, at least a dozen for her: she was still a little girl with
little-girl appetites as well as the grown-up ones she was rapidly
learning), she chattered away, suddenly becoming serious though.

   "Do you think of grandma a lot, grandad?"

   "Yes, angel.  Though less as the years pass."

   "Do you miss her, I mean when your cock gets hard, do you miss her
then?"

   "Sometimes, angel, but sometimes I think about other women.  Girls too?"

   "Me?"

   "Yes, angel, you too.  And especially this holiday."

   "I think of you too, especially this holiday.  I mean I really love you,
grandad, and I think of you when I'm in bed.  Alone."

   "Yes, angel, it's worse then."

   "Can we sleep in the same bed tonight, grandad,"

   "I'd like that too, angel."

   "I wouldn't have to use my hairbrush then...  your mouth is much
better."

   "And your mouth is better than my hand, too, angel.  So much better...."



   They watched television for a bit.....  selfishly it was football.

   It was only eight thirty when she announced she was going to get ready
for bed.

   "Tired, angel."

   "Not really.  Just ready for bed."

   A giggle and a cheeky smile as she got up from the settee.  God!  she
had a lovely little butt!

   "I'll shower first...."

   It would be nice to shower with her, but the cubicle was tight even for
one person.  Two would be impossible.

   "Give me a shout, and I'll have mine after."



   He lay on the bed naked, warm enough not to need even a sheet.  No sign
of Tina yet, but she had shouted she would not be long.  His cock was
half-hard thinking of her and what she had said about the hairbrush, about
his mouth!

   Tina, bare-footed and silent stood looking at the figure on the bed.  He
was staring at the ceiling, and he looked very sexy as his chest rose and
fell with his breathing.  His belly looked so flat and muscular laying on
his back, and her eyes were drawn to his cock.  It looked limp still....

   But then he looked her way.  She had not moved, not made a sound, so why
had he looked.  She smiled.  Perhaps it was the sudden tingling in her
pussy when she looked at him, perhaps something of her excitement
transmitted across the room.

   There she was in the doorway.

   A wet dream!

   He took in this new vision of his little grandaughter, a plate from one
of the magazines, the sort of image they use to sell expensive perfumes, he
thought.  So calm, sexy with that mysterious smile, and above all the very
grown-up clothes.  Not a dress, he decided, a night-dress, and provocative
without being at all tarty.  There must have been two layers of black nylon
to give those hints of the treasures beneath without really revealing, just
suggesting the slimness of her hips and the pertness of her breasts, her
narrow waist.  And she had brushed her hair till it shone, falling
pale-blonde, almost white, to her bare shoulders.  The thin black straps of
the nightie contrasted with the summer tan of the naked flesh, but it
seemed as if it was her sharp little breasts that supported the shiny
fabric.

   His cock was instantly stiff.  She was as sexy dressed like this as she
had been little-girl naked in the afternoon.

   Tina, of course, saw his cock stiffen and was so excited.  It was her!
Just the sight of her made him want to make love to her.  This would be
like her bridal night with him.  There was no going back for him now....

   She stood by the bed a second, and smiled that meaningful smile as he
reached for her hand and gently pulled her to the bed to lay beside him.

   He whispered in her ear...  "Gorgeous!  You are gorgeous, Tina.  So
beautiful."

   Arms around his neck she kissed him and he could feel her breasts though
the silk, slipping and pressing against his chest.

   "And you are so handsome, grandad.  So manly."

   He licked her ear, pointed tongue tasting the bitterness.  He whispered
so low, "I love you Tina".

   She felt his heart beating and wondered if he could feel hers hammering
too.  His loving words sent shivers through her body, to her breasts, to
her clitoris.  Especially to her clitoris.  She thought she had never been
as happy before as at this moment.  She intended to remember every lovely
second of it.

   "I love you so much, grandad."

   She felt his hands on her bottom as she lay half on top of him, hands
sliding over her as the double layer of nylon made it slippery.

   "You looked so sweet and sexy as you stood by the door in your nightie
."

   "I want tonight to be special....  my wedding night."

   He hugged her.  He knew what she meant.  It was unspoken but so clear.
She was offering him her body, her virginity as a token of her love, like
the bride her new husband.  He felt a sudden tenderness for her.  Yes, he
wanted her, lusted after her, but felt protective too.

   He kissed her, and found how to slide a hand up under the hem of the
satins to stroke her thighs, her sweet honey pot.  He cupped her pussy with
his hand as they kissed, slipped a finger between her labia and found the
wetness and her clitoris erect.

   She moaned, and writhed in his arms, their legs entwined, slipping in
the nylon.

   "Take it off, Tina.  It's lovely, but I want to feel us naked for each
other."

   Naked now, she lay on top of him, positioned so his cock was between her
thighs, pressing on her pussy.  Better, the knob was exactly over her
vagina

   George decided he would let her find her own way to what she wanted....
let her choose the moment.

   With his pre-cum and her aroused wetness the knob was almost in her, as
far as it could go without actually penetrating.

   He was worried he might be too big for her, hurt her.  She was only
twelve.  she had all the desires of an adult woman, but still the body of a
child in some repects.

   Not her breasts, though, he thought as he could feel them firm against
his chest.

   She was bearing down on his cock now and he felt his Knob entering her
vagina, gripped by it.

   "Oh, my little angel....."

   She wanted him so much!  She pushed down harder and there was a sudden
pain that made her gasp.  But now the cock was sliding up into her, filling
her.

   "Oh, grandad....."

   He wanted to kiss her, but could not reach, so he lay there feeling his
cock gripped by her tight sheath.  It was so good....

   She raised her hips and the cock slid out as far as its knob, and then
in again as she sank down.  They were fucking.

   He took his rhythm entirely from her, moving his hips to meet her
down-thrusts, worried only that he might not be able to control himself. 
He wanted this first time to be perfect for her, for them to reach orgasm
together.

   And now her momentary pain had been overtaken by pleasure.  She was
managing to make the cock rake across her clitoris as she fucked, and as
they went faster, harder, his knob was touching something far up inside
her, filling her, stretching her, rubbing and pummelling her.

   "oh my god!"

   Her cunt was gripping, Tge athletic girl was bouncing up and down on
him. Any moment now!

   "I'm cumming.  Cumming.  Oh my god!"

   The orgasm coursed through her body, more even than when he had sucked
her.  This was the real thing, this was what she had so wanted, and with
the man she had so wanted.

   As the orgasm died away she felt his arms grip her tighter, his cock
seemed to swell, filling her even more, his hips working faster still, and
she saw his face contort as if in pain.  And then she knew he was cumming
inside her, that tribute of semen squirted into her mouth before, was now
filling her cunt, hot cum....  cock sliding freely in it.  More and more
with each thrust.

   And then the stillness of passion spent as they lay in each other's
arms.

   She rolled off him, and lay so they could kiss.....  but grandad was
asleep, smiling like a child.  She kissed the tip of his nose and switched
off the light.



   In the morning she woke first, but awoke him with a kiss on his lips.

   She giggled as she saw the realisation dawning on his face, the memory
of the night before.

   She kissed him properly, making sure her breasts pressed into him as she
knew he liked.

   "I'm going to have a shower and then I'll bring you your coffee,
grandad. And then I want you to make love to me again.  We've still got
eight whole days.  and nights...."