Title: Grandpa Jack And The Twins Take A Road Trip (Mff)
Author: Bob

Grandpa Jack And The Twins Take A Road Trip, Part 3
By Seamus

Content: Mff, Fm, MfMf, MMMF, Mf, Mg, Ff, ff, teens, het, cons, group, orgy, father/daughter, cousins, in-laws, mother/son, intergenerational, much sex, much incest

Warning! Grandpa Jack And The Twins Take A Road Trip is an erotic novel (saga?), not a short story. There are 48,149 words in the third part, and 131,188 in the series … so far.

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GRANDPA JACK AND THE TWINS TAKE A ROAD TRIP, PART 3

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Tracy Leanne Carson, ne Cartwright, was Grandpa Jack Cartwright’s youngest daughter, and she lived the furthest away, so Grandpa Jack’s visit with her was the last of the three. Now, with the ‘bus’ nearing his Tracy’s home, everyone in the RV was hoping the visit would go as well as the visits with Grandpa Jack’s other two daughters.

Tracy and her husband, Stewart (who preferred ‘Stew’), lived in a nice development accessible from an exit right off the Interstate. They were far enough away from the big road not to be bothered by vehicle noise, or have to deal with random drivers passing through, but the Interstate was close enough for a quick get-on when they wanted to travel somewhere fast. Also, their home was near enough a big city on these high plains for good shopping, but far enough away not to be plagued by big city woes.

Grandpa Jack whistled in appreciation as he brought the big grey RV to a stop at the curb in front of the Carson’s home. The house was huge, and clearly built with a successful executive’s needs in mind. Tracy said they'd gotten it for a song because of the miserable condition of the new home market. The poor buyer’s market also explained why only three of the seventeen lots on the street that meandered through the upscale subdivision had been sold, and homes actually built on them. It made for a quiet neighborhood, in Grandpa Jack’s estimation. He liked privacy.

On the road to Tracy’s home, Grandpa Jack and the Winstons made a new agreement with each other to deal with the upcoming visit. The old accord—in effect for several days at Joanne’s home—had been a ‘hands-off’ policy … be nice and don't even think about sex.

That deal had been overcome by events by the fourth day of their visit. After Candy brought up some pertinent remembrances from the sisters’ past, plus a little inhibition-reducing wine, Joanne proved she was more than amenable to fucking her father. She was quickly persuaded her whole family should be able to join in hot family sex sessions. The ease with which Joanne’s family went from a laid back, prim and proper existence into a whole new lifestyle gave the people in Grandpa Jack’s ‘bus’ much hope.

Grandpa Jack ‘s number three daughter, Rebecca, had been a separate challenge. Grandpa Jack  and the Winstons had started their visit with Becky resolved not to reveal the fact that they were into family sex in a big way. They had hopes, based on the time spent with Joanne and her family, but they tried not to read anything into that. However, Becky’s family quickly revealed they were into sex within the family unit also.

The question in everyone's mind was a question whether all of Grandpa Jack's daughters were predisposed toward family fucking already … or just needed a nudge, as had Joanne’s family, to plunge into the 'new lifestyle'. As things stood today, Grandpa Jack’s three oldest daughters … Candy, Joanne, and Becky … had all succumbed to the most taboo of urges and were happily practicing a new lifestyle. They were, in fact, eager and enthusiastic about it. Three daughters—three success stories.

It was really hard not to read something into that….

The new game plan was for the Winstons and Grandpa Jack to play it cool. They’d watch and listen … to see if this family-sex thing was genetic or maybe just contagious. If the latter was true, they needed to be sure Tracy’s family was thoroughly infected before there was a huge … catastrophic … mistake. Grandpa Jack and the Winstons weren't going to try for an immediate, overt seduction of Tracy's family; on the other hand, if the opportunity presented itself, they weren't going to ignore it either.

Grandpa Jack rang the doorbell on his fourth daughter's front door, glancing at the Winston's grouped behind him. Tracy Carson and her husband had four children of her own, and they’d adopted three other children.

When the door opened, all seven of Tracy’s children, along with Tracy and her husband were standing there—wearing nothing but wicked little grins. Every female had a hand on a hard cock and every young man had their hands all over some young feminine body.

Tracy stepped out onto the porch and wrapped her arms around her father's neck. "Hi, Daddy," she cooed. "Wanta fuck?"

Grandpa Jack’s jaw dropped as he gaped at his naked daughter and her equally naked family as they fondled each other and beamed naughtily at him.  

"HAH!" Alicia crowed. "No lost time here, by golly!" she said happily. "Hi," she said by way of greeting, stepping up to the biggest of the boys and reached under his sister’s hand to cup his balls. "Hi, sugar,” she said brightly, “I'm Alicia. How do you feel about fucking hot little blonde cousins, huh??"

“I’m in favor of it!” Tracy’s oldest son, Parker retorted with a broad grin.

Everyone laughed at the stunned expression on Grandpa Jack's face.

Tracy’s husband had his Android in his hand and was busy snapping pictures. He grinned and waved a cheerful hello to everyone.

"Come in, come in," Tracy said, waving them inside. She pressed her nude body against her Dad.

Grandpa Jack shook hands with Tracy's husband, Stewart, behind Tracy's naked body, touched fists with the boys, and he thought he made some contact with all the girls, but he wasn't entirely sure—there were a lot of them and they were all in motion, passing back and forth in front of him.

"You guys need anything beyond snacks and drinks and stuff?" Tracy asked, not directing it at any one in particular. "No? Good! 'Cause I ain't gonna be cooking any time soon. I haven’t been able to sit down all day long ‘cause my pussy’s so hot, I was afraid I’d start a fire!” She giggled. 

“What I am going to do is make my big ol' daddikins fuck his baby girl right in the middle of the family room so everyone can see," she said firmly. "Come along, Daddy," she said, leading him by the hand through the living room.

She pulled her father through the house, down into a lower level and around a corner. They passed through a set of wide, stoutly-built double doors already thrown wide. Once inside, Tracy led her dad down four broad steps into a huge room that spread out that must have measured three or four thousand square feet. The far walls were a long way off. The thick carpeting looked expensive, and another fortune had been spent buying furniture for the vast space. Sofas, benches, stools and loveseats were scattered here and there; mounds of throw pillows dotted the carpet in every direction.

"Daddy is wearing too many clothes," Tracy remarked to no one in particular.

Still standing on the top step leading down into the family room, Grandpa Jack’s youngest daughter scooted around in front of Grandpa Jack and got busy unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders. Someone … Grandpa Jack suspected it was Sara, Tracy's thirteen-year-old daughter … wrapped her arms around his waist and expertly unbuckled his belt. Another set of small, girlish hands lifted each foot in turn to pull off his boots and socks; abruptly, he was stark naked.

Grandpa Jack’s prick was suddenly engulfed by the hot wetness of Tracy's mouth. She was on both knees, smiling up at him around his penis, her eyes bright and mischievous. She waved up at him. It wasn't more than two minutes since the front door had been flung open….

A rapidly hardening cock showed Grandpa Jack was recovering fast; his slow smile confirmed it.

"MOM!! We can't SEE!" one of the girls yelled from the back of the group. Grandpa Jack had been stopped right inside the doorway, blocking everyone else's progress and what his daughter was doing wasn't visible to those in back.

Tracy got to her feet, grinning wide. She pulled her father down the broad steps into the room by his cock. She stepped to his side so he could see the huge, overstuffed ottoman in the center of the room. It was a leather-covered thing, fully eight feet on a side. Squatting there like the proverbial immovable object, the legless ottoman dominated the room … as it was clearly intended to do.

Grandpa Jack was impressed. Tracy and Stewart were giving a new meaning to the phrase 'family room' because this room was set up for nothing but family–family sex. Sexually explicit pictures of all their children hung from the walls, most were images of them having sex with a variety of other family members. Everyone in the pictures was sporting broad, happy smiles.

The floor was strewn with cushions and pillows and as he strode forward, his feet sank into a carpet that felt inches deep. Besides the huge ottoman, there were pieces of comfortable-looking, overstuffed furniture scattered all around; they looked like islands in a sea of thick carpeting. A wet bar was anchored in the far corner of the room with a few barstools attending, and to his front-left, he could see the interior of a vast community bathroom/shower room.

"Like our little playroom, Daddy?" Tracy chuckled. She was against his right side, facing him and humping his upper thigh slowly, without being aware of what she was doing. She was making his thigh wet with her flowing juices.

Grandpa Jack had his right arm around her shoulder and back. Gradually, his hand slipped down her back until it settled on her left butt cheek. He began kneading, stroking, and massaging just as reflexively as she was fondling him.

While her father looked around the room, Tracy looked at her father. She planted a kiss on his right man-nipple, teasing it and making it even harder and more pointed. Raking the backs of her fingernails over his pectorals, she cooed, happy with the way his muscles tensed in reaction.

Her hand drifted south, stroked his underbelly, and then grasped the shaft of his cock like a workwoman grabbing a hammer. She swept her fist up to the tip, letting her father’s member slip through her fingers. She finally had only his glans left in her hand; she teased her daddy's foreskin down over the head, readying it for action.

"Yeah," Grandpa Jack replied to her question. "I like … very much—more than a little impressed, in fact!" He smiled down at his sexy daughter … his baby. At twenty-nine, Tracy was built much like her sisters … big breasted but slender, with beautifully sculpted thighs and calves, and well-turned ankles that captured many a man's attention. They’d done that even when she was a child.

Tracy's raven hair hung down to her shoulders, framing a fresh, pretty face with flashing eyes that challenged a man, promising much if he could handle what she had. She could have passed for a girl considerably younger than she was. Few casual acquaintances even knew at first she was a mother with four children of her own.

"Getting a lot of decorating ideas, too," Grandpa Jack added, waving at the portrait photographs of the whole family engaged in taboo acts. "I guess the neighbors don't get invited back here much, eh? … or do they?" he asked, just to be sure. He grinned.

"Not much," Tracy smiled. “I’m not sure they could handle it,” she added.

Tracy led Grandpa Jack to the ottoman in the center of the room, smiling sultrily up at him. She plopped down at the closest corner, pulled him in close and dropped her chin. Without any further preliminaries, she took her father's cock between her lips and drove it down her throat in one long swallow.

"ANNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Grandpa Jack couldn’t help but groan out loud. His head snapped back and his face showed fierce concentration. He grunted with the sheer pleasure of his daughter doing her best to jam the bulbous head of his dick all the way down her throat.

Tracy began bobbing her head up and down over her father’s cock. One hand steadied his shaft and the other was busy stroking that sensitive space between his asshole and the base of his prick. Every so often, she took a deep breath and drove her mouth down over his dick, propelling his cock deep into her throat and making her Daddy whimper.

Grandpa Jack’s hands caressed Tracy’s cheek bones and caressed around to the back of her head. His fingers roamed absentmindedly through her thick head of hair. Tracy urged him to hump her mouth, pulling his cock inward with both her hands clamped onto his butt cheeks and digging in her nails. He did what she clearly wanted. Slowly, carefully, he thrust his prick deeper, waited for his daughter to adjust, then speared it still further inside. When her eyes warned him, he pulled his cock back and let his daughter take over … until she was ready again for a deep plunge again.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” he sighed contentedly. 

Looking around, Grandpa Jack caught a glance of Candy grinning impishly at him. It was too much of a knowing look….

"You knew all about this, didn't you?" Grandpa Jack accused his oldest daughter.

Candy stepped around Tracy’s husband and glided closer, dragging Stewart behind her. "I did!" she said without a single note of apology in her voice.

"Becky told me her and Tracy let each other know what they were doing with their kids some time ago—she told me just before we left; she said she was gonna call Tracy and let her know what was coming her way.

"You'll be happy to know all four of us girls now own untraceable cell phones. Aren't you proud of us, Daddy?"

He ignored the question. "Could 'a let me in on it," Grandpa Jack complained. "Becky or you could a' said something," he sulkily.

"And miss that 'deer in the headlights' expression on your face when you saw Tracy and the whole crew already stark naked and ready to fuck? No way, Daddy, dear!"

Grandpa Jack reflected for a moment. Tracy wasn't making it easy to think. "I'll remember that, you know. There will come a time when I'm finalizing my will … I shall remember this, daughter!" he threatened.

Candy stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry. "Daddy, in another minute, you won't remember your name," she said. She laughed.

"Stew, honey?" Candy said, turning to her brother-in-law, "…if I was to park my ass on one of those barstools, over yonder, you think you could shove your dick about a foot deep up my puss?"

"Let's go measure!" Stew replied with a grin. He and Candy walked toward the wet bar, actually trotting the last few steps, hand-in-hand.

Grandpa Jack's penis was suddenly cool as Tracy pulled her mouth off him.

"Time for little Tracy to get a nice fuck from her daddy," she whispered to him. She let herself fall back and used her elbows and feet to scoot past the center of the ottoman until her head was nearly at the opposite side. Crooking her forefinger, she pulled her father onto the solid bit of leather furniture and then between her legs. "Take me, Daddy," she whimpered. "Please?"

Grandpa Jack crawled atop his youngest daughter, settled his knees on the soft surface and locked lips with Tracy for a long lover's kiss. The young woman writhed beneath her father, eager for him to possess her and use her for as long as he wanted.

Up on his knees and heaving his upper body off the surface of the massive ottoman with his left arm, Grandpa Jack fisted his penis in his right and introduced the swollen head of his cock into his daughter's slit. He stroked a slow caress all up and down the length of her outer labia.

Tracy groaned, reveling in the taboo touch to her sex. She almost came right then, barely managing to hold back the spiraling orgasm she knew was building fast. She'd waited all day, desperate to keep her hands off her pussy, just so she'd be ready to fuck her father for the first time ever.

Tracy rolled, twisting from side to side, and her daddy rolled with her, his cock keeping up its soft assault between her pussy lips and smearing her juices over her hairless groin. Not trying for penetration, Grandpa Jack rubbed the underside of his penis on her pussy lips and all around. Tracy moaned. Her entire body was fast becoming one single erogenous zone.

"Take my cock, honey," Grandpa Jack murmured in her ear. "Take my cock in your little hands and put it inside you, sugar," he whispered. "Put me in you, okay?"

Tracy whimpered. Her father's lewd words were stoking the fire in her belly. It had smoldered there for a long time—since she’d heard from her sister Becky about how big sister Candy’s family and their father were coming for a good fuck. Now the fire could be quenched.

Tracy took her father's shaft in her hands, savoring the licentious act and prolonging it by jacking the foreskin back and forth along the stem for a moment. But she didn’t stop there for long. Parking her chin on her chest, she looked down the length of their bodies, watching as she pressed her father's glans through her inner lips … and deeper down to the entrance of her vagina. Gasping, she pulled at his penis with the thumb and forefingers of both hands, trying to guide and pull at the same time. She felt her father's groin coming down on top of hers.

His strong arms held his upper body off hers and let her see how she was being skewered by her own father's hard cock. It was in a few inches now. She'd imagined how this would feel ever since she was a child and now it was oh so real. Only … it was so much better than she'd imagined.

Her legs lifted in the air; her knees touched the points of her Dad’s hips; her lower legs were almost parallel to the ottoman’s surface. She didn’t consciously do it, but her feet kicked in the air from time to time.

Tracy’s hands clutched at his shoulders, her fingers tightened, and she tugged on her Daddy’s body as she sought to pull him closer to her, to mash every square inch of her front body against his. She needed it; she had to have the feel of her father’s flesh against hers….

Grandpa Jack moaned as the head of his cock sank through his daughter's outer lips into her sweltering vagina. It was like plunging his penis into a velvety soft, very tight glove of molten lava.

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Grandpa Jack groaned as his prick probed deeper inside his daughter’s sex. She was so wet, so hot and ready for his cock. He drove steadily in, not hurrying, but it wasn’t necessary to prepare her for the fucking.

In a few seconds, he felt the tip of his cock touching bottom; it nudged her cervix gently. He backed slowly, arching his back, relishing every millimeter's stimulation as he pulled out.

When he thrust back in, he stabbed a little deeper; her cervix was cooperating and moving slowly back. He plunged deeper as Tracy's vagina adjusted. It stretched in all dimensions to accommodate her father's whole cock inside her. It was as if her cunt existed just for this licentious, taboo father-daughter sex.

Grandpa Jack adjusted his knees, scooting a bit closer to his daughter's butt for better leverage. He rammed forward more urgently, propelling his groin hard into his daughter’s to jam his cock deep in Tracy's drenched cunt. Arching his back, pulling his buttocks away, he drove forward again and again, plowing into Tracy’s welcoming vagina.

Lying on her back on the surface of the ottoman, Tracy whimpered as her father slowly drove his cock deep inside her cunt. She felt her vagina adjust to him. She'd known it would. She'd known since she was a girl it would. Her pussy had always been ready for her father to fill with his hot, spermy cum.

She gloried in the feel of him hammering his cock into her. She loved every movement of his hips, slamming his cock deep, holding himself there and moving his groin around like he was stirring her insides.

That was exactly what he was doing … Daddy was whipping her cunt juices into a burning lather inside her. Tracy’s vagina clamped down tightly and squeezed so he couldn’t pull out. It felt too good inside her to let it go free … but Daddy was strong. Even though her cunt clasped his prick sooooo tight, he could still pull himself out, inch by slippery inch. 

Grandpa Jack paused with the head of his cock just inside Tracy’s vaginal opening. He pushed a knee out to the side and used it to brace himself for a new move. The next instant, he whipped his groin about in a little circle, churning the head of his dick all around Tracy’s pussy lips. He plunged inward, driving deep inside his baby daughter. Tracy’s cunt was a fiery, slick firmness that embraced his cock tightly—tried to hold him—tried to grab on and squeeze him while he moved inside her.

“UUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” Grandpa Jack moaned. “Jesus, Tracy,” he whimpered. “This is sooooooooooo good!!”

“HU-HU-HU-HU-HU-HU-HU-HU-HU-HU-HU-HU-HU-HU-HU-HU-HU-HU!!” Tracy huffed. Her breath was whistling between her teeth. She gasped. “Angh-angh-angh-angh-angh-angh-angh-angh-angh-angh-angh!!” She was panting hard, blowing air out forcefully, and then straining to get more into her lungs.

She had to do something; her body was betraying her. She'd wanted this first time to last for ages … but she would be cumming way too soon at this rate. She had to put it off….

So she talked.

"You don't know how long I've waited for this, Daddy," she breathed into his ear. "I've wanted you for so very long….”

"Me too, honey," he whispered back. "I just didn't know it."

He chuckled, but it came out hoarse and strangled. Grandpa Jack was panting hard. He was beginning to lose control.

"Fuck me, Daddy," Tracy whimpered, losing her fight to slow things down. The words kicked everything into another gear.

"Fuckme!Fuck me!Fuck me!Fuck me!Fuck me!Fuck me—FUCK … MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" she begged. "FUCK ME, DA-DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" Tracy wrapped her legs around her father’s hips, squeezing and pulling him deeper inside her.

The muscles in Grandpa Jack's asscheeks visibly clinched and released with each stroke. He plowed into his daughter's cunt again and again.

"AIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE," Tracy shrieked.

Tracy tightened her legs around her father's body; she wrapped her arms around his neck and hauled him down on top of her. She didn't feel his weight—she needed as much of his skin touching hers as she could get.

"DAAAA-DDDDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" she wailed.

Tracy arched her back; pushed her belly against her Dad and throwing her pussy up into her father's groin. She groaned and whipped her groin around tightly.

Her chin was thrown up in the air; her back made so much of an arc, the top of her head was nearly flat against the surface of the big ottoman. Tracy strained; every muscle fiber was stretched to the limit; her face was contorted and reddened by the effort.

A look of infinite surprise stamped itself over her features; her eyes were screwed shut; her mouth opened in a soundless wail. Her orgasm had sneaked up on her, ferocious in its intensity and suddenness.

Tracy’s belly rippled with the force of her vagina's contractions. She keened unintelligibly when the ecstasy burst over her; she groaned deep in her throat. Her whole body was impossibly rigid as rippling waves of rapture washed through her.

Then … her body loosened; knotted muscles unclenched; she settled slowly down to the leather ottoman—her legs fell away from her father's back to lay spraddled wantonly over the ottoman’s surface. Tracy sighed a soft sigh and was still.

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Grandpa Jack never had a chance to try any of the tried and true methods that staved off orgasms. His daughter's first convulsion and frenzied entreaties to fuck her set him off too fast to even consider slowing down.

His first jet of cum spewed out to splatter inside daughter’s cunt. It coated all her cunt walls as his prick withdrew for another pumping thrust. He shot another spurt deep into her willing vagina.

Tracy milked a third one from him. His body spasmed; the semen spewed into her, thick and viscous. He spewed a fourth gob of incestuous seed deep into his daughter while she still quivered violently. His daughter whipped her ass up at him, forcing his cock still deeper.

A final thin spray, a shuddering drive in and out … and then he was done—spent—drained as only a daughter can totally exhaust a man. He was fulfilled … at peace.

After a long moment of heavy breathing stillness, Grandpa Jack pulled his softening penis out of his daughter's sex and collapsed at his daughter's side, barely able to keep from crushing her under his weight.

He lay there, one leg still over hers, while their bodies tried to recover.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"

Grandpa Jack raised his head slowly and looked dazedly around. He and his youngest daughter had drawn a crowd. Seemed like everyone was cheering and whistling.

He saw Brett's brand new digital camcorder focused between Tracy's legs.

Grandpa Jack looked down to see what had gotten Brett's attention. Sticky ropes of his whitish semen and Tracy’s pussy honey had combined into a foamy broth that was still dribbling from her slit. There was already a gooey puddle under her ass. When Tracy realized what was happening, she dipped a finger into her pussy, scooping out a big gob and popping it in her mouth. She smiled as the laughter and cheers rang out again.

Tracy held her father's still oozing cock in one hand and patted it tenderly with the other. "Damn it, Dad," she murmured, "If you could just bottle that magic in your dick, I could've had you with me all this time….”

CHAPTER TWELVE

After a day of Interstate driving, followed by a free-for-all orgy that lasted from mid-afternoon to the wee hours of the next morning, no one in the Carson household felt the urge to rise especially early the next morning. When Grandpa Jack finally did get up, it was eleven AM, and he was hungry … but not for breakfast food.

"Tracy, honey, I'm kidnapping the kids and going for pizza where they say they ‘always’ go, okay?" he said, sticking his head in the master bedroom door.

"Okay," Tracy replied drowsily, "jus' promise not to bring 'em back 'til they grow up, okay?"

She moved against the male body in bed with her, pooching her ass back into his body. “Honey,” she complained, “…you can put your thing back in me and make Tracy feel soooooooooooooooooo warm and full, okay?”

“Uhhhhhhhh,” Grandpa Jack said delicately, “…that’s Brett back there, sweetie.”

“Okaaaay,” Tracy said contentedly. “Brother-in-law fucking is almost as nasty as brother fucking, right, Daddy?” 

“I … ahhhh … I just don’t know, honey,” Grandpa Jack replied. “You could ask the kids….”

“Yeah,” Tracy responded languorously. Brett’s hips were working hard under the covers and Tracy was beginning to get distracted.

“I think it must be,” Tracy remarked. “It really is good—“ she broke off.

“Daddy…?” she asked. “How come us girls don’t have any brothers—didn’t you and Mom know how to make boy babies…?” She paused. “I really want a brother to fuck … and suck when he wants to … okay, Daddy?” She reached back and tugged Brett’s hand out to cup her left breast.

“Okay, baby,” Grandpa Jack chuckled. “I’ll see what I can do, okay?” he said vaguely just to placate her. His baby making days were long past. He turned away and closed the door without waiting for a reply. Brett would fuck Grandpa Jack’s youngest daughter into full wakefulness in a bit … and then maybe she’d make some sense. But a conversation with her right now wasn’t going to be awfully fruitful—interesting, but not productive.

His oldest daughter, Candy Winston, was wide awake, already vertical … and sitting on Stewart’s lap with his cock skewering her cunt, so they were preoccupied too. They assured him that, no thank you, they didn’t want to go for pizza, thank you very much—they’d be just fine here at the house….

So Grandpa Jack gathered all the kids together in the foyer of the Carson home. He looked over all the fresh, happy faces as they squirmed beneath wriggling fingers and slow body hunches. Last night’s orgiastic event might be over for a while, but the afternoon’s entertainment was already brewing. 

Grandpa Jack clapped his hands. His grandchildren looked at him expectantly.

“Girls—“ Grandpa Jack intoned, “I wanta see skirts … make that, I wanta see short skirts!” he instructed. “Thigh highs if you just got to wear leggings for some weird reason—bare legs if you want to make Grandpa happy! NO BRAS AND NO PANTIES!” he called out, before any of the girls had a chance to disappear up the stairs. He arched his eyebrows and waggled them bawdily. “Boys—commando all the way, right?”

He waited. No one moved. “Okay … WHAT?” Grandpa Jack demanded.

“Mom and Dad don’t allow us to go outside the house … naughty….” Sara, Tracy’s thirteen-year-old daughter explained carefully.

There was one of those pregnant pauses that interrupt good conversations from time to time. Grandpa Jack was at a loss; the only thing he knew was that he wasn’t about to contradict the kids parents.

“Mommy says, ‘Mind your Grandfather’ ” eight-year-old Chelsea piped loudly, coming down the stairs, taking the steps two at a time.

Grandpa Jack was as surprised as the rest of them; he hadn’t seen her going up the stairs anymore than they had.

Chelsea smirked at everyone. “Mommy’s fucking Uncle Brett cowgirl style…”

The eight-year-old giggled again, stopped and sat down on the bottom step. Pulling her skirt up, she calmly tugged off her panties and waved them in her hand. Seeing her Grandpa watching, she spread her thighs so he could see her tight little slit even better.

“I don’t wear a bra yet,” Chelsea explained, “so I’m all nekkid underneath already, Grandpa.”

“OUTSTANDING!!” Grandpa Jack crowed. “Just how I like my girls … nekkid and smilin’” he added.

“That’s true…,” Carrie and Alicia murmured in agreement, talking to their cousins as the Carson girls worked to divest themselves of their undergarments. “Grandpa Jack loves girls with nothing on underneath—he and Daddy won’t even let mom or us wear panties in public.”

Moments later, the whole crew piled into the motor home—the only vehicle that would hold them all—and they set out. Their destination was one of those vast pizza places with a zillion games scattered all around to keep kids of all ages occupied until they were exhausted … or until their grandfather’s billfold was empty.

The twins gave the Carson kids the grand tour of the ‘bus’ while Grandpa Jack started the big engine, did all the system checks, and got the thing rolling. 

Tracy's seven kids 'oohed' and 'ahhed', all properly impressed with the electronics, furnishings, and the view, both through the windows and the HD cameras mounted outside and in. After Carrie explained the cruise control … and what she and Grandpa Jack had done up front while the cruise control was 'driving', there were more 'oohs' and 'ahhs' that were accompanied by a little envy. All of them could see the possibilities.

For the sixteen-mile trip, Alicia got a tray out and piled a dozen cans of soda on it, and went around to everyone asking, 'Coffee … tea … fresh pussy?' and pulling up the front of her short skirt to offer the last item. Since she told Grandpa what she was going to do beforehand, he was ready and had already dialed up the window polarization for the side windows. No one could see inside to watch what the kids were doing back there.

Carrie was standing beside Grandpa Jack, ‘helping’ him drive. Everyone saw Grandpa Jack's right hand snake back from the steering wheel to stroke Carrie's leg from knee to crotch, and then dive between her upper thighs to cup her sweet pussy lips … and then he did it all over again. The Carson kids responded to Alicia by groping her too, except for sixteen-year-old Parker, Tracy's oldest adopted son.

Parker got down on his knees when Alicia came to him. He held Alicia's skirt hem up, and pressed his lips to her damp pussy, kissing and licking it while she held the tray high, trying to balance and keep contact with Parker's sucking mouth at the same time. Alicia made a note to spend even more quality time with Parker when they got home.

It was a short trip, and an unexpectedly interesting one. But it came to a quick end when the ‘bus’ rolled, swaying and rocking over the uneven ground, into the unpaved truck parking lot of the pizza joint.

“That’s those danged Wilson girls going in,” Colette, Tracy’s thirteen-year-old adopted daughter, said. She was pointing through the darkened glass at two trim young girls walking toward the main entrance.

Grandpa Jack finished shutting down the engine and dialed the windshield to its maximum opaque setting. He swiveled his seat around and watched the kids. Evidently, the Wilsons were not popular. Alicia danced over to the computer command post just in front of the bus’ passenger exit door on the starboard side of the ‘bus’. One of the cameras on top of the ‘bus’ rotated, turned slightly down and locked onto the two girls. The feed flashed up on the massive HD screen at the back of the ‘bus’.

“Well, those … uh … ‘Wilson girls’ sure do have nice legs—that’s a point in their favor, right?” Grandpa Jack observed. “Actually they have really nice legs,” he expanded. “And I do love tight short shorts on a girl, ya know?” he asked. Since he wasn’t talking to anyone in particular, no one in particular responded.

The Carson girls were glowering a little, though.

“Dang it!!” Lloyd growled. He was Tracy’s adopted fifteen-year-old. “There’s the Michelsons too!! Shi- … dang it!”

Alicia used the joystick to pivot the cameras around and settled on a group of girls and boys, with parents, who were marching through the parking lot en route to the entry. The boys were husky, well-built, clones of the grownup male. The girls were all brunette, tall and leggy copies of their mother.

“They think they’re soooo smart,” Lloyd explained. “That Tanya there? She tells everybody she’s sucked off all the guys on the football team … but I know she hasn’t ‘cause she hasn’t even tried asking me if I want my cock sucked!” he said indignantly. “And her big brother acts like he’s sooooo studly!” Lloyd snorted derisively. “…Says he’s gotten all the cheerleaders in the sack, but he ain’t done that—not nearly!” He sat there fuming. 

Grandpa Jack watched the other Carson children. They were all miffed, evidently sharing their brother and sister’s opinions. A grin tweaked his lips. He reached behind him and stroked the touch pad screen.

“SHALL-WE-PLAY-A-GAME??!!” the onboard computer asked in a low, threatening voice.

“Oh, goody,” Carrie murmured. She nodded. “Let’s do, Grandpa Jack,” she responded for the group. No one objected.

Grandpa Jack walked opened a storage cabinet near the middle of the ‘bus’ and began to pull out a myriad of gadgets in plastic wrap. He glanced quickly at each one—then tossed whatever it was to a boy or girl in the ‘bus’.

“Girls, those are called vibrating love eggs, girls,” Grandpa Jack explained. I don’t know about love … or eggs, for that matter … but they surely do vibrate, by golly!” He smiled all around. “Special made for good ol’ Grandpa Jack … little pink ones for little girls and bigger pink ones for bigger girls!”

“And the guys have vibrating penis sleeves in their hot, sweaty hands,” Grandpa Jack continued. “I need to explain what those do?” he asked rhetorically. Evidently no one did.

“Guys … find a girl who needs an egg inserted up her cunt –use the right size—and you put that egg right where it’ll do the most good, hear? Your girl will want some oral attention to get nice and wet before you gently insert it inside her tender puss, everyone understand? You guys take care of that … take real good care of that—don’t rush it!”

“Girls … the guys need to have these pulled onto their dicks … slowly, lovingly … and as nastily as you can possibly do it!” Grandpa Jack saw by the light in the kid’s eyes no more explanation was needed but, except for Carrie and Alicia, they hesitated.

“Mommy said to mind Grandpa!” Chelsea remarked. “Will you put mine in me, Grandpa?” she asked sweetly, holding up the ‘egg’ assigned to her.

“I certainly will,” Grandpa Jack said, striding quickly to his granddaughter’s side. A few minutes later, Chelsea did the honors for Grandpa Jack when he dropped his pants and pooched out his cock to be inserted into the flexible, very clingy apparatus. When the right button was pressed on a remote control … it would become a vibrating penis sleeve.

A couple of moments later, Grandpa Jack called the group to attention. “Okay, the rule is, no one goes to the bathroom back there for mouthwash, hear?” He chuckled.

“If anyone smells what’s on your breath before you have time to cram a piece a’ pizza down your gullet, they’ll just have to deal with it, right?” Face-splitting grins gave him his answer. “After all, bad breath is just bad breath!” he said pontifically. 

Grandpa Jack tossed out small plastic remote controls, blue ones went to the boys, pink to the girls. He didn’t need to explain these at all. In seconds, boys were thumbing the control to send vibrating zingers to the girls’ eggs. The girls retaliated in kind. Grandpa Jack let them experiment for a bit.

“Okay, everyone, listen up,” Grandpa Jack called. “Poor ol’ Grandpa is gettin’ hongry, so we need to get going here.” That met with everyone’s approval; they were about to starve too.

“We’re going to set the ‘zinger’ factor at 1—everyone do that now; the slide control on the left, see it? Okay, now everyone set the distance … the slide on the right … to a 1 also.” There were some disappointed faces. “And no one changes the settings ‘til I okay it,” Grandpa Jack cautioned. “We’re on the honor system here, right?”

They hated that. They thought there’d be a chance to do some real energy blasts. 

“THE GAME,” Grandpa Jack said, “is to get close enough to a member of the opposite sex to zing him or her … and you need to get within range and zap a brother, sister, cousin—or a grandpa—without any of those ‘no-hot-family-fucking’, no-sexy-fun-havin’, plain ol’ vanilla folks out there able to even guess what you’re doing, right!!??”

The kids nodded their understanding.

“And when you get zinged,” Grandpa Jack continued, “you do everything you can to not react … as far as the crowd in there is concerned, nothing at all is happening, okay?” They nodded. “You happy little fuckers just keep that lovely, warm, little zing all to your horny little selves!” he said with considerable satisfaction … and a totally wicked grin.

“And be it known, you nasty children, every girl’s egg, and every boy’s penis sleeve is on the same frequency … so zinging more than one player who happens to be in the vicinity at any one time gives you bonus points, hear?”

“We ready?” Grandpa Jack asked when the buzz died down. Everyone nodded again. “Okayyyyy,” Grandpa Jack mused for a moment. “Hide them danged remotes somewhere about your persons….” He watched as the boys dropped theirs in pants pockets and the girls found places for theirs too. 

"Okay … everyone enjoy themselves … keep your smart ass phones—no I did not say that wrong—keep your phones turned on and answer me when I call you, ‘cause I get real paranoid when folks don’t answer my desperately insecure phone calls to them to find out what’s happening, capisce?”

The twins nodded affirmatively to their cousins, their faces assuming long suffering expressions. They ostentatiously took their smart phones in hand, set them to vibrate mode and held them tight in their hands.

With that, Grandpa Jack activated the door mechanism and trotted down the steps before he got run over.

♀♂♀

Pizza on a buffet bar in places like this usually resembles hot, badly flavored cardboard more than anything else. So Grandpa Jack ordered one special made, hoping for the best. The kids didn't care. Actually, they’d be happy with anything vaguely resembling a slice of pizza—whether it was hot, warm, or cold; fresh or a week old. Plain cheese or chock full of meat…. And, they'd consider themselves well fed with any of the options.

Grandpa Jack shook his head sorrowfully and waited patiently for his meat-lover’s pizza pie.

The lowest settings on the ‘zinger’ game controls gave each ‘player’ a range of about ten feet in which they could energize a member of the opposite sex, and the least intense of the stimulation was very mild … quite enjoyable, in fact. The obvious goal was to sneak up on an unsuspecting cousin, brother, or sister and zap them with a startling … though pleasurable and sexy … moment of naughty vibration.

The other side of the game was to absorb a prurient little electronic pulse sent your way by another family member without letting anyone not in the game even suspect what was happening. There were dozens of normal patrons in the restaurant who couldn’t be allowed any insight to the game the kids were playing, but it wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to conceal. There were lots of eyes watching the kids, and lots of those eyes—particularly male eyes—busy watching the captivatingly cute young Carson and Winston girls.

To complicate matters, Grandpa Jack had sprung for ‘credit cards’ loaded with many dollars worth of fun and games, and the children were, as children do, felt themselves obligated to spend every last dime on the cards. It wasn’t easy to keep an eye out for a Carson sibling or a Winston cousin/twin, play the game, and stay in the hunt to zap others all at the same time. In short, the whole crew was active, involved, having a ball, and busy … the very definition of kids enjoying an early afternoon.

Grandpa Jack’s attention was caught by a really big group of boys and girls walking in the front doors, followed by a set of harried parents. The family found themselves an empty table not too far from where Grandpa Jack sat, and in plain view in front of him. Most of them were seated on the far side of the table, facing Grandpa Jack. He eyed them surreptitiously for a bit.

The six girls were all blonde, leggy, and well-endowed for their ages—even the smallest one. She was … maybe five?—but maybe she was older because she surely had a pair of clearly defined little bumps under her thin T-shirt … and they were capped by recognizable, and apparently diamond hard junior-sized nipples.

Probably, Grandpa Jack thought, those bumps on the youngster's chest were mostly all nipple … hard, erect, sensitive, wonderfully delicious nipple. Grandpa Jack's mouth watered at the thought. The four boys weren’t terribly brawny, but they looked fit and athletic. All the kids were solicitous of their parents and polite to each other, which was unusual enough to capture anyone's attention.

"Whatcha doin' Grandpa," a voice asked in Grandpa Jack’s ear. It was Lloyd, Tracy's fifteen-year-old adopted son, not that she or Stewart made any distinction. Lloyd had come up from Grandpa Jack’s right rear, making his way between the table and the restaurant’s outer wall on this side of the dining area. As he was wont to do, Grandpa Jack’d selected a table where he could sit with his back to the wall so he’d have all of the restaurant in front of him. He’d seen Lloyd coming from a long way off.

The long, picnic-style table where the happy Grandpa Jack Cartwright, the Carson kids, and the Winston nymphette twins had homesteaded for the time they were in the pizzeria, was designated as neutral territory. All the players were ‘safe’ there, they could come back to rest from time to time and suck down glasses of the soda of their choice to drown whatever flavor of cardboard pizza they found on the buffet tables. All the kids all were bright-eyed, half breathless, and apparently in the last stages of starvation, judging from the quantities of pizza they were wolfing down.

"I’m just watchin' people come and go—an’ doin’ some girl watchin’ whenever a nice pair of legs … or even a pair of those whatchamacallits, poking holes in their tops … wander in range," Grandpa Jack answered truthfully.

He leaned close to Lloyd. "And wondering if those girls right over there have sweet, pretty little pussies that need to be eaten … and fucked," he said softly into Lloyd's ear. He motioned at the girls in question with a forefinger that was laying flat on the tabletop and hidden from other pizza patrons’ view. 

Fifteen-year-old Lloyd was taken aback for an instant. He looked around before answering. He wasn’t used to those kind of comments—not in public anyway—and he certainly wasn’t accustomed to hearing them from his grandfather. Then he remembered what he'd watched Grandpa Jack do to his mother yesterday afternoon, and two of his sisters last night; he relaxed. He also remembered what he’d done with one of the cute, leggy, and blond twin granddaughters Grandpa had brought with him … while Grandpa cheered him on. Lloyd found the objects of Grandpa Jack’s interest quickly.

"Us guys have been wondering about that too, Grandpa … an’ Dad too," he whispered back. "Those’re the Stocktons," he said out loud. "They live up where we do," he remarked, “…just a little ways around the circle," he added, referring to Prairie Circle drive—it was actually shaped more like a horseshoe, with the ‘open’ ends touching, but … the developer hadn’t worried about the difference. Prairie ‘Circle’ was a broad, well-paved avenue that wandered through the upscale sub-division where Tracy and her family lived, curving back on itself to exit through the same security gate it’d entered—and these Stockton’s lived there too, eh? Interesting….

Lloyd waved at the family over there when he saw the parents looking toward him and Grandpa Jack … he straightened up and stood with his left hand on Grandpa Jack’s right shoulder. Lloyd acknowledged the Stockton father's genial wave-back with a formal nod. The oldest girl, who looked to be somewhere near Lloyd’s age, glanced at Lloyd with no particular expression on her face—and the lack of expression, if anything, deepened. She apparently wasn’t interested in anything Lloyd had to offer. She shifted her gaze elsewhere. The other girls sitting with their parents over there weren’t so reticent … they smiled … and the boys threw Lloyd a hand gesture that wasn’t quite a wave, but it sufficed. It was probably some kind of teenager hand signal—a code of some sort, Grandpa Jack thought to himself.

"Mr. Stockton owns a big car lot in town and he's got lots a' money," Lloyd continued, bending back to Grandpa Jack’s ear, "…And Mrs. Stockton has a store for girls with neat clothes and shoes, and other stuff—but it's just a little one in a house they renovated just outside a’ town."

"Mmmmm," Grandpa Jack murmured, intrigued. “You mean … like a store for cutie-pie little girls who just have to get a pair of those really tall high heels for a special occasion? … or a mini-skirt that’s just a skosh shorter than anyone else’s, perhaps? … maybe…? Or maybe stuff special occasions—like … kinda filmy, not quite see-through tops and naughty panties for all the precocious baby hotties in town—is that the kind of stuff she has in that store?” he asked Lloyd, speaking too softly for anyone else to hear.

Lloyd nodded. His eyes were alight with excitement now. He sensed something in Grandpa Jack’s quiet questions. “Mom buys … stuff … for the girls from Mrs. Stockton’s store lots a’ times,” Lloyd replied.

"How very interesting….” Grandpa Jack whispered to himself as he straightened from the whispered conversation. “Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm….”

At that moment, all the other Carson kids plus their twin cousins returned from the buffet tables and game consoles, loaded up with even more imitation food to go with their cardboard pizzas and soft drinks. Evidently they’d all declared a ceasefire so they could scarf down  some necessary mass quantities.

Grandpa Jack spied his special order pizza headed his way on a tray carried by cute teenaged waitress. He thanked her profusely … and quite sincerely. He was glad he wasn’t going to have to depend on the buffet for sustenance. This special ordered pizza pie looked like it might just be edible.

Drooling over the meat and veggie covered pizza didn’t keep him from noticing the Stockton-family father-dude was approaching. He’d stood and sidled around their own table a few yards away and made his way across the floor, dodging several youngsters racing somewhere from somewhere else to somewhere else again, and too excited to even notice some random adult in the way.

Grandpa Jack sighed unhappily. He knew he’d have to be nice and proper for a while. He preferred casting discretely lecherous glances at the man’s daughters while he ate, but apparently that wonderful pastime was going to be delayed for a while. He did have one small moment to appreciate all of the girls’ smooth, curvaceous legs and nicely turned ankles. Those legs surely deserved some really close, Grandpa Jack-style attention when he had a free moment…. Grandpa Jack sighed and stood to greet those girls’ father.

"Hi … Gordon Stockton … Stockton Motors and RVs … Automotive Supplier To The High Plains," the man said expansively, introducing himself with a professionally calculated smile that said ‘I’m one hell of an important guy and I’m giving you the honor of knowing me’. He held out his hand, and Grandpa Jack reached across the table to shake it firmly.

"Jack Cartwright, Purveyor Of Arcane Knowledge,” Grandpa Jack remarked sagely, “…Sole Proprietor And Demon Driver Of The Bus … and grandfather to a whole mob of smart-alecky crumb snatchers," Grandpa Jack replied easily, matching the high plains supplier’s increasingly firm handshake squeeze for squeeze. Grandpa Jack smiled broadly, inviting the man to share in the little joke. The aforementioned girl crumb snatchers giggled through their mouthfuls of whatever it was they were ingesting at the moment and the boys chuckled.

Sensing he'd been put in his place, Mr. Gordon Stockton laughed at the humor, such as it was. He pretended it didn’t mean a thing. His attention was caught by the twin's antics—they were busy whispering to each other and busier watching boys, including their cousins, with their bold, flashing eyes. Everything they did was accompanied by sinuous body movements and expansive gestures. Gordon could hardly drag his eyes off the blonde cuties.

Grandpa Jack had to admit the twins were an eyeful—he’d eyed them himself on many, many occasions. The girls both had their straight, shoulder-length blond hair caught up in saucy ponytails that danced at the back of their heads. Their makeup was lightly applied but what they had on brought out their beautiful green eyes and pink lips. They didn’t need to bring a flush to their cheeks with any rouge, of course. The exhilaration of zapping their boy cousins, while also trying to play video games and simultaneously keep their guard up, and taking care to not react to zings they received deep in their cunts had the twins more than a little aroused. They were still breathing hard, so their cupcake-sized breasts were heaving most appealingly. 

And Mr. Gordon Stockton was thoroughly entranced. He probably wasn’t even aware of how hard he swallowed, nor how intently he stared.

Alicia and Carrie became much aware, though. They noticed … and when they did see the man was watching, they automatically set out to raise his blood pressure just a little bit higher than it already was. Eating pizza and other goodies suddenly necessitated lots of stretching movements; much leaning to this side or the other to reach or tap a cousin on the shoulder and then spring back; coquettish batting their eyes all the time. And sometimes it required some hip gyrations and back stretches … just to loosen up….

They even stood a couple of times and pirouetted around so their skirts would swirl up, apparently searching for something in the pizza restaurant they couldn’t quite find. They were, of course, bare legged, and in wedgie sandals to make their shapely calves that much more enticing.

Judging by his rapt attention, Gordon Stockton liked Alicia and Carrie’s nice breasts, well-formed, creamy thighs and shapely calves. He really, really did….

Remembering himself with an effort, Gordon pulled his eyes back to Grandpa Jack and pointed at the table with his wife and kids, unnecessarily identifying them as his family—he said their names, but Grandpa Jack didn’t catch them. The kids over there, and their mother too, waved unenthusiastically when they saw their father was showing that old guy who they were. The Stockton family all had pizza slices in hand and they got back to eating the pies as quickly as they could.

Grandpa Jack grinned a cheerful greeting at them anyway.

Gordon Stockton’s girls--Mom and the younger generation too—were all stretching their long legs out under the table, and that was something Grandpa Jack appreciated. In fact, he let his eyes stray to their bare legs and enjoy watching those legs for just about as long as Gordon's eyes had lingered on Grandpa Jack’s twin granddaughters. Momma Stockton and all her young daughters were wearing miniskirts that seemed just a little shorter than the other women and girls in the room had on.

Which was just fine with Grandpa Jack. In his opinion, Momma and her six clones should never wear anything but something short and revealing. ‘Lovely, lovely legs’, he thought to himself. And nice ankles too….

Composing themselves, Mr. Stockton and Grandpa Jack engaged in some idle chat for a moment or two, and then Grandpa Jack gestured at his cooling pizza, saying he probably should get busy before it froze or something. Mr. Stockton chuckled and shook hands again. He gave Grandpa Jack his card and inviting him down to his dealership anytime. And then he did something that Grandpa Jack wouldn’t have noticed if he wasn’t observing Mr. Gordon Stockton very closely. 

Instead of leaving immediately, Gordon touched thirteen-year-old Colette's shoulder and leaned close to ask her to tell her mom and dad he said ‘hello’ . He gave her shoulder a quick, platonic little squeeze and then he turned away to return to his table. But … Grandpa Jack saw it quite clearly … when Mr. Stockton leaned over to talk to Colette, his eyes flicked down Colette's scoop-neck peasant blouse to check out Colette's young breasts. An almost imperceptible—except to Grandpa Jack—flash of heartfelt approval crossed Mr. Stockton’s features before he turned away. Without missing a beat, Gordon Stockton had his head back up and a bland expression in place long before Colette turned her head to smile toothily up at him.

Colette hadn’t even noticed—Grandpa Jack was the only person who had. But, it was absolutely a fact—Mr. Stockton had definitely ogled the girl's unbound titties, and he hadn't batted an eye when he saw she didn't have a bra on. That took some self-control … and practice.

Also, Grandpa Jack thought Gordon’s appraisal was a frank one … quite open actually. Just a fine appreciation of a young girl’s beauty…. Well, maybe there was a little unseemly aura about it, but his evaluation of the young girl’s charms had been quite candid … borderline honest. Mr. Gordon Stockton wasn’t ashamed at having taken the opportunity to get a quick glance down Colette’s top.

Grandpa Jack was impressed. As far as the mechanics were concerned, Grandpa Jack couldn't have done much better himself, and Grandpa Jack considered himself a professional at the game of girl watching. What intrigued Grandpa Jack even more was that, a few seconds after he went back to his table, Mr. Stockton evidently told his wife what he'd seen, because her head came quickly around to stare at the young teenage girl. Catching herself, Mrs. Stockton turned away again, back to her husband. She didn’t want Colette, or anyone else, to notice her sudden interest.

Mrs. Stockton, a sexy woman in her own right, smiled indulgently at her husband, and that really attracted Grandpa Jack's attention. One of the Stocktons’ sons had apparently also heard what his father relayed to Momma Stockton, and the boy sneaked a quick look across to make his own careful evaluation of Colette’s charms, hidden though they were now. He had a faintly disappointed look on his face. Mom had another indulgent smile for her son too … and a kiss on the cheek.

“How truly interesting!” Grandpa Jack mumbled to himself. He chewed his way through two more slices of pizza while he considered the matter, never once looking directly at the Stockton family.

"Honey," he said to thirteen-year-old Sara, sitting on his other side from Colette. "Would you do me a favor?"

"Sure!" she answered quickly. "Whatcha want, Grandpa?"

He put his hand on her cheek to prevent her from turning her head to look into the restaurant … and particularly not at the Stocktons’ table. To cover what he was doing, he smiled indulgently and kissed Sara’s forehead. It surprised the young girl some, but she held still. It was the kind of thing any grandfather could get by with … for a second or two.

"Keep your head still and don't turn around to look at anyone, okay, sweetie? I'm testing something, okay?" Grandpa Jack told his granddaughter. His hand dropped back to his lap.

Sara took half a second to absorb what her grandfather had said. She lowered her voice. "Okay…?" she replied, her eyes sparkling with a sudden excitement.

"I'm going to bend over in a minute or two," Grandpa Jack said softly, "and whisper something in your ear again and I’m going to look down your top when I do," he whispered. He couldn't help but chuckle at Sara's startled expression.

Sara's family did not talk this way in public because it might be overheard and cause lots of trouble. She glanced around, took into account the fact their table was against the wall, well away from anyone else, and she realized no one could sneak up on them to listen to her grandpa’s naughty words.

A broad, open space was in front of their table, and the row of picnic-style tables with the Stocktons’ table was the closest group of patrons who might even have a chance to overhear what Grandpa was saying … and he was far too quiet for that to happen, even if they’d been close enough.

Sara giggled and nodded excitedly.

"So, when I talk really, really softly in your ear, sugar, you bend forward some … and hunch your shoulders forward a little, okay? Let nasty Mr. Stockton see you're deliberately showing me a little more of what I want to see down your top, understand?" he instructed.

"And while you’re doing that, you put your hand on my thigh,” he continued, “…not really high up, you know? … don’t really grab my dick like you did last night in the shower, but … close, okay? Keep it clean; but then you squeeze, okay? Just a little squeeze, but enough so I can feel it. And then, you straighten up, go back to eatin’ your pizza, an’ act like nothing in the world is going on, okay? I wanna see what happens…!"

"Why're you checking them out, Grandpa?" Sara whispered.

“Ohhhhh … I’m not sure, honey. Something goin’ on with them … maybe….”

Sara nodded, suppressing her curiosity and animation; she and Grandpa Jack were doing something naughty … and it was so cool. She couldn't help smiling.

In a moment, Grandpa Jack leaned over and whispered a suggestion Sara should get every guy in the restaurant wanted to eat her pussy … twice! He patted her cheek affectionately, just for effect.

Wide-eyed and flushing faintly, thirteen-year-old Sara faced her grandfather and rotated her shoulders forward an inch or two to give Grandpa Jack a really fine view down her scoop-necked blouse. Grandpa Jack had time to observe a lovely pair of young teenage breasts before she leaned back. Sara’s fine-boned hand flopped down on his thigh, settled a bit … and then the young girl squeezed the older man’s flesh for just the right amount of time and pressure. It was very nicely done.

The trap set, Grandpa Jack turned back to his pizza, keeping his head down and apparently engrossed with the pleasure of consuming it. But he was watching the Stockton's table very closely. He was looking up through his eyebrows but he seemed to be completely focused on his pizza. Actually, he could see as well as if he’d had his chin up and staring frankly at the table over there. 

So it was that he saw Gordon Stockton absolutely snap to attention when Sara leaned into Grandpa Jack and did her thing—and his jaw dropped precipitously when she squeezed Grandpa Jack’s thigh. Before he could control himself, Daddy Stockton was sitting bolt upright in his chair and staring intently at Grandpa Jack and young Sara. A small frown of concentration creased Gordon’s forehead; he was clearly thinking hard about something. Then Mr. Stockton remembered to relax—he wasn’t supposed to be observing Grandpa Jack and his grandchildren that closely. Gordon’s expression cleared and his eyes started roaming around the room again. But his gaze never wandered too far away; he was keeping a close watch on Grandpa Jack and all the kids with him from here on out.

"Sara?" Grandpa Jack asked his granddaughter.

"Do it again?" Sara asked quietly.

"Nah, they’uns took the bait, honey," he replied in a thoroughly satisfied tone. "Just wonderin', how would you get a boy you liked to look at your legs?" he asked.

"If the boys were my brothers," she whispered, "I'd tell them they could fuck my pussy ‘til I couldn’t see straight, and then they wouldn't be able to take their eyes off a’ me … or my legs," she replied softly.

Grandpa Jack chuckled. "And if they weren't your brothers—and if you were in a … oh, I don't know … say, a pizza place somewhere, and you just wanted to show off a little bit?"

"Well," Sara said, thinking about it. Her grin was almost splitting her face. "I could drop my napkin or something right between us and then I’d have to stretch my leg out to the other side while I bend over to pick it up," she remarked. "I can make my skirt ride up if you want, Grandpa." She thought for a moment. "You want them to see my pussy?" she asked, her level of excitement was so high, she was quivering delicately.

"No," Grandpa Jack replied, after thinking about it, "…just lots of long, delicious, creamy, silky smooth ‘Sara-girl’ thigh, okay?" It was fortuitous Sara was sitting next to her grandfather, because she really did have wonderfully sculpted legs, the kind they called dancer’s legs … otherwise he’d have had to move down the table and sit next to her for this moment to happen.

With the short skirt on Grandpa Jack had mandated for all his granddaughters back at the house, the low heels on her pretty feet and smooth, tanned, and quite bare legs, Sara had already drawn approving glances from the men and boys in the pizzeria. Those patrons all seemed to appreciate girls who were into showing off their legs. Showed they had good sense, in Grandpa Jack’s opinion.

Sara did as she'd suggested she could do, stretching out her satin-smooth left leg out to the side of the bench on which she sat for everyone to see, expertly pointing her toes. There wasn’t a male in the place who doubted the lovely flesh Sara put on display would be marvelously firm and supple under his hand—if he could just get that hand on her flesh. Every man there wanted to help because Sara seemed to be having a lot of difficulty balancing on the hard bench seat. 

It appeared she had leaned too far to the right for some reason and her left leg rose inexorably in the air to counterbalance herself—just before it would have become obvious what the thirteen-year-old was not wearing under her skirt, she was able to haul herself back upright. She settled herself in her seat, and tucked her legs demurely back under the long bench. She discarded the used napkin and selected another from the stack on the table and resumed her chat with her brother across the table.

Throughout the floorshow, Grandpa Jack was surreptiously watching the Stockton table. Mr. Stockton’s eyes had locked on Sara’s young body so quickly his eyes might have actually clicked in their sockets. When Sara’s napkin was safely in her hand again, and she’d straightened back up in her seat, Gordon Stockton took a deep breath … and then he whispered in his wife's ear again.

Of course, any man or  boy would look when Sara exposed as much leg as she had, Grandpa Jack thought musingly, but Gordon and his wife must have a very special relationship for him to make what had to be a totally candid remark to his wife about what he was seeing … and he’d done it twice now! And on both occasions—though more furtively, this time—Mrs. Stockton turned to throw a belated glance this way also.

Eventually, all the kids got enough pizza in their bellies to hold them for a while and they wandered away to use up the 'credit cards' powered by Grandpa Jack's money on silly games. Before she left though, young Sara dropped another napkin on the floor and had an even harder time snagging it this time. Sara was freelancing now—just for the fun of it.

Gordon, and his wife, as a team now, definitely noticed what the young girl did, and they watched her until she passed from view into the room full of game machines and the multitude of young people playing on them. The moment Sara was out of sight, young Mr. and Mrs. Stockton bumped their foreheads together and whispered to each other for a long time about … something. 

Nine-year-old Vincent, he of the bottomless pit of a stomach and a metabolism that required much stoking, came back to sit beside his grandfather for a minute while he consumed still more cold pizza and quantities of soda.

"Wanna do something naughty?" Grandpa Jack asked in the boy's ear.

"Here?" young Vincent replied, shocked. "To who?" he murmured interestedly, adjusting quickly to the idea. “Sure!" he answered determinedly. His thought processes were fast. Vincent thought his Grandpa was awesome, and he trusted him implicitly.

"Well … something I think you’ll find really cool," Grandpa Jack whispered. “Vince, can you make your dick hard without touching it?” He chuckled. He’d never asked another male that particular question.

Vincent looked reproachfully up at the raunchy Grandfather sitting beside him. “Grandpa,” he whispered in reply, “my dick gets hard if I just think about girls….”

Grandpa Jack couldn’t help it. He chuckled delightedly. “A man right after my own heart,” he proclaimed, patting the boy on the shoulder. “…So does mine!” he whispered in the nine-year-old’s ear.

Vincent looked like a cat that’d just swallowed the canary missing from the cage. Grandpa was so…. Vincent wanted to laugh out loud so badly.

“So, here's what I want you to do when you get ready to go play more games….” Grandpa Jack mumbled softly into the boy’s ear.

A short while later, young Vincent got up and made his way back toward the game room. To his apparent shock and quite considerable amazement, Vincent saw Mr. and Mrs. Stockton sitting there, eating pizza. His expression showed he didn’t have a clue how he hadn’t noticed them before now.

Anyone could see what the young boy was thinking. The decision process was clear on his face for anyone to see though. Obviously, young Vincent determined it would be inexcusably rude for him not to personally greet his family’s closest neighbors. He made a detour over to their table.

He shook Mr. Stockton's hand, saying hello and smiling happily. Then he moved to Mrs. Stockton’s side … where her body would hide Vincent from her husband on her right. Mrs. Stockton looked surprised, but not terribly so … and she surely wasn’t dismayed. She smiled in the boy’s fresh face as he leaned toward her.

At that moment, Grandpa Jack thumbed a button on the remote he’d brought into the pizza joint. Grandpa Jack wasn’t playing the ‘zinger’ game, but his remote was several times as powerful as the game players’ highest setting … and he could select the option to send out zings to boys and girls alike or just boys, or just girls. He was an equal opportunity grandpa though—he zinged everyone! 

All across the game area, young Carson boys and girls, and their twin girl-cousins, suddenly gasped. Their bodies shuddered and they fought for control. There was one gasp from a section of the room where no Carson or Winston kids were. Grandpa Jack wanted to find out what that meant, but he had a full plate right now—he just couldn’t take the time to see where that little squeal had come from.

Vincent had been expecting the silent vibration, but still….

His already semi-erect young prick—as he’d told Grandpa Jack, he was at least half-aroused almost all the time—sprang into full-blown erection between one heartbeat and the next. The licentious vibrations from the penis sleeve he wore made his erection very pleasurable. It wouldn’t have been any use pretending the stimulation wasn’t causing a nice, brazen, little-boy hard-on, not that Vince was even trying to hide it.

Coached by Grandpa Jack on how to get inside a person’s private zone, Vincent closed the distance between himself and the left side of Mrs. Stockton’s body. He leaned in and gave the statuesque woman a tight hug … one she wasn't expecting. His right arm wound itself around her neck; his left hand rested gently just below Mrs. Stockton’s left collarbone—not quite on her breast … but close. Vincent’s hand stayed there for only an instant before he moved it to clasp her upper arm with his hand and squeeze her flesh gently. The back of his hand and his wrist were pressed against her left breast.

“Miz Stockton…?” Vincent whispered in Mrs. Stockton’s ear, “…I think you must have the most bootifulllll bosoms in the whole world!” he told her. “…Maybe even better than my Mom’s….” he added, with an impudent grin. With the front of his body still pressed against the outside of the woman’s arm, and his hand between her big breast and the inside of her arm, Vincent stood there for a moment longer, smiling at Mrs. Stockton.

Grandpa Jack had told the boy he wanted Vincent to think about Mrs. Stockton's big breasts. He should think of how they would feel if he could get his dick between them and fuck her tits 'til he came all over her pretty face! Vincent must have remembered his grandfather’s suggestion.

Between the vibrations from the penis sleeve and his lively imagination, Vincent's had no problem keeping his hard-on stiff enough to make a respectable tent in his pants. Per Grandpa Jack’s instructions, he made no effort to hide it. Then, quite suddenly, he announced he had to go. He kissed Mrs. Stockton’s cheek, turned away, and stepped off smartly in the direction of the games without looking back.

Mrs. Stockton was clearly bewildered—knocked off balance by the young boy from the moment he leaned in for that chaste little kiss. Her jaw dropped and her full lips parted a little. Her tongue flicked out to moisten her lips. When he whispered his compliment about her breasts, she took a deep breath while her eyes widened in shock.

She must have felt his hard little cock pressing against her—she’d tried not to look down at Vincent's crotch, but she couldn’t help herself. Grandpa Jack noted that the bulge in Vincent’s pants had been pressed right against her arm for most of the time Vincent was talking to her, but she hadn't made the slightest attempt to pull away. If anything, Grandpa Jack observed to himself, the woman had moved her arm in such a way as to almost massage the nine-year-old’s groin. Mrs. Stockton’s expression was startled, but she wasn’t the least bit apprehensive. Seemed like Mrs. Stockton had enjoyed her encounter with young Vincent Carson. From her point of view, young Vincent Carson was suddenly acting very affectionate, something he’d never done before. And she liked it!

Grandpa Jack grinned to himself while he savored his next bite of his ‘meat-piled-high-and-deep’ pizza. He watched as Mrs. Stockton licked her lips again and tossed an approving glance at Vincent's disappearing backside. 

‘Gotcha!!’ Grandpa Jack thought to himself. ‘Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU, Mrs. Stockton, for not being able to conceal your thoughts’. He grinned happily. Momma Stockton liked boys! And Poppa Stockton liked young girls.

Only now did Mrs. Stockton take time to confer with her husband. She and her husband actually bumped heads this time when they put them together to talk. Mrs. Stockton was clearly breathlessly eager to convene another impromptu conference. This time, it was she who had something to say about those Carson kids. Grandpa Jack watched Mrs. Stockton's legs dance excitedly beneath the table. She never noticed.

Sooooo, Grandpa Jack remarked to himself, summing things up. Both of the Stockton parents were open, at least somewhat, to overtures from youngsters. They clearly liked it. And then they talked together about it, whispering and comparing notes. Very interesting! Grandpa Jack wondered if the Stocktons had any inkling their reactions were being assessed by a professional. He grinned.

All the Carson kids came by over the next few minutes, wondering what the heck was going on with the massive erotic blasts that had sent them into contortions they’d been hard put to explain away. Grandpa Jack explained to Parker and left it to the oldest boy to pass the word along to the others quietly and covertly.

It was interesting to watch the play of emotions over Mrs. Stockton’s face when she saw all the Carson boys coming back to Grandpa Jack’s table after a long absence. Grandpa Jack was sure she noticed the boys’ pants were tented by something. Her face said she knew exactly what it was.

Ten minutes later, give or take, Grandpa Jack made his way past the Stocktons to the buffet bar to cruise the dessert section. He nodded on his way past, but he accompanied it with a smile; it wasn’t exactly a leer … but it wasn’t far from one either.

By now, the Stockton parents were hypersensitive to anything Grandpa Jack or his grandkids did. They were going to read volumes into everything Grandpa Jack did, or said, and the things he didn’t do or say also.

Grandpa Jack's arching eyebrows and smartass grin told Mr. and Mrs. Stockton, 'Yep, you're right … something is going on at our table that has nothing to do with pizza—whatcha gonna do about it'? With a small dish of peach cobbler and soft freeze ice cream on top of it, Grandpa Jack made his way back to his table.

The Stocktons had been joined by one of their daughters coming back from the game room. She was a lovely young teenager, in Grandpa Jack’s estimation—about thirteen-years-old, Grandpa Jack judged. She was a total hottie and she was well aware of it. The swell of her jutting young breasts made very pretty hillocks in her T-shirt. Tanned thighs and calves peeked out beneath a nicely tailored, and very short, white skirt with pleats.
 
Gordon Stockton leaned close and said something in her ear. The girl was shocked; her eyes widened in an instant, and she mouthed a startled, 'WHAT?' at her father. Grandpa Jack didn't read lips, but that wasn’t hard to decipher.

When the girl sat down and slumped low in her chair, her eyes still on her father. Dad and daughter were quickly engaged in a spirited, albeit whispered, debate, though neither party was especially vehement. Young teenage daughter accepted what her loving Daddy was telling her—a faint grin grew on her face; her tongue flicked out to lick pretty lips. She settled a little lower in her seat and got comfortable.
	
Grandpa Jack watched as the girl slowly stretched her long legs out. She fidgeted a bit, shifted her hips around in her chair … she brought her feet close together, tucking them under the lower rung on her chair and then she separated them again. They were still for only a second or two … she let her knees fall apart. Her eyes darted quickly around the room, making sure no one was watching her at that instant. The young girl’s left hand fell to her lap, then slipped lower to rest on her inner thigh. Her juvenile fingers probed under her skirt for an instant, then moved the crotch of her panties aside for a split second to expose a bald mound and two succulent pussy lips to Grandpa Jack’s waiting eyes.

After a quick heartbeat, the young girl’s panties snapped back into place, her hand flashed back up to touch her lower belly while her thighs were still closing, and everything was back to normal. It’d been done too quickly for anyone to predict what was about to happen, and when it did, no one would have been able to see the whole thing … except for Grandpa Jack, who’d been prepared for something … though he hadn’t known what.

Grandpa Jack brought the spoonful of cobbler up close to his eyes so he could study its contents carefully. Girls flashed guys all the time but this was one of the he’d ever seen. A minute later, the girl got up and strolled back to the game room’s doorway, but not before she threw a fast glance his way. Ahhhhh … she’d known who she was showing off for….. Grandpa Jack hadn’t been entirely sure about that. Judging by her expression, she wasn’t at all perturbed about exposing herself to a stranger, but was perhaps a little curious as to why her father had gotten her to do it.

Her deliberate exhibitionism, and her father’s role in it … that was huge. It clinched something and opened the gates for something else. Grandpa Jack felt something roiling deep in his belly. The anticipation of a lewd, supremely exciting event about to happen caused a powerful churning deep in his groin. 

Neither the teenage girl, nor her parents—they were watching intently as best they could without being obvious—could see the slightest trace of Grandpa Jack's internal exhilaration. But after a minute or two, after chewing several more bites of cobbler, Grandpa Jack looked over at the Stocktons, he caught Mr. Stockton's eyes, and he smiled a secret, expressive little grin.

Then Grandpa Jack’s eyes moved on. He never looked their way again.

"How's everyone doing?" Grandpa Jack asked Alicia, some time later—it seemed to Grandpa Jack like he’d been here all day, but it was probably no more than a couple of hours. Alicia sat beside her grandfather, her hip bumping against his, rubbing companionably.

"Almost everyone's card is out of money so all they're doing is watch Vinnie ride the motorcycle game," she replied, munching on a slice of cold, congealed pizza. It was a thing only young people have the stomach for.

She got up and went to get an ice cream cone. She sat beside him again and leaned in, smiling. "Sara said you had her do some stuff?" she murmured into her grandfather’s ear.

"Just a couple a’ flirty things … nothing really serious," Grandpa Jack breathed back. He grinned. “Vinnie got in on the action too….” he added. He explained what young Vincent had done to improve Mrs. Stockton’s afternoon. Grandfather and hot granddaughter whispered animatedly for several moments; the Stockton parents noticed and whispered among themselves too while keeping at least one eye each on Grandpa Jack’s table.

"How ‘bout you, kiddo?” Grandpa Jack asked Alicia. “You want to make a lasting impression on a guy. Like … like when you girls teased that whole table of boys at the hamburger place that time?"

Alicia’s body stiffened imperceptibly. She was totally interested. She—and her sister—were exhibitionistic by nature.

"Mmmmmmm," she replied as if tasting something delectably wicked and delicious. She grinned.

The night Grandpa Jack was reminding her of, she and Carrie had shown more than a little slender, creamy thigh to a table crowded with teenage boys, just for the fun of it. The boys reacted like they were being tazed every time one of the twins moved a leg or struck an innocent, but sensual pose. By the end of the evening, the boys'd worked themselves up into quite a lather and Grandpa Jack’s naughty twins had giggled all the way home. 

Grandpa Jack leaned close to his granddaughter. "When we get all ready to leave….”

♀♂♀

Grandpa Jack watched from a place near the doorway. Holding his smart phone up, he touched a virtual button that sent a command to the bus’ computer.

The ‘bus’ started with a roar that startled a tired trucker walking toward the pizza place’s main entrance to replenish his stomach acid. The burly driver flinched badly—he scampered three quick  steps to the side before continuing his march toward the door. He kept peering back at the big RV to make sure it wasn’t coming alive and about to roll after him to run him down. He’d seen an old movie like that one time….

Aboard the ‘bus’, the computer initiated a routine system startup and began transmitting a stream of system check results and status reports to Grandpa Jack’s phone. At a certain point, the system initiated the exterior and interior HD cameras and swept them around in preprogrammed arcs to allow Grandpa Jack a visual security scan. He kept that app up—he wanted to see himself walking to the ‘bus’ … and he wanted to be able to see whoever was behind him in the restaurant doorway, watching. When Grandpa Jack and the kids got near the ‘bus’, the engine would be warmed up and ready to move the whole clan off the lot.

It was finely done. Alicia scrambled under the table, seemingly searching for a dropped something or other. Her skirt rode high on her leg and stayed there. She wiggled her but around, scrunched lower and stretched her arms and body out under the table … and in the process, her naked ass became exposed for an eternity’s worth of wriggling around and posing; she reached beneath her young body and caressed her slit for just an instant. Instantly, she ‘found’ what she’d been straining to reach and came back up to sit demurely beside Grandpa Jack.

Grandpa Jack tensed—that last part hadn’t been part of the plan he’d explained to Alicia. He shouldn’t have been surprised though. The twins often improvised and pushed the envelop a tad further than anyone anticipated. Grandpa Jack had planned for the whole event to be little more than a second in length … a whole tick of the clock … during which Mr. Gordon Stockton would have a really nice opportunity to inspect Alicia’s bare buttocks. A second was, of course, more than ample time for any dedicated girl watcher. Alicia had stretched that out some, but maybe not too much.

And all the time, the two Carson girls standing on either side of Alicia had cut off the view from anywhere else in the restaurant except the Stockton’s table. The only people Grandpa Jack wanted to see what Alicia was doing were the Stocktons themselves. No one from the Carson or Winston kids even glanced in the Stockton's direction, of course. Their eyes were riveted on the exit and all the youngsters were suddenly moving determined in that direction.

On the other hand, Grandpa Jack’s eyes were glued to the Stockton’s table. When he reached a vantage point near the exit, he turned so he could see the Stockton family still at the table. He wanted to see their reaction.

He needed to know what they might do. If it appeared someone was incensed enough to call the cops, for instance, a quick addition to the young girls’ wardrobe would be necessary—Alicia was already out the door and halfway to the ‘bus’. Any investigators who caught up with the bus, or who visited Tracy’s home later, would learn the concern about young Alicia was appreciated, but unnecessary. They’d find out Alicia was actually wearing a thong—it would be explained easily—the thong just couldn't be seen from where the Stockton's sat. Wasn’t it a caution how twelve-year-olds were just too young to really know how to keep their skirts down. Actually, Alicia would have a pair of thong panties in hand from the instant she boarded the ‘bus’ 'til she walked into the Carson's castle, just in case one of the Stocktons ran gibbering madly for the police to stop the ‘bus’, and arrest that sordid molester and his abused young granddaughter.

For now, all the girls were walking toward the exit, sauntering slowly to the front door with their hips swaying from side to side. Their faces were lit with excitement.

Grandpa Jack saw Mr. Stockton … and two of his boys … watching closely. The Stockton males were spellbound. 

When Alicia neared Grandpa Jack, granddaughter and grandfather exchanged a quick hug and Grandpa Jack kissed her forehead. 

“I took the egg out of my pussy and slid it up my ass, Grandpa,” Alicia whispered excitedly. “Did they like it?” 

Grandpa Jack stiffened, his eyes widening in shock … and some concern. He hadn’t planned for this. Then he relaxed. The restaurant was still quiet and there was no one except Mr. Stockton and two of his boys reacting. Likely enough, nothing else was going to happen. And if it did, he could run really, really fast to the ‘bus’ and get the heck oughta Dodge….

As Alicia passed by him on her way out, Grandpa Jack swatted playfully at her butt. She paused and simpered up at her grandfather. Then she giggled and pranced on out the double doors.

As it happened, Mr. Gordon Stockton got an eyeful. He saw exactly what Alicia did. He couldn’t have taken his eyes off her if the world had been coming apart around him. Not quite drooling, Mr. Car Dealer to the plains watched the young temptress stretch out her long, lovely leg to the side until its entire length was exposed … and then Gordon saw Alicia’s firm little bubble-butt appear. The business end of cattle prod applied to Mr. Stockton’s balls couldn't have provoked a more urgent reaction. His back snapped out of its comfortable flump and his body came to an abrupt position of attention. When Alicia quickly stuffed the pink ovoid up her anus, Mr. Stockton’s jaw dropped and his breath rasped in his throat. Gordon half turned to get his wife’s attention—his hand lifted to touch her arm—but it was too late for Mrs. Stockton to see anything. His fingers absentmindedly still grasping his wife’s elbow, Gordon swung back to watch Alicia's hip-swinging dance out the pizzeria’s main entrance.

From across the restaurant, Grandpa Jack could see a flush begin to redden Gordon’s features.

Grandpa Jack stood still beside the half-open door and surveyed the interior of the vast pizza parlor as if checking to make sure he had all his grandkids in tow before he left. He adjusted his cap, looking toward the steam tables of the buffet as if searching … then abruptly snapped his head around to catch Mr. Gordon Stockton’s attention.

Grandpa Jack locked eyes with Gordon Stockton, Automotive Supplier To The High Plains, and the father of a mess of hot young girls. Grandpa Jack grinned, touched his hat brim in a sardonic salute; and then left the restaurant, moving quickly out the door and across the parking lot.

He never looked back, but the bus’ surveillance system was transmitting a continuous stream of video from the ‘bus’ looking back toward the restaurant’s door. No one followed … and Grandpa Jack didn’t know if that was a good thing or not.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

"Uh … Grandpa," Parker said as the bus rolled to a stop at the curb in front of the Carson’s home,  "Mom just texted me to tell everyone that 'sugar and spice' rules have to be followed in the house … we got company."

"I was afraid of that," Grandpa Jack said. He’d only just learned of Vincent’s improvised compliment of Mrs. Stockton’s mammary development and he was still trying to process that. Vincent had only supposed to engage the woman with a little inane questions about her youngest daughter and whether she’d be on the same soccer team he’d be on later in the year.

"Well, we'll just have to wait them out, won't we?" Grandpa Jack answered. The delay in what looked like would be a nice family afternoon orgy would give him time to get his mind around what Alicia and Vincent had done, instead of what he’d asked them to do.

Parker was unaccountably uncertain in his response. "Well, I guess so…,” he said forlornly. The boy shot a glance at the car in the driveway. Grandpa Jack  could see he was confused about something and very disappointed … but Grandpa Jack was disappointed too.

As he walked to the back door and into Tracy's kitchen/domain, Grandpa Jack chastised himself, figuratively smacking himself around a little. When he looked at it dispassionately, his whole attitude this afternoon hadn’t really been a good one, however much fun it’d been. He could see now he was way too eager to play a sexually charged chess match with the largely unknown Mr. Stockton? 

'Awfully selfish,' he thought to himself, 'awfully'!

His daughter and her family had a right to balance their family-sex reality with a 'normal' relationship with other people. For the sake of that balance, he was going to be especially nice to whoever was visiting his daughter, no matter who it was or why they were here.

♀♂♀

Grandpa Jack had a smile on his face when he walked in. It stayed there … effortlessly. The petite young woman sitting at the kitchen table with Tracy and Candy was exceptionally attractive and had an impish grin on her face when she looked up at Grandpa Jack.

"Hi!" He grinned back at the woman for a second, then transferred his attention to the counter beside the stove and stepped casually in that direction. When he got there, he poured himself a cup of hot coffee.

In the short walk, Grandpa Jack took in as much as he could. The strange woman was short, no more than five-two or so—well, maybe a skosh more; slender without being skinny or fragile; and with pert breasts that made twin conical tents high up on her chest under the lavender knit, wrap-around mini-dress she wore. A pair of bright blue eyes twinkled merrily, watching Grandpa Jack feign total interest in his coffee. The woman’s shoulder-length brunette hair was caught up in a ponytail and she looked to be about fourteen-years-old.

Raising his eyes as he turned and leaned back against the kitchen sink, Grandpa Jack caught a glimpse of several inches of exquisitely sculpted thighs—and matching shapely calves—below the dress' bottom hem. Nicely turned ankles and small feet completed a very nice package, in Grandpa Jack's humble opinion.

Her slim fingers were bare of any rings, and none showed any sign that any ring—a wedding band, for instance—had ever been on any of them … at least not lately. 

"Dad, this is Sabrina Fletcher, my best friend in the whole world," Tracy said by way of introduction, "Sabrina, my father, Jack."

"Sabrina," Grandpa Jack said, smiling. "That's a really lovely name," he remarked. For the first time, he openly scrutinized her. He grinned more broadly. "One of my top ten names of all time, and it fits you beautifully," he said candidly.

He grinned. "My compliments to your parents," he added, taking his first swallow of coffee.

"Why, thank you … I think…," Sabrina said in a soft contralto. She smiled.

"Hey, what about 'Tracy'," his daughter demanded, feigning indignation.

"One of my top four names of all time," Grandpa Jack countered quick and smoothly. He took a quick step to her side and bent to kiss his daughter on the top of her head. “…Or you wouldn't have it," he continued smoothly.

The two women glanced at each other.

"Oh, he's gooood!" Sabrina remarked admiringly to Tracy.

" 'Tis easy," Grandpa Jack said easily, "when all you have to do is speak naught but the truth," he said, pulling out a chair and sitting down next to his daughter. He took Tracy's hand in his and raised it to his lips for an affectionate kiss. Grandpa Jack held his youngest daughter’s hand comfortably—quite platonically—for a while before releasing it.

Tracy's pulse was racing; the vein in her wrist fairly rattled against his fingertips. Something was stressing Grandpa Jack’s baby daughter—and it wasn’t how high her given name was on her father’s list of favorites.

The women and Grandpa Jack chatted, passing from topic to topic effortlessly while children migrated into the kitchen, looked around, and left again. Every once in a while, Brett or Stewart passed through; occasionally pausing to converse for a moment or two.

Grandpa Jack met Sabrina's children—there were four of them.

"You got pregnant for the first time at … three and a half, then? Or was it four years old?" he commented with a smile when he learned the oldest two—fraternal twins, boy and girl—were already eleven and a half. "My goodness!" he drawled. “Your parents must have been terribly permissive, eh?”

"I don't think so!" Sabrina said, laughing unreservedly.

"Daddy, Sabrina's just a year younger than I am," Tracy said, laughing along with her friend.

"My compliments to your parents again," he told the young woman. "What beautiful genes they've passed on to you."

He meant it as a sincere compliment—it was delivered effortlessly, and Sabrina was pleased. She looked down into her own coffee cup.

Grandpa Jack changed the subject. "So … how did you ladies meet?" he asked.

Sabrina shot the older man a calculating glance. She paused, then looked over to Tracy and relaxed. She shooed her son, Jerry, and Tracy's boy, Vincent, out of the kitchen. At the sink, Stewart paused. He'd just come inside from mowing the lawn.

"Actually, Dad," Tracy said amusedly, "Stew and I met Sabrina and her … late husband, met at a … house party," she said. "Sabrina spent most of the evening with Stewart … and I had the … dubious pleasure of … doing the same with her husband," Tracy remarked frankly. She grinned at her father.

Grandpa Jack didn't let his surprise show. He smiled back and remarked, "Honey, I didn't know you were involved in ‘the lifestyle'!”

"Well, we weren’t for very long—that first time was the only time, as it turned out—but, Daddy, dear … you were playin’ the game too, right…?" Tracy shot back. "Mom already told me!" she said when it appeared Grandpa Jack wasn’t keen on admitting such a thing.

Grandpa Jack was quick on his mental feet. He shrugged expressively. "Indeed we were … I wasn't keepin' it a secret—just never came up!" Grandpa Jack said reassuringly. He hesitated, glancing at Sabrina before he continued. She was watching interestedly, but she certainly wasn’t showing any signs of being shocked—well, how could she be, considering what’d just been disclosed about her and her husband.

"Actually," Grandpa Jack said smoothly, chuckling a little, "your mother and I were into 'swapping' before we got married. We began in a little … ahhhhh, call it a club, in high school and got an 'early start', you might say."

"The hussy!" Tracy remarked, giggling. "She didn't tell me that!"

"It was her idea, actually!" Grandpa Jack said with a broad grin. "But after we were married for a while—about the time you were born—she decided she should be able to have other guys when the mood struck her, but she didn't like me being with other girls. I’m not sure where she got that idea, but … there it is….”

“Then she cut it all off … well … she didn't cut IT off, but sometimes I suspect that's just 'cause she didn't think of it in time. Anyway, she stopped us from swinging in one cold minute on a Friday night when we were on our way to a house party across town … did she mention that?" he asked, interested in what his ex-wife may have told Tracy.

"That she got that weird idea in her head? Yeah, she told me … but she didn’t say it happened not too long after I was born," Tracy responded smoothly. "Said it was her worst mistake ever, getting an attitude like that."

"She did? The wicked witch of the west actually admitted she made a mistake??!!" Grandpa Jack said, thoroughly astonished.

"DAD!!! Don't talk about Mom that way," Tracy said, laughing in spite of herself. "She always talks about you in the … like she’s still awfully fond of you. When she was here last winter, she was asking about you … if you were okay, where you were living, whether you were happier now—stuff like that…."

Grandpa Jack thought about it for a moment. "She wanted to know where I live? Well…," he said reflectively, “…I guess that accounts for those pesky Ninja assassins in my house last January."

"I was wondering who I pissed off," he added.

Stewart, who'd come in to freshen his coffee, had to turn around fast and spew what remained of his coffee into the sink so he could laugh.

Tracy slapped at Grandpa Jack's arm, grinning in spite of herself. "DADDYYYYYYYYYYY!!" she said reprovingly. Then she had to grin. "Be nice!" she told him.

"So sue me!" Grandpa Jack retorted. "She sure as hell did!!!"

Most of Stewart's second swig of coffee sprayed into the sink also. He looked regretfully down at his coffee-soaked shirtfront and went upstairs to change. “Dang it, Dad, he said as he passed Grandpa Jack, cut it out, okay? Wash day isn’t ‘til Monday!”

After a while, the conversation went on to other areas. Turned out Sabrina's husband had been something of a bully, but only for as long as the people he wanted to bully around would actually put up with him. He backed off … fast … when his intended target started pushing back Additionally, he was a man who just couldn't abide the hassle of going to work every day.

He wasn't born independently wealthy, though, so he sought other options. The final act in his little drama was written when he got caught selling small appliances out the back door of his last job. He was convicted, and sent to a medium security prison on the far side of the state.

He died after irritating someone who really was a tough customer, instead of just pretending to be. It was near the end of his third year into a nine-year sentence. Sabrina had already divorced him by then, and nobody missed him much.

Sabrina, Grandpa Jack learned, was the well-regarded manager of a local, and very successful, restaurant. She had a small house on a side street she kept neat as a pin. She was smart, had gotten her GED after leaving high school pregnant, and she dearly loved her children.

"Well, my goodness," Tracy commented, getting up from the table. "Look at the time—I better get some steaks from the freezer and get them to thawing." She hesitated. "Are you sure I can't get you to stay for supper?" she asked Sabrina in a voice that was pitched a little oddly. Grandpa Jack noticed it immediately. AND … it was awfully early in the afternoon to start doing dinner….

Sabrina didn't move except to part her lips a tad. She smiled faintly at Tracy and then Grandpa Jack. 

"Ahhhhh," Grandpa Jack said, smiling. "So … do we—or is it just me?—do we pass inspection?" He instantly began ogling young Sabrina, making sure he did it with obvious lechery in mind. He arched his eyebrows a few times a la Groucho Marx.

Tracy and Sabrina's lips turned down. "What gave it away?" Tracy asked, disappointed.

"Your kids, my dear Tracy," Grandpa Jack replied, "…have been wandering in and out of the kitchen here, looking at the young and beautiful Sabrina and then at you … and back at Sabrina and frowning. They were badly confused why we were just sitting here talking.”

“Also … Sabrina's children apparently have free access to the whole house … and that would seem to include Stew's wonderfully raunchy, happy-fornicating family-sex playroom. I heard a shower running and some door slams from that direction a little while ago, so I knew someone was out there.”

"Now, Candy's girls had no problem at first. They fully accepted the fact that Sabrina was someone who wasn't in our 'special' crowd, and they assumed things had to be just plain vanilla for a while. But your kids were whispering in each other's ears nonstop. Their faces were really sad and frustrated. So after a while, Alicia and Carrie got irritated and frustrated too, probably because someone clued them in on young Ms. Sabrina’s real relationship with your family. At some point then, nobody in the under twenty-eight age group understood what the hold up was that kept today’s version of yesterday’s party from starting all over again.

“Also, sugar, your pulse was pounding like a racehorse when I touched your wrist, my lovely daughter … for no apparent reason. And we touched on some awfully personal topics in our little chat here … some things your dear old Dad didn’t really need to know, just when Sabrina and I were just meeting. I’m not that involved with Gen … X … Y … Z … or whatever, but I’m pretty sure the average twenty-something daughter doesn’t turn the conversation to ‘spouse swapping’ at the kitchen table. Maybe that happens … but I’ve never seen it.

"Ergo … something else was going on and I kinda figured it was Sabrina deciding on whether to join in the games while the Winstons and I were visiting or whether she and her kids would take a pass."

Grandpa Jack arched his eyebrows at Sabrina. "So … I repeat, do we … or is it me? Does the old fart pass inspection?"

Sabrina's pretty lips curved in a broad smile that morphed into something more sensuous. She stood and undid the knot to her wrap-around knit, shrugged it off her shoulders, and tossed it to Tracy to hang on the back of a kitchen chair. Under the soft fabric, Sabrina was naked. She posed for an instant, letting Grandpa Jack see her apple-sized breasts, slender frame, and creamy thighs. She kept her high heels on, the better to show off her shapely lower legs and well turned ankles.

"I'd love to stay for dinner … and the party, Tracy, if it's all right…," she said quietly.

She grinned and straddled Grandpa Jack's lap in a quick, lithe movement. Her pert breasts jiggled delicately. When she hefted a perky little boob and popped it into Grandpa Jack's mouth, he opened his lips and began tonguing the hard little nipple to an even greater ruby-red erection. After a little while, he took the other nipple between his teeth and nibbled delicately at it.

After a bit, Sabrina sighed expressively. "Dang … what’s a girl have to do to get laid around here, anyway?"

“This is one heck of a good start! Grandpa Jack remarked. “Now if I could just find my dick—I know it’s around here somewhere….”

Sabrina's small hands clamped onto Grandpa Jack’s shoulders. She pushed herself up, off Grandpa Jack's lap, and reached down to unbuckle Grandpa Jack's belt. Without getting up, just arching his back to raise his butt off the chair a little, Grandpa Jack shoved his pants down and yanked his T-shirt over his head. He flung it atop Sabrina’s dress.

"YIPPPEEEEE!!!" eight-year-old Chelsea screamed. No one had seen her come into the room.

Tracy’s eight-year-old baby girl made a skidding U-turn on the linoleum floor of the kitchen. Regaining control of her sock-clad feet just in time to keep from slipping and falling on the floor, she raced back out the door shrieking at the top of her lungs.

"AUNT SABRINA'S DOING … AUNT SABRINA'S FUCKING GRANDPA JACK IN THE KITCHEN … WE CAN GET NAKED NOW!!"

♀♂♀

" 'Aunt’ Sabrina, huh?" Grandpa Jack said wryly a few hours later. A fine steak dinner had been finished off and a dessert of homemade ice cream rested easy in his belly.

He was sitting down again, but now he was on a sofa in the Carson’s sexually oriented family room. And the girl on his lap had changed from Sabrina to Tracy's eleven-year-old daughter, Mia.

Mia was a saucy-eyed little wanton with dark eyes and a perpetually cheerful grin on her expressive, thoroughly soft and kissable lips. Firm, granny apple-sized breasts sprouted high on her slim chest. They were a little bigger than the average eleven-year-old’s, and she was probably going to grow into a pair that would at least match her mother’s thirty-six-C lovelies. Mia had a young girl’s flat stomach, a pretty, indented little belly button, and a completely hairless, pink-lipped pussy.

Her legs were slender and well shaped. They weren’t ever going to be insured for a zillion dollars like some movie actresses’, but that didn’t matter in the least. Mia’s legs, and her whole body, were totally bare … and she had her grandfather’s penis ensnared deep in her cunt.

Mia was facing away from Grandpa Jack, leaning over his thighs and bracing her hands on his knees. The eleven-year-old was busily squirming and wriggling, doing whatever she could to work her grandfather's prick deeper inside her sopping vagina. The girl’s immature hips were rising and falling regularly … and faster with each stroke. The young girl was more than happy to control all the action while her grandfather steadied and gave her a little help rising to let his prick slide a short distance out of her cunt. 

Grandpa Jack glanced at Sabrina Fletcher, sitting a short distance away on the deep carpet. Sabrina was absentmindedly fondling nine-year-old Vincent's penis and balls while she watched a video of Grandpa Jack’s first fuck with his daughter, Tracy. 

Vincent had had just gotten a blowjob from Sabrina that made his eyes roll back in his head, it was so good. He’d pumped his dick in and out of Sabrina’s mouth so fast, and for so long, he’d exhausted himself. He still wasn't sure if he wanted the woman to continue to masturbate him or not. On the other hand, Vincent’s body seemed to be in the process of deciding it did want to play some more, no matter what Vincent’s mind was saying.

"Didn't even get to tell ya about the Stocktons," Grandpa Jack said to the room at large.

"What about the Stocktons?" Tracy asked, a little sharply from a nearby easy chair. Grandpa Jack’d discovered earlier that evening the Stocktons were a sore point with her, and she readily confessed she didn’t even know why.

Tracy had Sabrina's six-year-old daughter, Vanessa, on her lap, bottom side up. Tracy was sliding a buttplug no thicker than a baby's pacifier in and out of the child’s pinkish little ass-hole. The little girl was giggling and churning her hips like a runaway cement mixer.

"Ahhhhh … oh my goodness!" Grandpa Jack exclaimed, distracted. Mia had smacked her butt down on Grandpa Jack's lap with an audible slap again, and impaled herself a little deeper on his cock. Hearing her grandfather’s appreciation of what she was doing, the eleven-year-old flashed a triumphant grin and redoubled her efforts.

"Onnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Grandpa Jack moaned quietly. “Dang, that feels fine, honey," Grandpa Jack moaned. He shut his eyes and lifted his face to the ceiling, the better to concentrate on what his granddaughter was doing for him.

With considerable difficulty, Grandpa Jack refocused on what he’d been about to say. "Oh … I played a very enjoyable little game of brinkmanship with Mr. Stockton for lunch at the pizza joint," Grandpa Jack said cheerfully. "I let him see some of Sara and Alicia’s more interesting body parts … and he let me see one of his daughters’ cute little pussy," he replied.

"Carefully, ya understand," he added quickly. Tracy’s body had gone very still. "Very carefully … careful little flirty kind of things," he said.

Tracy looked at Sara firmly.

"Grandpa told me to!" Sara said quickly in her own defense. “You told us to mind Grandpa!!”

"It was just a couple inches more thigh than she was already showing off," Grandpa Jack said coolly. “And lots, lots less than she’d show in a bikini.” 

"And then, Vincent kinda let the lovely and sexy Mrs. Stockton see that he had a little bit of a hard-on."

"Little?" Vinnie protested.

" 'Littler' than the one you have in Aunt Sabrina’s hand right now," Grandpa Jack retorted with a grin.

"Oh! Yeaaaahhhh…!" Vinnie said, remembering. “I could a’ been a lot longer if I didn’t have those pants on…,” he said confidingly.

"I mean, it’s hard … I mean difficult … to criticize a boy for getting a hard-on, what with Mrs. Stockton's lovely tits almost hanging out a’ her blouse—it’s like they were on display for everyone to enjoy," Grandpa Jack remarked. "Even the sex police couldn't manufacture a problem with Vincent, reacting like he did to what she was showin' off," Grandpa Jack said contentedly.

"And I let Mr. Stockton see a little ass full was full a’ something pink, plastic, and buzzing," Alicia said proudly. "But he can't tell the cops I didn't have on a thong and he mistook it for something else," she added sweetly, looking at her Aunt Tracy, then shifted her gaze to her own mother.

"You know how all the girls are so into thongs in our school, right, mom? Young girls will wear them, no matter how hard a mother tries, right?" She sighed expressively.

"That's a fact!" Candy agreed. “Nasty, promiscuous daughters! Yech!!”

“You know, you just can’t keep ‘em from their slutty ways!” she remarked with a grin. Candy was more tolerant of Grandpa Jack when he indulged himself and her daughters with a little careful exhibitionism. Grandpa Jack liked to tease naughty voyeurs of all ages.

"Honey…,” Candy told her sister, “…Daddy does do a good job of supervising … uh … flirty situations like that," Candy told her sister, more seriously. "He's got a good head for angles and stuff … uh … like knowing who can see what and then he decides how much anyone should see," she said.

She grinned saucily. 

"One time last winter, Daddy had me spread my knees—just a couple inches at a time—in a restaurant … I don't wear panties when we all go out anymore, you know. And we could tell it was just this one guy in the whole room who could see anything, 'cause his eyes got big as saucers," Candy remarked, smiling. "And that night, Brett and Daddy double-teamed me for hours," she added, her eyes losing their focus as she remembered. She sighed.

"I am good, aren't I?!" Grandpa Jack asked, with considerable satisfaction. He smiled.

"Daddy!" Tracy said emphatically. "You keep my girls and boys … and me ’n Stew too! … OUT of trouble, you hear?" She was insistent, but not nearly as concerned as she'd been before.

"I absolutely will, honey," Grandpa Jack assured her. “I always have that in mind.” He was quiet for a while, his eyes losing focus again. Mia was continuing to energetically skewer herself on his cock, and it was becoming more distracting with every passing moment.

"Anyway … as I was saying," he said, "we played this little game with your Mr. Stockton and his wife, and it ended up with one of his daughters givin' me a nice little pussy shot," he told everyone.

“Really!!” Tracey breathed. “Gordon knew about it? Wait … you mean he told her to do it?”

“Yep, he whispered in her ear and she spread her legs nice and wide!” Grandpa Jack reported. "And then we trumped that card with 'Licia showing him a pair of bare buttcheeks and the vibrating ‘egg’ between them—and they really are lovely, they are absolutely beautiful, buttcheeks too, if I may say so," he said in an aside to Alicia.

"Well … of course!" the twelve-year-old exhibitionist said innocently while grinning nastily. She swiveled her head down and twisted at the waist in an effort to admire the ass Grandpa Jack was complimenting. She had to agree her grandfather was right on the money in his assessment. 

"Soooo, what now?" Tracy asked. "Was the girl okay with exposing herself to you, or did Gordon force her ?"

"She didn’t seem to have any problems with doing what Dad had her do, huh-uh, not at all!” Grandpa Jack shot back. He thought about the event, going over the interaction with her father and how she’d done the brief shot.

“Nah … she wasn't a bit shy about exposing herself … well, exposing her cute little puss there ‘neath her panties," Grandpa Jack replied. He thought for a moment. "No … I didn't get the idea she needed much encouragement at all. And … for what it's worth … she did it really stealthy, and only after her dad checked all around and nudged her to let her know the coast was clear."

"So, you think they may be doing family sex like us?" Tracy demanded.

"The signs are there … it's promising, I think," Grandpa Jack replied. "But you know … so hard to say for sure….”

“It might be that a couple of naughty flirts is as far as they want to take it … or maybe they’re into family sex, but they don't want to play outside the family. Or maybe there’s something else that’ll inhibit them doing anything else beyond what’s already gone down. But whatever happens … we're covered!”

“We got plenty of that ‘plausible deniability’ stuff, Grandpa Jack added. “And … we’re done for right now—the next move is up to them."

"If it was me, I'd have followed you out the door and asked if Alicia was making a promise or just cock teasin'," Stewart volunteered. "Maybe not in those exact words, but something like that! On the other hand … are you sure he’s not going to go ballistic on us—call in the National Guard and surround our house or something and start burning it down around our heads?"

"Well, if he had followed us out and accosted us, now that would have been something that would have told us a lot about where he … they … stood, huh?” Grandpa Jack replied swiftly, “If he’d done that, I'd have been able to read his body language—a hard-on in the pants is a wonderful discriminator, don’t you think? And I could have seen what his facial expression was. I’d have had a pretty dang good evaluation of where his mind was before he opened his mouth, Stew.” 

Grandpa Jack shrugged. “And if he was settin’ up for a fight, I’d have morphed into one ticked off grandpa! I'd have told him in no uncertain terms that my hot, sexy, wanton little granddaughter had no idea even how to be a cock tease!!" It got a little chuckle from almost everyone.

"And, on the other hand, if he’d brought out a daughter or two with him, couple a’ sons and maybe that Swedish-model of a wife a’ his? Well, then there would be other options … some cautious openings to make, some words to be exchanged … things like that,” Grandpa Jack added. He grinned.

"But Mr. Gordon Stockton didn't do any of those things, so things’re still up in the air. He was pretty shook up when 'Licia flashed her butt at ‘im, though … I’m bettin’ he’s gonna do something, and pretty soon too.”

Grandpa Jack put his head back and just enjoyed Mia’s rising and falling for a moment.

“Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” he sighed. “That’s soooo good, honey,” he told her.

He cleared his throat. “Anyway, I think Mr. Auto-Dealer-To-The-High-Plains-dude is on fire right about now … and at least two of his sons are too … I was watching them pretty darn close … and so is his wife, if I read the signs right."

"So, how'll we know?" Parker asked from the couch nearest the door.

"I don’t think we’ll have to guess about it—it'll be something real clear," Grandpa Jack said. 

"Maybe he trots his whole family over here, strips 'em naked, and tells them to all find someone to fuck … while he makes a bee line for 'Licia or Carrie—or ‘Licia AND Carrie. Then we'll know, right?" He chuckled.

The room full of kids and adults began stirring excitedly. More boys and girls to fuck sounded like a great thing to them.

"When?" Tracy asked.

"Dunno," Grandpa Jack replied. "Can't rush things like this, you know…,” he remarked sagely, wishing he felt more confident about the Stocktons and their possible familial sexual inclinations. He was pretty sure—but that wasn’t the same as certain. And Mia was slamming her cunt down on his cock harder and faster, and Grandpa Jack had no time to speculate on the Stocktons.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Turned out … it wasn’t that long a wait. 

In mid-morning the next day, Grandpa Jack was in the ‘bus’ parked at the curb in front of the Carson’s home. He was doing a little housekeeping, dusting with a rag and a spray product that promised to create a shield between inlaid wood and those nasty old dust motes and such. Abruptly, an alarm tone sounded—a deep, resounding BONG that demanded attention. Grandpa Jack had tasked the system to monitor had come across an anomaly and, as instructed, was notifying him. 

The security program was set to a sensitive motion sensor mode that ignored tree branches moving in the wind, and anything shorter than 30 inches tall. So it was that the young teenage girl was picked up the instant she could be seen by the bus’ HD surveillance cameras. She was coming around the huge circular boulevard that was the housing development’s only street.

Grandpa Jack knew the Stockton home was further around the boulevard and hidden from sight from his daughter Tracy’s home by the thickly sewn copse of trees that filled the inside the U-shaped avenue. He didn’t see her leave her family’s front door, but the ‘bus’ picked her up the moment she unmasked herself by getting close enough to this side of the U. 

The young woman was coming slowly down the wide sidewalk toward the Carsons in the sparkling mid-morning sun. Curiously, she was just edging along, carefully watching everything near and far. She stopped hesitantly every so often to peer behind every bush … to make sure no one was there to see her? She looked like someone with a guilty conscience—or a secret agent-wannabe. In fact, she was doing the opposite of what a person desiring to avoid notice should do. ‘Avoiding notice’, as a concept, was probably doomed from the start anyway. The shapely teenage girl had tall spike high heels on her feet and a short skirt that was not quit up to the task of covering all of what looked to be a most luscious ass. Her tube top wasn't even attempting to conceal the bounce and jiggle of her breasts.

The facial recognition sub-routine identified the girl as the Stockton’s oldest girl, a fifteen-year-old named Rose. The Carson kids, using school yearbooks and a number of candid shots, had helped Grandpa Jack load images of all the Stocktons into the bus’ data base last night so Grandpa Jack knew instantly who it was Mr. Gordon Stockton had sent to open negotiations. Grandpa Jack was a little disappointed. He’d half-hoped Stockton’s next move in this little game would be to again use the younger teenage girl who’d showed Grandpa Jack her young pussy yesterday. On the other hand, he reflected, young Miss Rose was a gorgeous young woman in her own right.

Grandpa Jack told the computer to keep the girl’s image locked and centered in the screen. The girl marched determinedly down the sidewalk; she was coming on more steadily in the warm morning sun, apparently loosing her uneasiness in slow increments. At one point, the teenager caught one spike heel in a crack and she staggered slightly. She stared reprovingly at the sidewalk, checked to make sure her heels were both still intact and sniffed derisively at the offending crack. Grandpa Jack chuckled. The world was supposed to be gentle with young Rose Stockton—she was certain of it—and she pouted when something untoward happened.

Grandpa Jack tapped the touch screen and the computer did an electronic handshake with the temporary ‘remote’ substation in the Carson's house. The cable harness connecting the ‘bus’ with the house was unremarkable; it looked like a double-heavy duty electrical cable set up so the huge RV wouldn't have to run on internal battery power. That was part of the bundle too, but Grandpa Jack valued the comm safety it provided. It was totally secure; no one could possibly intercept message traffic on this cable. 

"Looks like Mr. Stockton is making his move," Grandpa Jack said when Alicia answered the buzzer inside. "Ask Aunt Tracy if it's okay for me to handle this, would you?"

"Aunt Tracy says it's your ballgame, Daddy," his daughter, Tracy, replied promptly. She’d had apparently been waiting right beside Alicia. "Ahhhhhh, Dad, can you turn on your inside cameras like Alicia told us about … so we can watch what happens?"

"Good idea…!" Grandpa Jack replied, "…will do ASAP!" He cut the connection and brought up the appropriate menu on the computer screen to toggle the inside cameras and mikes ‘on’. They would transmit everything going on inside the ‘bus’ to the house in full, living, HD color.

Watching the delicious young Miss Rose come up the walk behind the darkened windows, he could see the fifteen-year-old teenager becoming less sure of herself the nearer she got to the ‘bus’. He could also see she was a bit unsteady on the spike heels she was wearing even though she’d learned not to step on the expansion cracks. He grinned. Teenagers don't get that many chances to wear 'fuck me' high heels. On the other hand, her charms were becoming even more enticing the closer she came. Rose Stockton was blessed with immature features—a look of guileless innocence usually reserved for a very sheltered eight-year-old. She was pretty, with the freshness of youth, but she wasn’t classically beautiful … not that anyone cared. Below the neck, Rose Stockton was nothing but hot, wanton sensuality waiting for a place to lay down and prove it.

Grandpa Jack reduced the front windshield’s polarization to ‘normal’ once he was sure of the young girl’s identity, so the girl could see him clearly sitting in the big captain's chair instead of a blank mirror-like shield. Grandpa Jack pretended to be working steadily, wiping off something on the console, but he glanced up to wave at her when she was close enough. Rose stopped for a second, waved back indecisively … and then came on, passing the bow of the bus and passing along the side.

"Hi," Grandpa Jack said to the teenager, meeting her at the main passenger entrance, just aft of the computer’s Command Center. "What's up?"

"Nuthin'," the girl replied automatically—the required teenager response to any adult’s questions. "My name's Rose," she told him.

Grandpa Jack had been forewarned about her high-pitched, childish, voice and didn't react. His grandsons told him it wasn’t an act—this was just the way her vocal chords were. In a way, her voice matched her looks. Her long, soft hair framed a face that wasn’t yet mature, and might never be. She had clear eyes set beside a cute, upturned nose; rounded features and soft lips that Grandpa Jack was already imagining firmly sealed around his cock while the darling young girl sucked…. Grandpa Jack growled softly to himself approvingly. He hoped young Rose wouldn’t notice so he wouldn’t have to explain.

Rose took a deep breath, which did wonders for her tube top … and Grandpa Jack's libido.

He smiled. "I'm Grandpa Jack," he answered. "Come on in."

"I was at the pizza place yesterday," Rose explained in her young girl's voice as she climbed the steps.

"I remember!" Grandpa Jack replied warmly. "You're very pretty, sweetheart," he added.

The teenager didn't say anything for a moment while she studied Grandpa Jack, noting his strong shoulders, flat belly, and lively eyes smiling at her. He sure didn’t look like a ‘grandpa’. And … she was used to compliments—they were her due. She looked to her left, aft, into the bus’ plush interior and took in the living space’s massive picture windows. Then she swung back right to examine the outside world through the big windshield.

"Can anyone see in?" she asked nervously.

Grandpa Jack grinned and reached out a long arm to tap out a selection on a computer screen beside him to polarize all the windows. They darkened quickly.

"Not anymore they can’t," Grandpa Jack said, answering her question. "Now the windows outside are pretty much like mirrors—light just reflects off the surface just like mirror sunglass things, you know?" He failed to mention that people watching the HD monitor screens inside the Carson household most definitely could see her.

Rose looked back through the interior of the living space, and to the rear of the ‘bus’ again, a little uncertainly. She took a few steps towards the back of the bus, then nervously came back to put her hand on his shoulder. The fifteen-year-old frowned. "Is it alright if we close the door?" she asked. 

Her answer was a pneumatic hiss. Grandpa Jack had simply touched the computer screen and the door glided shut. He smiled encouragingly.

The young woman was impressed in spite of herself. The sumptuous interior of the ‘bus’ was a magical place now, protected and closed off from the rest of the world … safe.

Grandpa Jack turned back to the driving station and sat in his sumptuous Captain’s chair. He touched the computer screen and a view of the bus from a camera near the Carson’s front door flashed up on the display. “Here’s what we look like from outside,” Grandpa Jack said, tapping the screen to draw Rose’s teenage attention. “See? All the windows are shiny blanks!”

Rose nodded, satisfied. For the first time, her face was creased with a genuine smile. She thought the image was a saved jpeg instead of a live shot, but she was quite happy with what she saw.

Grandpa Jack swiveled the captain’s chair around and leaned back to study the sexy teenager.

"I'm not wearing any panties!" Rose blurted out after she and Grandpa Jack gazed at each other for a moment. Evidently, she felt a need to fill the silence with something—anything!

It was a good way to start a conversation from Grandpa Jack’s point of view. He smiled. Rose had been primed to start with something naughty right off the bat and see how Grandpa Jack reacted before proceeding.

"That’s good … I was hoping you weren’t, actually,” Grandpa Jack remarked. He nodded approvingly and grinned. “Did you know none of my granddaughters wore panties to go eat pizza yesterday?" he continued, smiling. “In fact, my twin granddaughters—you saw them, right? Well, they never wear anything under their dresses; I believe your father may have noticed…?” he inquired with a toothy grin.

The tall blonde girl nodded. "Yeah, he saw that one girl’s naked puss and her butt, plain as day!" she confirmed. "He was sure it was on purpose when one of those twins … those blonde girls who were with you…?" she added questioningly.

"Oh, showing your Dad her pussy was most definitely on purpose—Alicia meant for him to see," Grandpa Jack told her softly, smiling. He contemplated young Rose for a moment, tilting his head to one side appraisingly. "Tell, me honey, did your Dad say if it's okay to show me that you aren’t wearing panties today?" he asked softly.

"Uh huh," she answered simply. "He said I should show you … like if you … like, if you said something cool about the girl he saw—like if you said she really did show herself off on purpose.” She smiled. Her eyes were becoming liquid pools of aroused lust.  “But … I already decided a while ago you could see if you just wanted to … instead of only if you said the girl wanted to show Daddy her ass and stuff….”

Grandpa Jack grinned to himself. Young Rose had decided she was going to get some strange today, just to see what it was like, eh?

Rose was grinning more broadly now, much more relaxed than she'd been at first. She was on more familiar ground now, dealing with a male whose eyes told her he wanted her sexually—the same as every boy and  man she’d ever met. They all wanted to see her pussy and fuck her.

“But Daddy is gonna be sooooo happy he wasn’t wrong,” the fifteen-year-old remarked happily. “He’ll like it really much that your … granddaughter was showing off ‘cause she wanted to … and it was okay with you she was doin’ it….”

“Honey, I asked her to do it,” Grandpa Jack said softly. “And that was just ‘cause I didn’t think we could get away with me parking her butt on the table there and fucking her to a fair-thee-well!” he added with a smile. “…Though I’ve done that before, actually,” he observed quietly. “But that was at a barbeque place, not a pizza place.

Rose looked speculatively at the older man relaxing in the driver’s seat in front of her. Grandpa Jack was talking about fucking his granddaughter … and she’d exposed herself to Rose’s father on purpose because Grandpa Jack told her to…. Rose’s father had wanted very badly to know if Grandpa Jack’s family was having sex as was Rose’s—and it appeared they were. Her father was going to be overjoyed, and Rose was thrilled at the possibilities. There was this man … and Mr. Carson—he must be in the house—and all the Carson boys. Lots of boys who would do things with her she’d only received from her father and brothers so far.

The teenage girl’s expression changed subtly—and Grandpa Jack caught it. Miss Rose Stockton had made a decision. He grinned happily.

The pretty teenager undid a catch at the waist of her tight miniskirt and worried the skirt down her hips so it could fall free. For a moment, she stood there, posing and smirking down at Grandpa Jack. She was a moderately tall girl who wore her long blonde hair straight and split down the middle to fall back in a thick wave between her shoulderblades. The girl was hot, and she knew it. Her hips had a provocative curve to them and they slimmed down to beautifully sculpted thighs, calves, and trim ankles below. 

Her angelic lips curved upward in an impish grin. The bulge in Grandpa Jack’s cargo shorts told her the effect her body had on him.

"May I see your breasts, honey?" Grandpa Jack asked. He smiled back at the exhibitionist young girl.

She nodded and tugged the tube top down and off her jutting boobs, then down over her waist and hips. She pushed it down her thighs and off her pretty feet. She gave a little kick, sending the miniskirt off into the living room of the ‘bus’. She was naked, save for the ‘fuck me’ heels that gave her five or six inches more height.

"They're beautiful," Grandpa Jack told her, smiling.

They absolutely were. Her breasts were delicious looking. Pear-shaped, with brown aureoles that seemed blistered and swollen, they perched high on the young girl’s chest and jiggled delightfully with every move she made. Her coral nipples were already erect, begging for some immediate attention.

"Turn around?"

She did, and improvised a little by carefully bending over and spreading her legs a bit without being asked. She shuffled back closer to Grandpa Jack. Her pretty outer labia peeked at Grandpa Jack and he could see the young girl was already a little wet. Either the exertions brought on by her long walk down the sidewalk had generated the moisture, or she was enjoying her impromptu strip tease. He was betting on the latter; she was smiling happily and relaxing more each passing moment.

Grandpa Jack reached out his right hand and carefully inserted his fingers under her crotch and massaged the sweet place over her clitty. Then he gently pried her pussy lips apart with his left hand; his right thumb began plumbing her depths. The girl sighed and spread her feet a little more.

"Back up…?" Grandpa Jack whispered, “…just a little more?" He fondled the girl’s pussy lips and probed her inner labia for a moment.

"Did you have sex with your dad this morning?" Grandpa Jack asked Rose softly. He leaned back, appreciating the incredibly flexible young girl. If he were in the position she was holding, his thigh muscles would be taut as a steel cable, beginning to cramp up, and his back would be tying itself into knots.

Rose shook her head, grinning at Grandpa Jack upside-down. "No," she said. "I wanted me to be … I mean … I wanted to be fresh if things worked out—if y’all were cool—in case you wanted to….”

"Very cool," Grandpa Jack replied softly, nodding. His real question had been whether she and her father had sex regularly. And that had been adequately, though somewhat obliquely, determined by her answer.

He edged forward on his captain’s chair, then abandoned it entirely to kneel on the carpeted floor behind the sexy young girl. Kissing and nipping at the beautifully rounded globes of her butt-cheeks, Grandpa Jack urged her to bend over even further. When the girl’s hands were flat on the floor to support herself, Grandpa Jack continued his assault on the young girl's body by stabbing his tongue as far as it would go into her pussy. She moaned.

"Your mom looked like she wanted to gobble my grandson up right where he stood yesterday," he suggested. He sank his thumb into her drenched cunt up to the webbing between his thumb and forefinger.

"Oh, yeah … uh huh, she was,” Rose sighed after a moment. The sigh morphed into a tiny sob and a whimper as his thumb delved deeper.

"Mama was wild when she got home. She locked the front door and pulled my brothers into the living room and had them do her without even taking her dress off," Rose told him. She smiled back at him from her upside-down stance. “She had one a’ them in her mouth and one in her pussy,” she said naughtily, “…and then they switched around,” she concluded. She wriggled her hips, reveling in the memory.

Grandpa Jack stood and brought Rose up from her bent-over position and turned her around to face him. He took the nude teenager in his arms and kissed her, flicking his tongue at hers, twining with it when she offered.

He took her right breast in his left hand and squeezed gently, molding it in his hand before he bent low to take it in his mouth. He ran his tongue all around the aureole, wetting the sensitive tissue before sucking her nipple, using his teeth to gently nip at the blood-engorged bud.

"Take my clothes off, baby," he instructed, murmuring in her ear.

Obediently, Rose went to her knees and tugged off his sandals, then unbelted his cargo shorts and let them fall. She smiled when Grandpa Jack’s already tumescent cock was exposed immediately. Grandpa Jack was going commando this morning—he almost always did, but Rose didn’t know that. She thought it was something special he’d done just so he could do naughty things to her that much faster.

Taking his cock in her soft hands, she masturbated him gently, working the skin up and down while holding her face up for his kisses. Rose liked to kiss.

Grandpa Jack had found out early in his life that most girls do—it’s the first hint of sexuality revealed in the course of growing up. In fact, he’d proposed a theory to himself—to wit: the lips were an erogenous zone—at least on girls!!

It seemed to be a working hypothesis with a lot of promise and he put in a lot of effort to get good at it. After some years, he concluded girls did like to be kissed and the effect on any particular young female seem to be much greater than the simple touching of lips would seem to warrant. It worked on them on some deeper level; and when they were kissed … well … the opportunity to explore the other erogenous zones opened up quicker than it would have otherwise. 

After some time spent kissing Grandpa Jack, Rose broke away and leaned back a little breathlessly. She regarded the older man for a long moment, her baby-faced features flushed with sexual excitement. Her eyes were liquid pools of heat. Perhaps for the first time in years, an adult male—specifically one who was old enough to be her grandfather—was making a profound impression on her.

She pulled his T-shirt up and off his back, tossing it on the driver's seat, leaving both of them naked. Closing the distance, she mashed her young breasts against his chest, moaned deep in her throat, and guided the head of his cock to her sopping young slit. She worked the head up and down the length of her pussy lips, moaning delicately. 

"Your dad liked seeing my granddaughter's bare butt yesterday, did he?" Grandpa Jack asked the young girl. Bending over slightly, he accompanied the question with nipping little butterfly kisses on her stiff nipples, alternating between her two proudly jutting mounds. 

"Yeah … uh-huh," she answered, as if from a distance. "He wants to have sex with her soooo bad," she whispered. She was humping his hard-on. Her hips rotating smoothly fore and aft to maximize the contact between her labia and Grandpa Jack’s cock.

"That was my granddaughter, Alicia, showing off," Grandpa Jack told her proudly. "She only turned twelve this spring," he said softly. "Does your daddy like twelve-year-old girls?"

"Uaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Rose whined, not answering the man’s question.

Grandpa Jack waited. He twirled Rose’s left nipple between his right thumb and forefinger while he sucked on the right one; then he switched. The girl hiccupped when Grandpa Jack’s hot mouth left one nipple cold and engulfed the other. “Hmmmmmmmm?” he prompted her.

"Yeah," Rose whimpered finally. "I know … I mean, I’m sure he loves twelve-year-olds … is he going to get to…?"

"I think there's a real good chance of some twelve-year-old action for your dad," Grandpa Jack replied. "So long as he's a good guy … you know … assuming he doesn't hurt you and your sisters when he fucks you—know what I mean?"

"Yeah—NO!" Rose responded quickly, “I mean, he isn’t like that … he's real gentle and good with all us girls,” she avowed. She began to pant, clutching Grandpa Jack’s penis more tightly in her small hand and rubbing her slit with it even more desperately .

Grandpa Jack absorbed the new information. It was something he’d had to know before things went further. He exhaled softly. What young Rose was doing to his cock was having a powerful effect.

"I've been fucking my twelve-year-old granddaughters for … four years now—since they were eight," Grandpa Jack confided softly. "How long has your father been doing it with you?"

"Since I was eleven," the aroused young woman told him. She was writhing under his gentle assault on her breasts.

"And you're … now?"

"Fifteen," she said faintly.

"Four years too! How ‘bout that. We all discovered fucking and sucking amongst our families right about the same time; isn't that interesting?" Grandpa Jack grinned. "Kind of like karma is working for us, doesn’t it?" His tongue flicked round her hard, ruby-red left nipple. “Or should that be … Kama … do we have the Kama Sutra working for us?” he asked absentmindedly.

"Huh?" Rose was in no condition to discuss karma, or whatever else he’d said. What she needed was a nice cock stuffed up her torrid little box. Her Daddy and brothers never made her wait like this.

She squirmed more desperately with each passing stroke of Grandpa Jack’s tongue. She hadn’t noticed one of Grandpa Jack’s hands winding its way back down her body to her pussy. In seconds, his fingers were delving inside Rose’s puffy outer labia, isolating her clitty and teasing it from the protecting fleshy hood.

"Do you want me to fuck you, fifteen-year-old Rose?" Grandpa Jack asked her gently, urging her back and to the side to the closest couch.

"God, yes," she moaned. "I want it so bad."

Just aft of the main entrance into the living area was a three-cushion sofa with high arms on the ends that practically begged for girls to be bent over them. Grandpa Jack walked young Rose to the closest sofa arm, folded her over at the waist and placed her hands down on the seat cushion. He was within an inch of skewering her pussy with his cock when she suddenly jerked up.

"WAIT!—I can’t—I have to…!” DANG IT!" she wailed. "I got to call my dad … where … my cell…?” She started a sideways movement for her pile of clothing.

Grandpa Jack held her locked in place with his hands on her hips. He bellied up against her again, more tightly this time, trapping the young girl securely between his body and the sofa armrest.

Rose automatically reset her feet to a wider stance and readied herself for the older man’s cock. Her body had made a decision to forget the danged phone call in favor of being fucked immediately, no matter what her brain wanted her to do.

Without pausing any longer, Grandpa Jack aimed his cock through her sopping outer labia and plunged in, seating his penis deep in the teenager’s overheated vagina. He set up a fast paced thrust-and-withdrawal, ramming her deep and pulling back almost out of her entirely.

“OOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” she howled, oblivious of anything except her own need.

“Rose, honey?” Grandpa Jack asked softly.

“Mmmmm?”

“Would you like to see what my family is doing in the house?”

She nodded, but didn’t waste energy speaking. She didn’t care what anyone else was doing … not really. What she wanted, was Grandpa Jack’s dick to keep pumping in and out of her cunt.

After a few moments, Grandpa Jack slowed to a slow, rhythmic pounding into the young girl’s body. Rose adjusted her stance, picked up her left knee and hoisted it onto the sofa arm. It opened her up even more than she’d been, allowing Grandpa Jack to drive deeper into her. She thrust her left hand behind her and caught the flesh over his hipbone in her fist. She tried to pull him into her even more strongly than he already was.

Grinning happily at Rose’s passion, Grandpa Jack slowed his thrusts still further. Reaching behind him to the left he sought to touch the onboard computer’s command screen. He tapped on the main menu and with a few hand flourishes, scrolled quickly through several submenus. A touch on the final one … and the far end of the living room of the big RV was filled with the sound of a powerful electric motor.

A massive 77-inch, Ultra High Definition flat screen slowly descended from the bus’ ceiling. When it was vertical, the big screen turned itself on and displayed a view of the Carson’s family-sex playroom. The resolution on the slightly curved screen was superb; many times the industry standard. The image was fantastically sharp; even the smallest item was visible in superb detail.

Rose stopped thrusting back into Grandpa Jack’s onslaught for a moment as she took in the sight of a whole room full of people engaged in sex of one kind or another. “Wow!” she mumbled. 

Grandpa Jack tossed a cordless remote control joystick on the sofa cushion beside the impaled teenage girl. “Go ahead, see if you can find anyone you know in there,” Grandpa Jack told Rose.

She wedged the control between the first and second cushions and waggled it around to get used to it. The image on the huge screen rotated left—then right— it dipped, only to rise again as the camera inside the house (slaved to the outside controller) answered commands from the joystick.

“Darn … that’s Park … and there’s Lloyd,” she said in hushed tones. Parker Carson was taking his sister Colette from behind, just like Grandpa Jack was fucking Rose. Lloyd was in front of Colette with his dick deep in Colette’s sucking mouth. “They look … yummy,” Rose remarked.

The boys looked up sharply, directly into the camera lens, and waved. Parker gave the camera a thumb’s up and could be seen laughing cheerfully.

“Oh my God!” Rose squealed. “Can they see us?”

“Absolutely,” Grandpa Jack replied jovially. “…And they can hear us too,” he added. He tapped another option on the touch screen. “And now, you can hear them as well as watch….”

“Hey Parker … Lloyd!” Grandpa Jack called. “How’s it goin’, Colette?”

The boys and their sister waved enthusiastically on the enormous TV screen. “FINE, GRANDPA!!” they yelled. “YOU HAVIN’ FUN?”

“I’M HAVIN’ THE MOST FUN IN THE WORLD!!” Grandpa Jack replied. He moderated his voice. It wasn’t necessary to shout. “Say hello to naked Rose, guys,” he suggested

“HI, NAKED ROSE,” the boys bawled. “YOU LIKE FUCKIN’ GRANDPA?”

“Hi,” Rose replied weakly, not entirely sure how to react to questions while being fucked on live TV and able to watch other people also madly fucking on-screen. “Uhhh, yeah!” she continued belatedly. “I like it … a lot….”

“COOOOOOOOL!” the goys hollered in unison. “WHEN YOU GET THROUGH WITH OUR GRANDPA, COME ON IN AND WE’LL … DO SOMETHING NASTY, OKAY?” Lloyd called.

Rose nodded uncertainly. The boys saw the gesture, though. They waved again before returning to their animated efforts to screw their sister senseless. Rose watched for a moment, then moved the camera focus around experimentally. She stared as the lens picked up a vast room full of naked kids, teenagers, and adults mixing around in various sexual combinations. Couples, threesomes, and foursomes …and moresomes. The Carsons were showing off their inventiveness.

The whole room was a roiling mass of sexual activity … except for one lone girl standing off to the side of the shower room, standing alone and unattended. She smiled when she saw the camera spotlight her. She waved cheerfully, then turned around, bent forward and used her hands behind her to open up her butt cheeks.

The marvelously sharp image offered by the cutting-edge HD TV showed her spread outer labia and rosy anus in glorious detail. The girl’s sex was already glisteningly wet; her pretty pussy lips were glowing and her ass hole already dilated and ready for action. After a long moment, the beautiful young girl turned back around and held up a sign that had been resting on the floor beside her.

	‘WANTED—ONE CAR SALESMAN FOR A NICE, LONG BUTT-FUCKING!’

The girl smiled toothily and turned around again. She wiggled her ass suggestively. 

At that point, Grandpa Jack spoke into the empty air again. “Lolita?” he called, keying the computer system to muffle the audio input and output from other sources.

"Yes, darling?" the computer responded in the sexy woman's voice Grandpa Jack had programmed into the system.

Astounded, Rose’s giggled.

"Analyze anomalous cell phone connections in ‘bus’, please Lolita," Grandpa Jack directed.

"One anomaly detected, you sexy grandpa you," the computer’s lilting voice responded.

Rose tittered, thoroughly entertained.

"Clone function—initiate, please, Lolita. Clone the anomaly and identify clone as 'Rose's Cell Phone'—Save clone ‘Rose’s cell phone’ in Folder, ‘Anomalous Communication Devices’!"

"Subroutine complete! Rose's Cell Phone saved to folder Anomalous Communication Devices,” the sultry voice responded. “Is that all, you sexy devil?” the computer asked.

"No, Lolita. If you would, activate 'Rose's Cell Phone', please. A faint buzz filled the room. “Lolita, accept dial command from anomalous voice input, one instance only," Grandpa Jack commanded. “Allow anomalous voice input for conversation—duration indefinite also, please Lolita.”

“Then will you fuck me, Grandpa?” the suggestive voice of the computer asked hopefully. “I promise I’ll respect you in the morning….”

Rose snickered delightedly.

“We’ll talk,” Grandpa Jack promised. It was a preset signal to end the sexy voice routine and go back to normal operations.

"Tell the computer your father’s phone number … slowly and distinctly," Grandpa Jack whispered in the girl's ear, “…and then just speak normally, sugar." He bent the bemused and highly entertained girl more forward, centered himself behind her again and resumed plowing his cock into her drenched pussy.

Rose pronounced the numbers well enough for the system to understand, and a connection was made almost instantly. The ‘bus’ was its own cell ‘tower’ and it made contact with the phone number ‘dialed’ without having to go through the established cell phone network of towers scattered over the prairie and nearby town.

Rose’s father had fast reflexes. He answered before the first ring was really complete. 

"Rose?" He was clearly anxious.

"Yes, Daddy," she answered in a strangled voice. “Nnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggghhhhhh!!” 

Grandpa Jack rammed his cock deeper inside, withdrew, and slammed it back inside her.

"Rose, honey? Are you okay?" It sounded like Daddy had been having second thoughts about what he’d sent his oldest daughter to do.

"I'm okay, Daddy," Rose said with an effort. Her voice was choked and gasping. Then she relaxed. "Daddy … everything is really, really good," she drawled, wriggling her hips and getting Grandpa Jack more firmly seated inside her steaming cunt. She paused for a second, relishing the slick friction of Grandpa Jack's penis buffing the walls of her vagina, massaging and stroking, seeking out places she loved touched by invading cocks.

Rose cleared her throat and tried to concentrate. "Uhhhh … Daddy? They're just like us, Daddy," she said finally. Grandpa Jack assumed that was a code they’d agreed upon before Rose set off on her seduction tour.

"Are you sure, honey? We can’t afford to…," Rose's dad said dubiously. He didn’t have any idea he was on the most elaborate speaker phone in the state—he thought he was talking privately to his little girl.

"I'm sure, Dad!" she replied emphatically. She giggled and thrust backward into Grandpa Jack’s groin.

"Baby, we have to be so careful—"

Rose lost patience with her father.

"DADDY! Listen to me. Grandpa Jack is fucking me RIGHT NOW!!! NOW !!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I’M SAYING!!??" she yelled.

She took a deep breath.

“Daddy…,” she said more reasonably, “…they’re … everyone … everybody in the whole family is fucking in there—inside Mr. ‘n Mrs.’ Carson’s house—Mrs. Carson and some other woman who looks like just her, and all the boys … an’ the girls too.” She took a deep gulp of air. 

“An’ Grandpa Jack has this RV that talks to him, Daddy, like a sexy woman and there’s this humongous TV … and no one can see inside and….” Her voice trailed off. It was hard to stay focused while she was being fucked so strongly by the new man in her life.

“Daddy, ever’thing’s cool, okay?” Rose summarized for her father. Her voice was calm and serious. “Everyone up here is doing each other … just like we do, okay?”

There was a perhaps … stunned … silence at the other end of the connection.

"Tell him the twelve-year-old girl whose butt he saw yesterday is in the Carson's house right now and she's naked, just waiting for a nice man to fuck her," Grandpa Jack murmured in Rose's ear.

"Daddy?" Rose said hoarsely. She was having difficulty handling all the sensory input from her vagina, watching the debauchery inside the house, and yet still trying to speak coherently to her father.

"Dad…," she said more firmly. "Listen to me. The girl you saw yesterday … well she's in the Carson's house right now and she's stark naked, Daddy, and so is her twin sister … and if you want to fuck … uh … uh … ONE of her, Daddy … you better get down here quick before someone else does! Everyone needs to get here now!" she said.

The connection was broken from the other end. After five seconds with no audio input, the motor home's computer cut off the cellular access.

Grandpa Jack chuckled. "Daddy's moving too fast to talk now, huh?"

"They'll probably be here in a minute, " Rose said distractedly. She bent over a little extra and pooched out her ass a little bit more so Grandpa Jack could slide in a little deeper. 

"Fuck me deeper, Grandpa Jack?"

"What is it you want me to do, honey? I didn't quite hear you," he said, thrusting slowly into the girl's oven-like cunt.

"Fuck me!" she replied. She pushed her butt back into his thrust impatiently.

"Who's fucking you?" he asked, raising his voice. He probed inward slowly.

"YOU ARE!" Rose wailed, bucking hard, throwing her head around and desperately trying to get him moving faster.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Grandpa Jack cupped her left ass-cheek in his hand and helped her raise her butt a little higher. He maneuvered Rose around until she was more to the front of the sofa, facing it and with her left knee still in place on the sofa arm. He knew this would expose her even more to cameras mounted in the driver's cab. The one mounted low on the console—it was only eighteen inches off the floor—should have an exciting view. For the moment, Rose's drooling pussy was on display to the whole world … well, the world who had access to the encrypted cable feed from the ‘bus’ into the Carson residence anyway. He mugged for the cameras, smiling broadly.

"Your neighbors are watching you get fucked!" he said to the straining girl. "See them watching?" He nodded his head at the HD screen on the back wall.

"WOW!" he cried in mock concern. "You see Parker hammering his cock into his sister’s cunt? My God! There’s one of my twin granddaughters—she’s fucking her Uncle Stewart! Damn, that only leaves one for your Daddy!! He better get here fast!!"

"FUCK ME!" Rose screamed, flailing around as if she was possessed.

"WHO DO YOU WANT TO FUCK YOU??" Grandpa Jack bellowed.

"YOU!!" she wailed.

"WHO AM I?" he roared.

"GRANDPA JACK!!" she screamed. "FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME! … FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE GRANDPA JACK…!!!

♀♂♀

"You are a nasty, dirty old man!" Rose drawled lazily, shaking a reproving finger behind her in the general direction of Grandpa Jack, "…making me cum like a nasty ol’ ho like that!" she added, sighing contentedly.

The fifteen-year-old sex dynamo was lying where her orgasm had dropped her. Standing as Grandpa Jack had posed her—her right foot on the carpet and her left shin up on the sofa arm had made her unstable. Then, when Grandpa Jack slammed his cock in her for the last time, drenching her cunt and pussy lips with his cum, she’d collapsed onto the sofa, her hips still solidly atop the sofa arm and her torso draped down onto the seat cushions.

She’d crawled forward a couple of feet, so now her knees were on sofa arm and her curved torso was flat on the seat cushions. Her elbows were braced on the seat and her hands cupped her chin as she watched the HD TV at the rear of the RV living area.

Rose’s beautifully rounded bubble-butt was on display. Grandpa Jack thought if he turned the temperature down a few degrees, he'd be able to see steam rising from young Rose's volcano-like cunt.

"Guilty as charged," Grandpa Jack replied cheerfully. He walked from the computer station back to the sofa and bent over to kiss the fifteen-year-old girl's lips. She had to crane her face up to meet his. "And you loved every second of this nasty, dirty ol' man fuckin' you!" he remarked.

Rose sighed expressively. A teenager's first reaction is to deny anything an adult asserts. It’s automatic. But … some things could be denied, and others could not. As Grandpa Jack had told her repeatedly, everyone in the house had seen her being fucked by the older man—and that it was being recorded—so there was video evidence what he said was absolutely true.

"Yeah…," the fifteen-year-old agreed languorously, wriggling her hips a little. She could get used to fucking in front of a big TV. It added a little zing to it. She looked at the HDTV screen. There was a lot of fucking going on in the house. She turned back to Grandpa Jack.

"You sure don't look like a grandpa," she observed, reprising a thought she’d kept to herself earlier. She took in his muscular frame, the flat belly … and his still hard penis probing the air in front of him with every step.

"I have four grown daughters and a whole passel a' grandkids who beg to differ," he laughed.

"You have sex with all a' the girls?" she asked curiously.

"Absolutely!" Grandpa Jack replied cheerfully. "As often as possible."

"And nobody minds … like … Mrs. Carson's husband doesn't care if you do her?"

"Nah," Grandpa Jack said. "He's too busy fucking one of his nieces … the twins … or one of his daughters," he said, grinning. "Or maybe he's doin' that cute Sabrina Fletcher," he added.

"Mizzus Fletcher from the Steak and Quail?" Rose asked after a moment, her eyes wide and staring.

"Or one of her daughters, maybe," Grandpa Jack remarked.

Rose turned back to the screen to watch the increasingly hot orgy inside the Carson's. She spotted Sabrina Fletcher finally, moving from one side of the room over to accost a young boy with a hard-on and fall to her knees to take the youngsters cock in her mouth.

"Dang!" the teenager breathed. "I never knew she….”

"Hot little firecracker too," Grandpa Jack commented. "She says her grandparents were gypsies who came from Hungary."

"Gypsies?" Rose mouthed. The very word aroused images of dark nights under the stars, whirling dancers around a campfire, and erotic adventures in the shadows. Rose was impressed.

"My turn for a question," Grandpa Jack said. He walked to the sofa and stepped up behind the teenager.

"Mmmmm?"

"Was this the first time you ever had sex with a grown man … besides your father?" he asked.

"Uh-huh," she answered, looking at him curiously.

Grandpa Jack nodded. "You know there are two grownup men in the house yonder who're going to want to fuck that hot pussy of yours, right?"

"Yeah?" she asked interestedly. "Today? I mean after you already did it to me?"

"Well … maybe after you take a shower and douche," Grandpa Jack replied.

Rose's eyes narrowed. "I didn't bring….”

"Not a problem," Grandpa Jack said. "There’s plenty in my bathroom here on the ‘bus’, and there's tons of it inside the house too," he assured her.

Rose nodded. She eyed his cock. "Are we going to do it again?" she asked sweetly, smiling invitingly.

"I was just thinking about that!" Grandpa Jack remarked, "I mean … what with your beautiful little ass stickin' up in the air like that and looking soooo fine and all…," he grinned. He positioned himself at the end of the sofa, took her ankles in both hands and pulled her hips back astride the sofa arm.

"What do you think? You want to?" he asked.

When she nodded and wriggled her hips delightedly. She grinned over her shoulder at the older man. Grandpa Jack fisted his cock and guided it between her swollen outer labia and blood-reddened inner lips while the young girl watched the HD widescreen raptly. Grandpa Jack had keyed up a replay of the RV’s living room over the past few minutes. Now Rose was watching her own recent fucking.

Grandpa Jack's cummy semen still covered her pussy lips and her own juices made for a slick, smooth entry. He drove forward steadily, pushing the head of his cock down at a gradual, but unrelenting pace. Rose groaned luxuriously, loving the feeling of Grandpa Jack's manhood jam itself deep in her vagina.

Someone knocked, rapping hard on the outside door just behind them.

"Damn it to … I mean … dang it!" Grandpa Jack said, hauling back the curse he almost uttered. He'd turned off the bus’ surveillance monitor when Rose stepped up to the ‘bus’. He'd forgotten to turn it back on.

He slowly withdrew from the teenager's cunt and she mewled in protest. When he was completely out of Rose's bald pussy lips, Grandpa Jack turned to viciously slap at the inoffensive computer screen to bring up the security program.

A naked woman in high heels was just outside the bus’ main entry. Grandpa Jack’s mood changed instantly.

"That's my mom," Rose said, turning to watch. It was an unnecessary identification, because Grandpa Jack remembered the woman quite well from the pizzeria yesterday.

Rose suppressed a couple of pants—she had wormed her right hand underneath her and was stroking her own clitty. "We could lock the door and say we didn’t hear her," she said hopefully.

"Or," Grandpa Jack said thoughtfully, "we could invite her to the party."

Rose whimpered a protest. Sharing was not one of her strong points.

Grandpa Jack expanded the view to view the activity going on behind Mrs. Stockton. A crowd of naked boys and girls … and a naked Mr. Stockton stood at the Carson’s front door pressing the doorbell impatiently. Their big SUV was parked in the driveway.

When Tracy answered her front door, stark naked, Mr. Stockton grinned maniacally, took her right hand in his and bent over it to kiss it. The Stockton boys' jaws all dropped precipitously.

“GET INSIDE,” Tracy bellowed unceremoniously. “WHERE YOU BEEN, FOR PETE’S SAKE? THE PARTY’S ALREADY STARTED!!!”

Tracy waved in the direction of the bus. “HI MARILYN! LOOKIN’ GOOD, HONEY!” she bawled. Then Tracy calmly went back inside her home. The naked Stocktons, minus Mom, were ushered inside; the door shut firmly behind them.

Grandpa Jack grinned. Had to hand it to his youngest daughter. She knew how keep a party going at a heavy boil. 

Grandpa Jack touched the computer screen and cleared it. He brought up another menu. Killing the view immediately outside his door with a quick swipe, he chose the option to return to a full surveillance scheme—front, rear, and both sides. He wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. Then he slapped the virtual button that opened the bus’ door.

Marilyn Stockton made a cute little curtsy as the door opened wide. So far as he knew, it was the first naked curtsy Grandpa Jack had ever seen. He wondered why the lithe movement had ever fallen out of favor. 

When the tall blond woman negotiated the steps, she paused just inside and inspected the computer setup at her right. It looked complicated, compact, and thoroughly professional. She nodded approvingly.

To her left, her daughter was sprawled, naked and bottom up, over a sofa arm. Mama Stockton sniffed. The aroma of hot sex still hung heavy in the air. She snorted. Rose had been sent up the street to see if Grandpa Jack had been bluffing or not; the girl had found out alright.

Marilyn peered all around, taking stock of the motor home's lavish furnishings. The spacious driving compartment to her right looked like an airliner’s cockpit. Across from the main door where she was standing, on the port side of the RV, was a compact little kitchenette that looked capable of providing meals for just about any number of diners. Aft of the kitchenette were a couple of sturdy, overstuffed chairs and a loveseat.

On the rear wall, between two doors leading further aft, was a truly gigantic HD television on the far wall; the resolution was incredible … and apparently it was hooked up to a camera that could be controlled from within the RV, because whenever Rose moved the joystick she had in her hands, the view onscreen changed. Marilyn watched the high definition orgy going on in the Carson home.

Marilyn nodded sagely waving her hands in an arc around the bus’ interior. "We need one of these … I never knew it before today … but Gordon's gonna buy one real soon," she commented, grinning. “He just doesn’t know it yet,” she added.

The naked woman put her hands on her hips, spread her feet, and asked, "…so what's next … Mr. Grandpa Jack?" she asked.

"Well, first, on behalf of men and boys everywhere," Grandpa Jack remarked, "…may I say how grateful we are for women who take the time to make their pretty pussies nice and bald … and smooth as a baby's butt," he told her. He put his hands together in a gesture of supplication and bowed slightly while she chuckled.

He came back up and looked the woman over. She was tall, big-breasted, and had gorgeous legs. She wasn't entirely comfortable with her stark nakedness in front of a stranger yet, but she wasn’t trying to hide anything either; and she was clearly getting more at ease by the second.

"Well … I was just about to fuck your young daughter's hot pussy," Grandpa Jack replied, smiling lasciviously, “…but … we can always add one more,” he said.

Marilyn’s attention was recaptured by the enormous OLED television.

"I'll be damned," Marilyn Stockton muttered to herself, watching as the naked figure of her husband strode hastily across the room on the screen and approached the young girl who'd been in the pizzeria yesterday. When the girl nodded and took Gordon's cock in her hand and led him aside to a cushioned futon, Marilyn was a little stunned.

"My hubby’s not wasting any time, huh?" she remarked. 

“As I understand it, your husband’s imagination was slammed into high gear after Alicia indulged herself and allowed a tiny bit of her exhibitionistic tendencies to overwhelm her," Grandpa Jack replied. “Or rather, Alicia allowed me to indulge some of my licentious tendencies—and curiosity about the Stocktons.” 

"Yeah … you yanked his chain pretty durn good," Marilyn remarked dryly. "We weren't even finished with our brunch before he pushed us out of the house … naked … into the truck to get up here. If it hadn’t started, he’d have made us run naked all the way up here, he’s so damn horny?"

Grandpa Jack chuckled. "I'm glad he did," he said, eyeing Marilyn's body. “My daughter Candy and her family … and me too … have been worrying a lot about wasting time on our little road trip—I’m glad to see we haven’t wasted any today.

Marilyn tore her eyes off the TV and came back to Grandpa Jack, taking a second look at his athletic body and hard prick standing up proudly from his groin.

"Can I say what I want?" she asked.

"Ask…!" Grandpa Jack replied succinctly, smiling. “…And ye shall … get it!" he added.

“GRANDPA!!” The urgent call came from the 77-inch monitor screen at the rear of the RV’s living space.

“HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!”

Rose worked the joystick around until nine-year-old Vincent Carson, leaping up and down and waving his arms excitedly, was centered in the screen.

Rose was tickled by the sight of Vincent’s prick flopping up and down. She giggled.

Mrs. Stockton was utterly fascinated.

“Hi, Vinnie,” Grandpa Jack replied. “What’s up? We see you….”

Vincent grinned toothily at the camera. “HI, MRS. STOCKTON!” he yelled.

“Hi, Vincent,” Marilyn responded with a catch in her throat. “Vincent,” she said … if it’s okay with your mother, you can call me Marilyn, if you want to…,” she told the boy, “…considering what everyone in there is doing and stuff like that…,” she said, tailing off at the end. “And also considering what I’m going to do to you when I get in there,” she added with a naughty grin.

“Nah, she won’t mind,” Vincent said more quietly. Since he’d glanced away a second ago, and then immediately assumed a defensive expression, he’d probably seen a gesture directing him to lower his volume about a thousand per cent.

“But it’s nastier if I call you Mrs. Stockton when we’re playing sexy; my mom really likes it when I call her mommy when she’s fucking me, see?”

Marilyn smiled slowly. “I do see, Vincent … son,” she replied.

A question occurred to her. “Where’s the camera in here,” she asked Grandpa Jack.

“There are four on each side of a big TV in Tracy’s playroom,” he replied. “The computer takes all their input, combines them, sorts out the optimum merged feed and sends it to any screen I designate—right now that’s the big one here in the ‘bus’,” he explained. “But in here … there are a number of very high quality cameras looking at you right now, Marilyn,” he added, “…and that’s what the folks inside are seeing….”

He stepped to the command center and raced through a couple of screens to select a menu option. Abruptly, the big screen split in half. The orgy in the Carson home was on the left, while smaller images from the various camera angles in the RV were displayed on the right.

“Oh, my,” Marilyn breathed. She waved her hands and watched herself on all the little screens. She grinned, turned uncertainly a couple of times, then walked to the cameras imbedded in the console in the driver’s compartment. One pair of cameras was clearly not more than eighteen inches off the floor. She stood over them, spread her legs and posed herself there, putting her hairless groin on display.

Grandpa Jack used the computer touch screen to obligingly tilt the lens upward to capture the show. “See that, Vinnie?” Grandpa Jack asked.

“We sure do!” Vincent replied. He gave a long wolf whistle. “It’s beautiful, Mrs. Stockton!” he added.

Grandpa Jack touched the zoom button and magnified Marilyn’s pussy lips until they filled the whole of the right side of the screen.

“Mommmy, your pussy’s HUGE!!!” Rose laughed.

The three of them chuckled for a long moment.

“Grandpa??” Vincent called out, a trifle impatiently. Grandpa Jack had forgotten the young boy had a reason he wanted to talk to the people in the ‘bus’.

“I’m sorry, Vinnie,” Grandpa Jack said contritely. He tapped the touch screen and returned the view to one of the Carson play room. “What can we do for you?”

Vincent looked around him, then back up to the camera lens. “Can we come out there?” His hands made a swirling gesture to indicate something near by.

Rose promptly zoomed out with her control, and a small group of children around Vincent was revealed. They waved.

“Can we come out?” Vincent asked again.

Grandpa Jack looked at Marilyn and then Rose. He’d been about to have sex with the mother and then the daughter again … but there were other guys around who wanted the same thing. And since there were also girls in the crowd with Vincent, it seemed as if there might be an equitable distribution in the offing….

Marilyn and Rose watched Grandpa Jack to see what he was going to do. The three of them smiled at each other.
 
“Heck, yeah … come on out!” Grandpa Jack replied. He turned to the computer and opened the bus’ primary outside door. In a moment, Vincent exited the house and sauntered toward Grandpa Jack’s ‘bus’ with two young girls and another young boy in tow. At the last minute, Parker and Lloyd Carson shouldered their way out the door and trotted toward the ‘bus’ behind the group of youngsters. They were all naked, which was sensible. There was no one in the neighborhood to see the lewd display of young flesh.

“Hi, Grandpa,” Vincent said, greeting his naked grandfather. “Grandpa, this is Christina … she’s twelve … and this is Annette. She’s seven…!”

Annette nodded, her big eyes wide and full of youthful excitement.

“They wanted to meet you, Grandpa,” Vincent said. “And me ‘n Jerry wanted to meet Mrs. Stockton!” he said firmly.

Vincent leaned in Marilyn’s direction. “Jerry’s ten!” he told her in a loud whisper.

Marilyn smiled at the boys warmly, looking them over carefully. The boys’ cocks already hard and jutting out proudly from their hairless groins. Jerry’s dick wasn’t much longer than a roll of pennies, but it was maybe a tad thicker than that roll. Vincent’s was somewhat longer and fatter. Marilyn’s smile took on new depth as she surveyed the boys; Marilyn liked what she saw. 

Marilyn took one boy’s hand in each of hers and made her way to the small sofa on the port side of the coach and sat down with one boy on either side. Her grin was wide and toothy. Mrs. Marilyn Stockton was immensely pleased, and it showed.

“And I’m Parker … this’s Lloyd … and we’re here to make Rose happy, happy, happy!!” Parker Carson announced, apparently to Mama Stockton.

The two older boys vaulted up the steps and rushed through the doorway into the RV’s living room. They stopped in front of fifteen-year-old Rose.

“Hi, Rose,” Lloyd said excitedly. “Are you through having sex today?”

Rose shook her head bemusedly. Her eyes were on the boys’ erections; they were bobbing and dancing just in front of her face. She was entranced. “No,” she decided, “…I’m not through.” She smiled and took one hard-on in each hand.

“Cool,” Parker interjected. He sat on Rose’s left, Lloyd on her right. “Rose,” Parker said seriously, taking Rose’s left hand in both of his and peering into her eyes, “…does ‘double-team’ mean anything to you?”

Grandpa Jack turned away, smiling. If Rose didn’t already know what the phrase meant, she was going to get an education in the matter very shortly.

Marilyn had dropped off the sofa to the carpet and the two young boys were standing in front of her now; she was sucking one junior-sized penis, then the other. Mrs. Stockton was going to get a two-on-one experience of her own momentarily—and then there might be some swapping around and readjustments happening among the boys and girls in the living room.

He looked down at Marilyn’s two daughters whose eyes were darting everywhere, trying to keep track of what was happening with their mother and sister … but also watching Grandpa Jack to see what was coming next.

“Y’all want to stay and watch?” Grandpa Jack asked them, “…or we can go in the bedroom an’ stretch out on the bed…,” he suggested, gesturing aft.

Christina wheeled and started making her way to the rear of the coach, eying the big OLED television all the way. Little Annette followed, her short legs pumping as she hurried after her big sister. Grandpa Jack shrugged and tried to catch up.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Christina Stockton lay on her back, limp and exhausted. Her chest heaved from time to time as she struggled to recover from the energetic fucking she’d just received. Boobs the size of small oranges lifted with each breath, their tingling nipples still as hard as ruby-colored pebbles on a circle of tan areola. The twelve-year-old had her mother’s Scandinavian blond hair, flashing eyes, a pert nose and soft, pink lips. She was as baby-faced as Rose and just as cute. She’d have her mother’s big breasts too one day. She had a youth’s hard, flat stomach and silky smooth mound. Her legs were slender and tapered deliciously down to shapely calves and delicately boned ankles. In Grandpa Jack’s mind, the twelve-year-old girl was made for sex, perhaps even more so than her fifteen-year-old sister, Rose, the girl most guys considered was a sex goddess incarnate.

She’d eagerly climbed aboard Grandpa Jack’s cock cowgirl style, and had ridden him hard until she came a gusher. She raved all the while, mostly unintelligibly in a little-girl’s voice that Grandpa Jack surmised was a trademark of the Stockton girls. Young Christina had shrieked her way through each climax she’d risen to. Grandpa Jack had made her cum hard … four times … and he’d only stopped when she begged him too. Her nerves wouldn’t stop jangling enough for her to stand any more carnal onslaught. 

“You made Christina cum lots,” Annette announced, smirking at her sister. “She’s all messy now,” the seven-year-old added, pointing at Christina’ cummy pussy lips.

Christina sighed and her fingers moved slightly, smearing Grandpa Jack’s pearly-grey cum all around her pussy and mixing it with the leavings of her own sex honey. Every once in a while, her breath caught in her throat when a quake of leftover passion swirled around in her cunt. She opened one eye, gave her sister a once-over and then smiled tiredly at Grandpa Jack. “I jus’ need a little rest,” she whispered, “jus’ a little res’….”

Annette shifted slightly, she was laying on top of Grandpa Jack instead of her fresh fucked older sister, comfortably resting her little-girl elbows on his rib cage so she could look him in the eyes and chat with him. Her thighs slid to the outside of his hips; her knees touched the bed. Thus braced, the little girl squirmed her body around on Grandpa Jack’s body to stimulate herself; every so often she wiggled backward down the adult male’s body until her slit and his dick lined up so she could worm her tiny slit up and down Grandpa Jack’s cockshaft.

“Do you like little girls too…?” Annette asked interestedly, “…like you do big girls like my sisters?”

“I certainly do,” Grandpa Jack assured her with a smile. He was about ready to start the festivities all over again here on his king-sized bed.

“That’s good,” Annette commented. She paused. “I like big men,” she confided. “I like littler guys too … like my brothers … and I like really young boys too!” she said triumphantly. Her grin was wide and infectious.

Grandpa Jack had to smile back at the tyke. At seven, cute and innocent-faced young Annette was an earthy little sprite, happy with her degree of sensuality, and eager to explore more. Little Annette thought it was just a wonderful world. She had a great family with lots of brothers … and her Dad … for sex and she loved them all. And now she had all these other guys, like Grandpa Jack, to do naughty things with….

Grandpa Jack took the little girl in his arms and rolled her off to his right, away from her sister, to get some room. He surveyed the youngster laying quietly under his gaze. Annette had puffy little places on her chest where breasts would someday grow, but for now she just had aureolas the size of nickels that rose not much higher than two real nickels stacked one atop the other. In the center were small eraser-sized nubbins that were going to develop into prominent, and thoroughly suckable nipples. 

Her short, athletic little legs parted a little, and Grandpa Jack’s attention went to little Annette’s pretty pussy lips.

Working his body backward, and then over Annette’s right leg, Grandpa Jack took her ankles in his big hands and spread Annette’s legs wide. He smiled down at the young girl, dividing his attention between her child-like face and her satin-smooth, bald little pussy. He bent, settling with his face between Annette’s thighs. He gave her mons pubis a tender kiss.

Annette liked that—a lot! Her thighs spread wider and she lifted her lower legs high, then deposited them over Grandpa Jack’s shoulders. She wriggled; unable to contain herself.

Little Annette’s pussy was as tight as two lobes of a fresh peach. There didn’t seem to be any opening between them to explore, but Grandpa Jack’d seen the little girl easily insert one of her own fingers while he fucked Christina. Annette had plunged her finger vigorously into and out of this cute pussy … without any sign of distress.

Grandpa Jack gently parted Annette’s outer labia with his fingers and bent to fill his nostrils with the aroma of a young girl-child in heat. He licked at the bottom of her tiny slit, working it more open with his tongue and slipping his tonguetip through the outer lips right to the verge of her vagina.

Annette’s breathing was becoming labored and shallow.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” she whimpered softly. 

Annette’s hands clamped tight on Grandpa Jack’s wrists for support. Her groin began to rise and fall in time with his licking, imperceptibly at first, then with increasing distance and greater momentum.

Grandpa Jack was amazed to see how much pussy juice the little girl was already producing. The sweet honey was flowing freely; he lapped it up and went back for more. The more he lapped, the more generously it streamed out.

Grandpa Jack stroked the little girl’s pussy from top to bottom, then back up, slathering her slit and making the young girl murmur happily. He drove his tongue inside her outer labia, fucking in and out slowly. 

Annette’s torso arched off the bed in reaction.  “ANNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she screeched. “ANNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” She began to squeal in time with every stab of Grandpa Jack’s tongue. “ANH-ANH-ANH-ANH-ANH-ANH-ANH-ANH-ANH-ANH-ANH-ANH-ANH-ANH-ANH-ANNNNNNNNHHHH!!!” she wailed.

Annette churned her immature hips, making it hard for Grandpa Jack to keep his tongue inside the little girl’s pussy. He slipped his hands up under her buttocks and cupped them, holding Annette’s hips steady and glued his lips to Annette’s labia. He drank the sweet nectar gushing from her vagina, gulping it down and wanting more.

The little girl couldn’t take the tonguing for long. Ten minutes, no longer, and Annette was already out of her mind with wanton lust.

Grandpa Jack lifted his mouth away from Annette’s pussy slit.

“Cum for me baby,” he urged. “Cum for Grandpa Jack, okay?” He dropped his head back down. His tongue knifed deeper than ever before down inside the little opening into the seven-year-old’s vagina. He held it there and wriggled it around. Swirling his tongue all around where Annette’s hymen had slid aside from her cunt, Grandpa Jack set about polishing the tender rim of her vagina with his tongue.

Annette howled. Her fists were filled with clumps of Grandpa Jack’s hair. She couldn’t bear it … she tried to push Grandpa Jack’s head away, but instantly pulled him back. She strained, arching her back; her heels beat a fast tattoo on the older man’s back and shoulders.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” she screamed. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”

Annette’s little body stiffened. Her head thrown back, her face contorted with a very adult-like ecstasy, Annette shuddered, froze, shuddered again … quivered delicately … and then relaxed with a tremulous sigh of relief.

Grandpa Jack lay there, unable to move because every time he tried to pull his head away, Annette, snatched him back by his hair. Eventually, he was able to rest his cheek on Annette’s slim upper thigh and breathe easily again. A few minutes later, he was able to coax her fingers out of his hair. He slowly sat up.

Grandpa Jack’s face was covered with a concoction of Annette’s slowly thickening cunt syrup and his own saliva. He retrieved a towel from the stack beside the bed and began to wipe the blended goo off him while the young child lay cooing peacefully in the afterglow of her orgasm. 

♀♂♀

Fifteen minutes later, Annette was back up on Grandpa Jack’s chest, bumping noses with him and demanding a whole new series of kisses. She punctuated her kisses with a stream of dialogue. Grandpa Jack was learning the girl could talk a blue streak—about everything, anything, or nothing at all.

“Is it alright to call you Grandpa?” the seven-year-old asked seriously. “I mean, I know you’re not my real Grandpa, but is it okay if we just pretend?”

“That’s kinda up to your parents, honey,” Grandpa Jack replied, “but if it’s okay with them, it’s fine with me—I’d be honored to be your pretend Grandpa!” He grinned into Annette’s smiling face.

“I think it’ll be okay with them,” Annette said seriously. “My real grandpa don’t … he doesn’t do stuff like me’n you,” she explained. Her face took on a sad expression.

“I really wish my grandpa would do stuff with me, but Mama says it doesn’t look like he’s interested.  How come wouldn’t he want to do sex with me, Pretend Grandpa?” she asked.

“I have no idea, sugar,” Grandpa Jack said honestly. “I think every grandfather should have a sweet, loving, sexy granddaughter to … uh … do sex with.”

“Me too,” the little girl remarked sagely.

Little Annette looked Grandpa Jack right in the face. Abruptly, her eyes were smoldering pools, lit by licentious sparks deep in the young girl’s soul.

“Are you ready to fuck me now, Pretend Grandpa?” she asked coyly. She kissed Grandpa Jack’s lips more fervently than she had over the past few minutes.

Grandpa Jack figured all the talk about Grandpas and sex stuff with them had been a set up. He chuckled. This little dynamo knew what she wanted and figured she knew how to get it.

“Sugar,” Grandpa Jack began, “I’d love to, but I don’t think your little pussy can take me in it yet … but I would love to lick that pretty, hot, sexy, hot little pussy again….”

“Wrong answer, Pretend Grandpa!” It was twelve-year-old Christina, apparently recovered enough to offer commentary. 

Grandpa Jack glanced at her. The twelve-year-old had rolled over onto her belly, her feet kicking gently at the air over. Her elbows were beneath her, supporting her upper torso as she watched her sister and the older man. She looked Grandpa Jack dead in the eyes. Grandpa Jack moved slightly so he could see the young girl’s gorgeous bubble butt.

“My baby sister wants you to put your dick in her,” Christina confided, “…a little ways, anyhow—as far as she can get you in—and if you don’t do it, she’s not gonna be a happy camper … at all!” Christina waved a hand toward young Annette still laying full length on Grandpa Jack’s torso.

Storm clouds were indeed gathering on Annette’s face. She was ready to start pouting any time.

Grandpa Jack looked from one to the other and back again. “So, you put your father’s prick inside you, do you?” he asked the young girl dubiously. If Gordon had already opened her up, it might just be possible….

Annette nodded emphatically. “An’ my brothers too,” she avowed. “All the time!” she said defiantly.

She instantly changed tactics. “I’m a’ready wet, Grandpa, she coaxed. “You opened my pussy with your tongue and made it ready, mos’ nearly, for your cock … I’m really ready for you to fuck me, Pretend Grandpa,” she wheedled.

Grandpa Jack tossed a glance at Christina, who was clearly unconcerned about what Annette was urging Grandpa Jack to do. He recalled the video his daughter, Rebecca, showed him of Travis McPherson’s two little girls ably taking adult cocks in their tiny pussies. April and Jodi McPherson were only six and seven-years-old at the time….

Grandpa Jack took a deep breath, held it for a long moment of decision, then let it out.

“Okay,” he said quietly. “I would be proud to fuck your cute little pussy, Missy Annette,” he announced with a smile. He rolled her off his body and deposited her between his body and Christina.

Before Annette could complain, Grandpa Jack told her, “And I want to start by playing with your hot little cunt for a little while before we put my cock in you, okay?”

Annette considered, then nodded. Her expression quickly cleared. Having a guy play with her pussy wasn’t exactly fucking, but it wasn’t bad….

Grandpa Jack stroked the girl from her nipples down to her knees, tickling the little fatty mounds where breasts would bud one day soon and gently caressing the inside of her thighs. He bent over to kiss Annette’s areoles and tongue her tiny nipples. They were clearly already sensitive, even though she was only seven.

At the same time, his right hand slid down her belly until Grandpa Jack was cupping Annette’s immature mons in his palm. He fondled it for a moment, reveling in the tiny girl’s satiny skin and the heat of the outer labia pressing against his hand.

He lined his middle finger up with her slit and gently worked it around. The seven-year-old’s plump pussy lips slowly parted, gradually accepting his finger between them. The girl’s pussy was still awash in her own cunt juices from Grandpa Jack’s licking earlier, and they hadn’t cooled off any at all.

Annette wriggled her hips from side to side in pleasure. Her own hands covered Grandpa Jack’s fingers, silently urging him to imbed his middle finger still deeper.

He did, making sure it was generously coated with the girl’s vagina honey, and carefully pressing in. Grandpa Jack was surprised at the lack of any substantial resistance. Annette was tight; that was only to be expected—she was, after all, only seven. But her puffy outer lips yielded easily to his probing finger; they clung delightfully to his probing digit.

Grandpa Jack was very much aware girls’ hymens were superbly elastic; they stretched easily, moving out of the way for fingers, dildos, or … penises diving through to the promised land beyond. There really was no such thing as ‘popping a cherry’. But Annette’s hymen seemed almost to not be there at all.

Hers had probably covered her vagina opening only a minimal amount to begin with, he decided. Some girls were born that way. And enough things had been inserted through what there was of Annette’s hymen, that it stretched easily and quickly. Grandpa Jack began to think fucking this young girl really was a possibility.

“You like to be finger-fucked?” he asked Annette. 

She nodded. “But mostly, I like to be cock-fucked,” she cautioned. She instinctively wanted to make sure Grandpa Jack didn’t get stuck doing just this.

Grandpa Jack grinned into the innocent wanton’s flushed little face. “I think we can do that very thing,” he assured her.

He inserted a finger deeper, penetrating inside Annette’s vagina entrance. She was slicker than ever; he slid his finger further inward, relishing the way her vagina tried to milk at his finger, pulling his digit into its heated depths. He worked his finger all around, stretching the slickery sheath and making it ready.

In a few moments, he slowly added a second finger. Annette adjusted her body; she lifted her ass, undulated up and down a couple of times, then settled her buttocks to the bed once more. She brought her legs up, put the soles of her feet flat on the surface and let her knees fall to the side, opening herself up to Grandpa Jack’s probing fingers.

Grandpa Jack watched her face closely. Two fingers inside her was part of the progression toward sex; it doubled the diameter of whatever her vagina had to accommodate … but she wasn’t experiencing any discomfort. In fact, her expression was still one of lustful anticipation; it hadn’t changed at all. So be it, Grandpa Jack decided….

He rolled on his back, sucking on his fingers that were soaked with Annette’s cunt juice. The syrupy coating was just as tasty as before; he loved it.

Annette followed him on his roll and eagerly clambered atop him again. Already panting breathlessly, she squirmed down Grandpa Jack’s body until her pussy was aligned with his cock. She raised her hips….

“I’ll help, okay?” Christina asked. She’d risen to her knees on the bed and was kneeling beside Grandpa Jack’s hip Annette nodded without speaking or even glancing back at her older sister.

Christina reached under her baby sister’s arched hips and took Grandpa Jack in her hand. Holding tight to his shaft near its root, she aimed Grandpa Jack’s tool straight up … ready for her sister to impale herself on it.

“Bet ya she can take all of it down to … there!” Christina bantered. She tightened her fist around Grandpa Jack’s cockshaft. She clearly meant Annette’s cunt would be able to engulf Grandpa Jack’s cock all the way down to where Christina’s fist would stop further access.

Grandpa Jack looked where Christina’s hand clasped him. He was about to take Christina’s wager, then thought twice about it.

“I never bet against horny young girls,” Grandpa Jack said virtuously, “…’cause they find a way to beat me every time!” He turned to Annette. “Ready, honey?”

Little Annette nodded, her eyes huge in her guileless face. She was flushed, sexually excited, and ready to go on. “Yes, please,” she said politely in her little-girl’s voice.

Annette braced her palms on Grandpa Jack’s chest, rose on her knees and hiked her hips up high as she could get them. She licked her lips in anticipation. 

Christina introduced the glans of Grandpa Jack’s cock between Annette’s pussy lips, first rubbing the tip down the length of Annette’s vulva, then steadying it at the sweet spot where it could probe directly into Annette’s vagina. Grandpa Jack’s purple-headed, monstrous-looking thing nestled benignly between Annette’s outer labia for a moment while Annette got used to it. When she was ready, the little girl let herself slid down a couple of millimeters.

“Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” little Annette sighed.

Accustoming herself to Grandpa Jack’s cock, Annette relaxed her leg muscles a tiny bit more. Grandpa Jack’s penis slipped deeper. Annette paused … wriggled her hips to adjust the man tool inside her … then dropped her groin another increment. Annette pulled her knees back under her more securely and let herself slide down Grandpa Jack’s pole another little bit.

“NannnnnnnnnnnnAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!” she breathed.

A wet, sucking sound came from where Grandpa Jack’s penis penetrated Annette’s labia and then had withdrawn. It made Annette giggle.

“You made me squish, Grandpa,” Annette said delightedly. “Do it again!” she urged. The small girl took more of Grandpa Jack into her; she was more confident now. Another inch of Grandpa Jack’s prick disappeared inside her before she stopped again to get used to his invading prong.

Another advance … a gyration of Annette’s immature hips to seat Grandpa Jack in her vagina … and Annette’s pussy lips touched the top of her sister’s fist.

“Told ya!” Christina jeered. Grandpa Jack winked at her, accepting he would have lost his bet if he’d made it.

“No…!” Annette complained stridently. “More…!”

Determinedly, the seven-year-old lowered her chest to Grandpa Jack’s body and began to writhe and swirl her groin around in a tight circle---then rotated back the other way. She succeeded in taking still more of Grandpa Jack’s penis into her tender vagina. She stopped then, winded and wheezing. She rested, waiting for her heart to slow.

For Grandpa Jack’s part, the sensation of his cock penetrating young Annette’s tight cunt was a deliciously wicked experience. Her young sheath had clutched at him, slowed his descent by squeezing him and manipulating him, as it sucked him down. He could feel every square inch of his cock as it plunged slowly inward. The sensation was almost dizzying in its intensity; it was almost excruciating.

He waited until Annette was ready.

In a few seconds, the young girl began to fuck; she arched her hips up a little, then down again … slowly. Her hips rose again; she dropped them carefully, making sure she didn’t ram Grandpa Jack too deep in her. She tucked her chin down and craned her neck until she could watch as her bald outer labia bulged around Grandpa Jack’s comparatively huge cock. Annette giggled, happy to watch her pussy lips fill to overflowing with the invading cock sliding slipperily inside.

When she hunched her hips upward, Grandpa Jack’s penis was extracted from her vagina by her own motion. Slick and glistening in the light, Grandpa Jack’s cock would only be exposed for a second before being driven back inside the wanton little girl. Annette’s pussy sucked at his cock when Grandpa Jack’s penis reappeared, wetly squelching its way out of her sex. 

Grandpa Jack groaned. The tight clasping of Annette’s cunt around the head of his cock was like nothing he’d ever known before. When she moved, the sliding of his penis through her vagina seemed the most pleasurable thing he could conceive of.

“OOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!” he groaned.

Annette smiled briefly. She knew why Grandpa Jack was moaning so pitifully. She was causing it. She grinned wickedly.

The little girl began rising and falling more confidently, withdrawing a couple of inches, then plunging down on Grandpa Jack’s manhood and smacking into her big sister’s protecting fist.

Wet, squirmy, deliciously nasty, sounds accompanied the young girl and grown man’s fuck. The air filled with the smell of animal lust. They fucked, working in unison to achieve an insane completion both of them craved badly. It would not take long; it couldn’t. Their needs were too powerful.

“HU-AH HU-AH HU-AH HU-AH HU-AH HU-AH HU-AH HU-AH HU-AH HU-AH HU-AH!!!"  Annette’s breath was coming in harsh pants now. She was gasping, struggling for enough oxygen to fuel her body’s exertions. Abruptly, Annette felt a river of licentious ecstasy gush over her young body. She quivered. Waves of rapture rippled through her, fiery in their intensity. Tremulous euphoria engulfed her; she keened a high note of agonized pleasure to the ceiling above.

“AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” she shrieked. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGNNNNNNNGGGGGG!!!” 

Grandpa Jack added a loud roar of lust.

“AAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

His body stiffened; he arched, for the first time actively driving his cock up into the small girl’s cunt with a thrust he initiated himself. He was barely able to slow his stabbing … he had to keep himself from plunging too deep inside her. He pulled back, but couldn’t stop himself from inching back inside her. Two fast pumps inside Annette’s vagina … another … slower … then three more quick thrusts. 

Annette’s cunt sleeve tightened impossibly around his cock, squeezing him, and holding him in place. Desperately, he worked to slide a millimeter in; he tried to pull out. Suddenly, the little girl’s cunt was milking his cum out the tiny slit in the tip of his cock.

It spewed out, washing down Annette’s vagina walls, only to splash back when the gooey cream splattered against the bottom of her cunt. Another fountain of spermy cum streamed out to deluge Annette’s vagina … still another jetted out … and a fourth….

The two of them, small girl and adult male, calmed gradually; their body’s muscles loosened and lost their frantic tightness. The pair melded into each other; their heated, moistened skin was in flush contact. The little girl inched up the man’s body so his cock wouldn’t drive too deep for comfort inside her when she relaxed her legs.

Shuddering delicately, Annette let herself settle down to her grown-up lover’s body. She lay atop him, a thick, whitish goo escaping from her plump pussy lips. A little quake shook her momentarily, a stray ripple of ecstasy coursed through her small body.

The little girl was finally still. She smiled beatifically as she fell into a deep sleep.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Grandpa Jack looked around the Carson's family-sex play room with a contented smile. He was well pleased with himself. He’d finally managed to recruit another family to the lifestyle he’d come to love and wanted to share with everyone he could. He’d been a part of the Pearsons exploration into family sex, way back when. He, his twin granddaughters, and the Pearson’s had engaged in some quick, very dangerous debauchery in a BBQ restaurant, but he hadn’t noticed the family dynamics being played out before him that time—he hadn’t recognized the Pearsons were ready for a long step into taboo sex with other family members. It’d all happened with no one actually guiding anything. It’d been mostly a crap shoot, stumbling around awkwardly in people’s lives and hoping for the best. It was amazing it’d all worked out as well as it had.

But this time—this time was different. For once, he'd detected that critical quality … the special something he still couldn’t nail down … in the way the Stockton family acted at the pizzeria. Maybe it was a subliminal thing that said that caught his eye? Anyway, he’d made an overture to them and they’d accepted, cementing the offer by sending Rose Stockton down to reconnoiter. Once assured they weren’t being suckered, the Stocktons eagerly integrated themselves into family sharing with the other three families in the Carson residence.

Marilyn Stockton had ended up her first night with the new society with a wild scramble that included three teenage boys. Her fourteen-year-old son, Glen, had enthusiastically fucked his mother’s ass while Tracy's sons, Parker and Lloyd, took care of her cunt and mouth. Exhausted, Marilyn had fallen asleep where she lay on the carpet when they finished, dribbling teenage-boy cum from all three orifices and happily murmuring to herself in her sleep. She slept there the rest of the night. Late this morning, she’d finally roused and dragged herself into the showers late this morning. All things considered, she was an exceedingly happy woman and mother. 

This evening, Marilyn was alternately masturbating, then sucking the penises of Tracy's nine-year-old son, Vincent, Sabrina's ten-year-old son, Jerry, and her own nine-year-old son Josh. She was sitting on the carpet and the boys were standing around her waiting to be fellated. From the look on her face, she was in seventh heaven.

Over by one of the big settees, Gordon Stockton was ass-fucking Carrie. Until he came to the Carson’s home, he’d been of the opinion he didn’t like anal sex. But he'd been told in no uncertain terms that lots of girls were sensitive enough back there to have an orgasm and when in Rome, he was expected to do as the Romans did. 

Tongue in cheek, he’d asked if Carrie didn't mean Athens … as in Greek … but Carrie hadn't been amused. Actually, Gordon hadn't taken much convincing. Gordon apparently had changed his mind somewhere along the line. He was grinning down at the heart-shaped ass of hot-bodied Carrie Winston and was thrusting in and out of the twelve-year-old’s rectum with gusto.

The Stockton kids were scattered about, enjoying playing sexually with a single partner or engaging with more of their new friends. They were watching others engage in couplings that began, worked out their course to a completion, then broke apart so the participants could engage someone else. Rose, once thought snooty and aloof by the Carson children, was relaxed, smiling prettily, and thoroughly accessible to anyone and everyone with an idea for a good, thorough fuck.

Last night, Grandpa Jack, Brett Winston, and Stewart Carson had spread Rose open on a futon and each taken an orifice to fuck in the same way three teen boys had taken her mother earlier in the day. They’d made the fifteen-year-old girl ‘air tight’ as Park and Lloyd had offered to do earlier, but hadn’t gotten around to.

Grandpa Jack had fucked Rose’s mouth, taking care not to strangle her, while Brett took her ass and Stewart pumped his cock into her cunt. Her eyes had been open wide as saucers and she’d looked frantic as she stared up at Grandpa Jack. Once, he moved to pull his penis out of her mouth, but she’d made a quick grab before his glans came out of her lips. She’d stuffed him back in and made swallowing movements in her throat to pull him back down.

Later, Grandpa Jack helped the cum covered fifteen-year-old to the shower room and washed her off, then guided her to a bedroom where she fell asleep with her hands between her thighs. She hadn’t stirred until the call for brunch was made this morning.

"I think the Stockton’s are fitting in pretty well, don't you think?" Grandpa Jack asked Tracy, who was sitting beside him on the vast sofa, idly masturbating him while Candy massaged his balls from the other side. He watched Marilyn Stockton a bit longer. "Now, would you call what she’s doing some ‘little-boy bukkake’ … or ‘bukkake-lite’?” he asked facetiously.

He shifted his gaze, without waiting for an answer he probably wasn’t going to get.

“And in this corner … whew! … we have Gordon really gettin’ in to butt-fucking now—so Marilyn’s an’ the girls aren’t going to have to do without ever again…. And there’s all kinds a' hot sex happenin’ everywhere in between—damn, life is good, huh?"

"Uh-huh," Tracy replied. " 'Course, it's not real difficult to 'fit in' with something that has ‘gettin’ rid of the hornies’ as its primary goal."

"True … true … well said, young daughter o’ mine," Grandpa Jack mused. "Funny how they got started, huh? Did y’all hear Marilyn talkin' about that?"

"I did," Candy answered. "Young Rose caught daddy Gordon with his pants down, cock in hand and ogling some of her girlfriends from the shadows one evening when Rose’s cunt was itchin' for a good fucking, because of some unfortunate boyfriend trouble—apparently the boy was scared of Rose’s father. With good reason, I might add. Daddy Stockton carries a gun most of the time at work. This is an open carry state, you know, and Gordon likes to clean his pistol right out in the open where prospective boyfriends can’t help but notice when they come by to pick up Gordon’s darling daughter.” 

“Anyway, the lovely and shy Rose threatens to call the cops on him if he doesn't take her right then and there … on the kitchen table, wasn’t it? Mom catches Rosie sucking Daddy off a couple months later, services her oldest son with her mouth to pay Dad back that very night … and then awaaaaaaaaaaaaaay we go…," she said amusedly.

"Yeah … maybe blackmail and revenge aren’t not the best way to start sexing it up within the family, but … it seems to have worked out okay, huh?” Grandpa Jack remarked. “All’s well that ends well?”

"What made you think they were fooling around, Daddy?" Candy asked interestedly.

"I'm not entirely sure," he confessed. He sighed.

"I think it was something in the way they walked in together, sat down, and interacted with each other. There wasn't any … separation … between them, maybe. The boys and girls weren't like other families with kids who came in. Instead of pushing and elbowing each other, maybe throwing annoyed looks and mean frowns at each other and lookin’ like they wished every one of their siblings would just go away … all the Stockton kids were really comfortable with each other, and with their parents too. And the whole family was more than average touchy-feely with each other … know what I mean?

“…And they didn't look around at other kids very much … the boys weren’t terribly interested in looking at girls who weren’t their sisters … and vice versa—the Stockton girls didn’t show any interest in the boys strolling around, trying to get their attention. Actually, Park and Lloyd picked up on that to some extent; they told me the Stockton girls were awfully standoffish!”

"You'll have to show me some time at a restaurant or something," Tracy remarked.

“Uh-huh,” Candy contributed. If we can see it in others, we should be able to train ourselves to make sure we don’t fall into that trap. We just can’t afford to let someone not on our side to find us out!”

“Verily!” Tracy said emphatically.

“Yeah…,” Grandpa Jack mused. “I wonder if y’all might should encourage all the kids old enough to do … some? … a little … not too much … casual dating, just as a cover … maybe? I’m just talkin’ here … wonderin’, you know?”

“Something we need to talk about,” Tracy agreed. “It’s almost a dead giveaway if none of the teenagers in a family aren’t out in the dating game—at least an occasional date, huh? I don’t think I’d want to tell them sex with their date was okay—you never know where that teenage dick has been, huh? Or what’s already been inside that hairy snatch one of the boys might get offered!” she said indignantly.

“Or that boy or girl might be doing drugs … or they’re close to someone doin’ drugs … with needles and everything that implies about horrible diseases,” Grandpa Jack contributed. “Seems to me there’re lots a’ reasons to keep boys and girls parts connecting only with brother and sister parts, and mom and dad parts, instead of playin’ Russian roulette out there … now what in the world is Stew doing?" Grandpa Jack remarked, distracted by what Stewart Carson was doing.

Grandpa Jack’s tall, athletic, son-in-law had just opened a metal door mounted on the far wall and he was peering into it. Grandpa Jack’d assumed to this point that it was a fuse box. It was a strange place for it, but this room had probably never been inspected by the county officials tasked with building permits and stuff like that. Some informality in the placement of the circuit breakers and such was only to be expected.

Grandpa Jack left the women discussing dating and how youngsters could keep cover stories intact. Grandpa Jack didn’t have teenage kids any more, and didn’t have anything more to put on the conversational table. Instead of just listening and nodding wisely every once in a while, he got up and sauntered over to Stew's side. "Whatcha up to?" he asked Stewart.

"Settin' up the stage for the girls," Stewart Carson replied enigmatically. He grinned. “Watch this, Dad!”

Looking around to make sure everyone was clear, Stew thumbed a control. Grandpa Jack heard the deep hum of a strong electric motor. Looking around, he spied the top six inches of the massive ottoman in the center of the room rising sedately in the air. That section of the ottoman was essentially the whole cushioned surface of the immense piece of furniture. It rose steadily until it was within a few inches of the ceiling.

As the top rose a hard-surfaced platform underneath was revealed which had a four-inch thick pole in the center of what had been a perfectly ordinary, though massive, ottoman. The ‘pole’ was clearly a pneumatic ram pushing the ottoman cushion-top upward.

Stewart took his thumb off the control button as the top neared the ceiling. The power hum died and the pole stopped moving. Stew then depressed another button. Some panels in the ceiling—Grandpa Jack hadn’t even suspected they were there—dropped down on hinges. Some short steel connectors slid down into place. Stew's sons, Parker and Lloyd were waiting with stepladders. 

The boys climbed up on the ladders and snapped the dangling steel supports into place at the top of the ottoman's four corners. There were a series of audible clicks as they locked. With that, the top of the ottoman was thoroughly secured in the 'up' position. 

Recessed, multicolored lighting flashed on from the wells where the supports had dropped down. They began strobbing, flashing garishly colored beams of light throughout the room. 

The well-cushioned ottoman was thus transformed into a small stage, complete with a pole in the center for 'strippers' to play off of. Grandpa Jack looked around. The Carson girls and their mother were conspicuously absent, and he could hear the sound of bare feet climbing the stairs rapidly as a pack of Carson females made their way up to their bedrooms.

Parker climbed onto the stage and fumbled with what looked like a metal sleeve around the top of the pole, twisting it around ninety-degrees before allowing it to snap back up. At the same time, Stewart snapped a red cap down onto the remote control switch so it wouldn't be accidentally triggered.

He touched another knob and turned it through several settings and the lights above the stage changed from steady floods through strobes, then softer, steady glows. Satisfied all the settings were working properly, he went back to more strident colored lighting.

He looked expectantly at the far corner of the room and a spotlight came on. Lloyd had toggled a switch to make that happen. The boy used a joystick to push the circle of light around. He thumbed a button that cycled the white light through all the primary colors and then returned the beam to pure white. Satisfied, he shut it off.

Grandpa Jack was surprised, and thoroughly impressed. He caught his son-in-law’s eye and nodded respectfully. He gave Stewart a hearty thumbs-up.

"Little girls of all ages love to dance and show off," Stew remarked with a grin. “They just love getting their sassy on!”

"And … a nice stage gives them that opportunity," Grandpa Jack replied. "That is so cool!" he added.

Grandpa Jack shot a look at his twin granddaughters. "I hope you guys are taking notes!"

They pantomimed writing furiously, and he grinned.

Parker and Lloyd weren't finished. A hidden door to a utility storage room was opened and the boys began hauling out equipment and depositing the pieces around the room.

One of the things they rolled out looked for all the world like a thirty-five gallon drum … with a saddle on top and pedals mounted on the sides. No, Grandpa Jack decided. It was more like only twenty-gallons or so but the barrel really did have a cushioned saddle and pedals.

Grandpa Jack walked over and gave the foot pedals a spin. He watched as two short and not-very-thick plastic phalluses rose and fell from holes drilled in the saddle. The faster the pedals went around, the quicker the phalluses rose and fell. Pedal less enthusiastically, and the phalluses slowed to a more leisurely cadence.

"If they want, the girls can stop the ass fucker in the down position so they don’t have any penetration in that hole, or do the same for the pussy prod and just get an ass fucking … or they can stop both of them,” Park said, demonstrating the controls.

“Or they can turn on the vibrator function for one or both … with or without getting fucked by their choice of dildos…," Parker said, showing his grandfather how easy it was to tap the touch screen and select from the myriad of options.

"…OR, they can mount bigger or smaller dildos," he said. "And of course, the faster the girl pedals, the faster those things go up and down…," Parker explained. "And when they can't pedal any more, they … get off," he said with a grin.

Grandpa Jack grinned back. "What's this?" Grandpa Jack asked, pointing to an adjustable platform on the front of the 'bike'.

"That's so a guy can stand up there in front of the girl," Parker said. "Sometimes, the bike gets so popular we have to set a rule the girls can't use the bike without sucking guys’ dicks while they pedal!” He grinned.

“You wouldn’t believe it Grandpa, but sometimes our wonderful girls get too involved with pedaling and don't remember there are other people present who need attention," he continued.  He smiled again.

"Sounds like a good rule to me," Grandpa Jack commented. He turned to watch two head-high lengths of black-painted plywood being fastened together, secured into support legs and set up along one wall. The padded four-inch circular holes cut into the plywood made it clear this was the Carson version of a glory wall. He nodded. A little anonymous sex never hurt anyone … so long as it was among good family members.

Against another wall, they set up an X-shaped wooden structure. The width of the top and bottom were clearly adjustable, as was the height of the thing. There were thick leather straps designed to hold a captive’s wrists mounted on the upper portion of the device, and other straps for ankles mounted on the lower legs of the X. The length of the arms forming the X was variable enough so the youngest child could use it along with the tallest adult.

Grandpa Jack figured this contraption out too. This was for the woman yearning for a soft-core bondage fantasy; with this a girl could pretend they were being held against their will and ravished by any boy who came by. Grandpa Jack examined the wrist and ankle straps and found the straps themselves weren't adaptable at all. The stiffly shaped cuffs intended to 'restrain' a girl's wrists were so big even a full-grown woman would have to hold on to the cuff after inserting her hands through the opening, or their hands would slip right out. No way anything could be messed up and the cuffs tighten up on a girl.

Grandpa Jack glanced at his twin granddaughters who were paying close attention to everything going on. "Notes!" he called out to them, his right hand 'scribbling' notes in his left palm. "Lots and lots of notes!"

The Carson women came clattering down from the second floor in tall high heels; Colette wore platform heels for better stability. Sara and Colette jumped on the stage and began prancing around with their hands on their hips, smiling and giggling.

Thirteen-year-old Harmonie Stockton and her seven-year-old sister, Annette, turned as one, frowns on their faces, to confront their mother.

Before the girls could voice a complaint, Momma Stockton nodded her understanding. "I know. We didn't bring yours. We'll have to go get them … and you need new ones, don't you Annette?" The little girl nodded emphatically.

Marilyn got up and turned uncertainly around. "I need them to go home and get the girls their high heels," she explained to the room at large. "And get a new pair for Annette out of the store's overflow," she added.

"Ah yes, I heard you have a nice little … specialty store,” Grandpa Jack remarked, “where a little lady can get 'fuck me' spike high heels, eh?”

Marilyn nodded.

"Very interestinggggggggg," Grandpa Jack remarked, pursing his lips. “Tell me more, you naughty business lady, you!”

Marilyn hesitated. Then the absurdity of concealing what she was thinking struck her. Within a couple of yards of where she stood, six young girls had been fucking six equally young boys or grown men just moments ago.

"What is more interesting," Marilyn said carefully, "is how well we're doing. We’re actually doing a land office business selling petite, and smaller sizes, shoes and naughty outfits to all the wonderful folks in the city….” She grinned naughtily. “We’ve got a very nice, discrete clientele scattered all across the county,” she said.

"Ooooooooo, now that is just super interesting!" Grandpa Jack replied, thinking of the possibilities. He laughed. "We could use one of those stores down where we live, couldn't we girls?" He caught Alicia's eyes again. "You're still taking notes, right?"

Alicia rolled her eyes. "Grandpa Jack, you're going to remember that idea without any notes at all … I can tell just looking at you!"

Grandpa Jack grinned. "You're probably right, honey, that just might be on my mind on the way home." He chuckled.

"Soooooo," he said, turning back to Marilyn, let's go get those girls some high heels," he said. "Got your house keys?"

"I'm ready! Let's go!" Harmonie, Marilyn's thirteen-year-old, said jumping into the anteroom to slide into the pair of flip-flops she’d worn on the way down the sidewalk yesterday. Annette was already at the front door, impatient for everyone else to get there.

So the five of them sauntered casually down the sidewalk to the Stockton's house. Carrie and Grandpa Jack walked comfortably. Marilyn, Harmonie, and Annette--not so much. Not at first, anyway. Grandpa Jack had carefully inserted butt plugs into their nether orifices before leaving the Carson’s house and it took a little while for the Stockton girls to get used to walking with the toys up their butts.

When they returned to the Carson's, they had to bring the Stockton's SUV because they had so many examples of erotic little-girl fashions they wanted to show to everyone.

The stir of excitement Grandpa Jack saw in both Carrie and Alicia’s eyes when they saw the loaded back end in the SUV made Grandpa Jack want to take more notes. Clearly, hot little girls liked hot, nasty things to wear.

♀♂♀

When they got back to the Carson's, Harmonie and Annette raced for the stage, dragging their mother with them. Fortunately, it was empty at the moment or someone might have been hurt. Donning their tall high heels, the girls began a slow bump and grind that quickly brought several interested boys to the area of the stage. Harmonie knew some dance steps and gave the boys and men a nice rendition of a stripper's bump-and-grind routine. Seven-year-old Annette just wriggled and rolled her hips around as best she could. She got just as much applause for her efforts as did her more-practiced sister.

Carrie actually bumped Grandpa Jack aside coming in through the outside doorway to get in the house. She'd made a detour on the way back to get her own set of high heels from a storage locker on the ‘bus’.

Alicia already had hers. The twelve-year-old was over in the corner of the room, undulating sensuously in front of a throng of thoroughly enthralled male admirers. Carrie made a beeline for Alicia's side and the pair of them danced lewd, salacious dances for the bemused men and boys.

Grandpa Jack looked around happily at all the carnal goings on in the Carson's playroom. It was a fine party….

Over on the ‘horse’, Rose Stockton was being helped off the homemade sex machine. Her shaky legs and drawn features said she'd had her turn and then some on the pedals … and her cum-smeared lips said she'd taken care of several boys and men while she pedaled.

Sabrina’s eight-year-old, Penny was waiting impatiently while her mother adjusted the pedals and dildo insertion height before she let Penny climb aboard. It looked like nine-year-old Josh Stockton was going to be the first in line to get a pedal-powered blowjob from Penny. Both youngsters looked eager for their adventure to begin.

Only one girl at a time could climb aboard the mechanical horse, so other girls were amusing themselves in other ways while they waited. 

Grandpa Jack’s attention was caught by a naked young girl doing a back bend right in front of him. Tracy's nude thirteen-year-old daughter, Colette, was demonstrating some gymnastic exercises to Sabrina's equally nude eleven-year-old Lynette. Grandpa Jack had never seen a naked back bend before, but he liked it … he liked it a lot! 

Colette's body was arched over backward, her spine contorted into an impossible curve. Only her feet, and her hands (they looked strangely like they were reversed from their normal direction) were on the floor. It was a position Grandpa Jack couldn't have achieved with pulleys and winches dragging his tired old bones into place. He shrugged. Heck, he couldn’t have what Colette was doing even when he'd been her age.

Of greater interest to Grandpa Jack was Colette's already protuberant young pubic mound thrust up into even greater prominence, and in Grandpa Jack's opinion—deliciously so. Grandpa Jack was mesmerized. He licked his lips, and watched Colette and Lynette closely. Colette's hairless mons veneris wasn't really steaming, of course. That was just his imagination at work. But a four-course dinner wouldn't have been any yummier looking than Colette's gorgeous young pussy.

Grandpa Jack dropped on his butt between Colette’s knees, carefully slid his legs under her raised body, and scooted forward another few inches so he could sit cross-legged under her. Grandpa Jack bent forward, cupped his hands under Colette's beautifully rounded ass globes, and began to feast.

Colette felt someone moving around near her feet, and hands were touching her, but she couldn’t see back there; she thought it was Lynette. When a mouth descended over her whole mound, Colette squealed. "Who's that?" she demanded.

Lynette giggled.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Grandpa Jack growled. There was enough rumbling from his vocal chords for the vibrations to make Colette gasp.

Colette forgot that she cared who was doing this. "Do that again!" Colette demanded.

Wrapping his lips around her prepuce and touching the tip of his tongue to the tiny bud of her clit, Grandpa Jack did as she wanted.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!" he rumbled.

The assault made Colette weak. Lynette saw Colette's body starting to quake and she hauled a small ottoman from beside the nearby loveseat to put under Colette's back.

"Move, Grandpa Jack," Lynette demanded. When he complied, Lynette slid the ottoman under Colette’s butt and patted Colette’s butt, just for fun.

Colette’s back was now supported by the bench. Her feet were solidly on the floor while her upper shoulders and head hung off the other end of the overstuffed stool. Her long hair brushed the carpeting. It appeared the young girl was quite comfortable with her awkward stance.

Colette's groin was still totally exposed and vulnerable. Grandpa Jack's tongue resumed its exploration deep between her ruby-red inner lips and made a wet, raspy circle around the entrance to her vagina.

The thirteen-year-old nymphette's feet drummed silently on the thick carpet. She squeezed her thighs together to hold Grandpa Jack's mouth firmly fixed on her outer labia, then involuntarily threw her legs wide to open herself up so he could shove his tongue even deeper.

In a few minutes, Colette was panting for breath and writhing in Grandpa Jack's loving hands. “AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!! she shrieked.

Abruptly, she wrenched her feet off the floor, clamping her thighs around Grandpa Jack's head, this time to stay.

“ANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

The young girl's face showed the intense pleasure washing over her in waves. She groaned deep in her throat … and then she relaxed, her whole body becoming limp in Grandpa Jack’s grasp.

Grandpa Jack backed off a tad, watching as the young girl recovered. She was breathing harshly, seemingly having trouble dragging air in. He decided it probably was because of the extended time she'd been doing the back bend—it had to be hard to breath in that position. Grandpa Jack grabbed her wrists and gently hauled her onto her feet … which immediately made her dizzy.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned. She clearly couldn't navigate the family room to a place where she could rest.

Grandpa Jack picked her up in both arms, pausing to smile at Lynette. "Let's go over there," he suggested, pointing with his chin at a large beanbag chair that wasn’t occupied at the moment. Lynette nodded enthusiastically. Her fingers hadn't stopped tweaking her clitty button since Grandpa Jack started in on Colette. Her fingers were still busy between her legs.

"Are you going to put your thingy in me?" Colette asked as Grandpa Jack laid her down. Her slender thighs spread wide in anticipation as Grandpa Jack lay down at her left side.

Grandpa Jack leaned over and touched the tip of his tongue to her left nipple. Colette’s breath whistled between her teeth as she sucked in a lungful of air. Her knees jackknifed, jumping high to protect her body.

Grandpa Jack grinned at her. "Honey, if I put anything in you right now, while you're still coming down, it would feel like I was jamming it in with a sandpaper wrapper." Colette's face showed her disappointment.

"We can just wait a while," Grandpa Jack promised. "But meanwhile," he added, looking around to his other side at Sabrina's eleven-year-old daughter, "we can see if we can make Lynette laugh so hard she cries like a little baby!!"

There was a second of silence. Grandpa Jack had heard Lynette was so ticklish that she would come perilously close to peeing on herself if tickled too long.

Lynette's eyes took on a mischievous glint; they flicked around looking for possible avenues of escape. She leaped to her feet and whirled to run … but Grandpa Jack snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her back down onto the beanbag. With her head pillowed on Colette's left thigh, Grandpa Jack began to tickle Lynette in all the usual places and many that were not.

She squealed.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

Some of the naked partiers glanced around to see if someone was being slaughtered, but others already knew this kind of shriek was the one she gave vent to in the early stages of being tormented by tickling fingers. Just when Grandpa Jack's tickles morphed into sex play, the child really didn't know, but she didn't need to. She loved what he began to do to her.

A few minutes into tickling her, Grandpa Jack switched tactics. His right forefinger began probing the lower extent of her pretty little slit while his tongue lapped industriously at the fleshy hood over her clitty. 

The eleven-year-old's shrieks of laughter turned to groans and her hips began to hump up into Grandpa Jack's greedy mouth.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!” she groaned.

Grandpa Jack teased the little nubbin of a clit out of its hiding place so he could attack it with his tongue. He sucked gently at the tiny thing while stabbing his forefinger under his chin and into her steaming cunny all the way to the base knuckle.

"Oh Gawwwwd," Lynette begged, "tongue fuck me, Grandpa Jack … tongue fuck me!!"

Grandpa Jack didn’t need to be encouraged. Slipping his finger out of the way, Grandpa Jack shifted down to the opening to her cunt and began stabbing his tongue as deep into the velvety channel as he could manage. He caught her hands in his and held them tightly. The girl bucked her pussy up at Grandpa Jack, wanting … needing more contact and he obliged, slathering all around her vaginal opening and turning right back to deep tongue stabs.

Her cum wasn't very long in coming. Her flesh was far too sensitive and this was her first sex this evening.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!” she wailed.

Lynette arched her back, bridging so she could push her groin into Grandpa Jack's mouth more tightly. She held the position for a long, breathless moment and then she relaxed slowly, surrendering to the ecstasy. She groaned once … twice … and her body shuddered delicately. Her chest heaving, Lynette lay there, awash in the ebbing tide of her orgasm.

"I didn't know you were going to put your tongue in me that far!" Lynette said finally. She was grinning broadly.

"It's really good when it's a surprise, isn't it?" Grandpa Jack smiled.

"Mmmmmmm," Lynette moaned by way of agreement. She sighed contentedly.

Grandpa Jack looked at the two naked girls for a long moment while they watched him and glanced around to see what was happening elsewhere. The two girls were a young-girl lover’s delight.

Lynette, eleven and a half, was Sabrina’s oldest daughter. Maybe four feet, ten inches in height and probably not more than a hundred pounds, she was going to be as graceful and lithe as her mother. Golf ball sized boobs rode high on her chest; they trembled delicately whenever the girl moved suddenly. The pretty little cones were capped with pinkish eraser-sized nipples that Grandpa Jack already knew were highly sensitive … as were her mother’s. The girl had a flat belly, a satin smooth pudendum, and curvaceous thighs and lower legs. 

Colette was Tracy’s adopted thirteen-year-old daughter. No one knew who her mother had been, but the woman must have had some Hispanic … which is to say, Indian … blood in her. European and American Indian genes had combined most attractively in Colette. She was a beauty already, and would be ravishingly so as she grew into womanhood. Her breasts were big already—enough to fill a man’s hands already—soft, but firm to the touch. Slender through her torso, Colette’s sculpted thighs and calves were lovely.

But it was time to get on with things….

"BUT WAIT!" Grandpa Jack cried out dramatically, holding his right forefinger up in the air. "If you … cum right now, we'll double our offer. You can get … not one, but two little girls to make even happier than they are, fucking them out a' their sweet little minds!"

"Grandpa, who are you talking to?" Colette asked quietly.

"Himself!" Grandpa Jack's daughter, Candy interjected, walking by without stopping. "Don't worry 'bout it, sugar," she said reassuringly. “And don’t ask what it was about, either—he’s just makin’ noise!!”

A mixture of pearly white male cum and her own honey was dribbling down the inside of Candy’s milky smooth thigh. She hopped on one foot, dabbed at cummy rivulet with a tissue, and kept on walking. "Grandpa just kinda rambles on from time to time, but it don't mean anything. Just grab on to his cock and he’ll stop talking and being silly," Candy added, making her way into the big shower room.

"Hmmphhhhh!" Grandpa Jack snorted. "I'll have you know—“

Colette reached out and took his burgeoning cock in her small hands.

“—Mmmmmmmm, that’s soooo good—hmmmm, where was I?"

Colette and Lynette giggled.

"But…," Grandpa Jack said, grinning, “…if you can move around and touch cocks and stuff like that, you're ready for a little 'cock-in-the-pussy' fun, Missy Colette," he told the grinning girl.

"Well, it's about—EEEEEEK!!!" Colette squealed. Without further explanation, Grandpa Jack had grabbed her and dumped her over on her belly. "HELLLLLLP!!" she cried dramatically.

Grandpa Jack slipped a hand under her body and lifted the middle of her torso to insert a thick cushion under her.

"Oh, I see," Colette remarked to no one at all. "Gonna fuck me from behind, huh? That's such a goooood grandpa. I like it that way…," she said approvingly.

She waited.

"When are you—unghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she sighed as Grandpa Jack's cock pushed through her puffy outer labia and began driving slowly inside. “That’s nice, Grandpa….”

Colette grabbed two handfuls of beanbag and held on tightly. When Grandpa Jack eased back, her cunt tried to stop him from easing out of her, refusing to give up the smallest length of the prick held prisoner deep in her sex.

"More!" Colette coaxed. "I'm a big girl, Grandpa," she added.

Grandpa Jack rammed his cock inward, steadily and carefully, waiting to bottom out inside the thirteen-year-old. When he did, he was surprisingly deep in her young cunt.

With his knees keeping hers spread wide, and with the thick cushion under her hips, Grandpa Jack's cock was at exactly the right height to shove his cock deep into the youngster's cunt.

So he did.

In moments, he was sawing in and out in a regular tempo that quickly had the little girl whimpering and mewling like a newborn kitten. When she came, it was in a series of staccato little orgasms, firing off like a string of firecrackers, mounting higher and higher with each succeeding one. By the time the quakes subsided, Colette was left limp and exhausted on the cushion.

"Me now, Grandpa Jack?" Lynette asked eagerly. When he smiled and nodded, she impulsively threw her bare arms around his neck and kissed him lustily. Her little body was writhing already, impatient for the impaling.

Another cushion, this time under Lynette's butt. Grandpa Jack wanted her sunny side up. A little knee-walking, a little greater splaying of her knees … and Grandpa Jack introduced the big knob of his glans through her outer lips. He pressed slowly deeper.

“Hunh-hunh-hunh-hunh-hunh-hunh-hunh-hunh-hunh-hunh-hunh-hunh!!” the young girl panted.

"I like it when I can see your nasty ol' prick stabbin' in me," Lynette panted.

Grandpa Jack nodded. "One of my top ten, all time favorite ways to fuck a little girl," he said, and grinned naughtily down at her.

She tried to smile back but she was too involved in what was happening to her to make the smile last long.

Grandpa Jack was up on his knees as he fucked his way into the small girl's volcano-like cunt mound. That left his hands free to roam over Lynette's body, massaging, kneading, stroking, and fondling every square inch of her flesh he could reach.

The sensitivity that made her so ticklish worked in her favor now. Every stroke was through, and into, one erogenous zone or another; some of them were completely unknown to young Lynette until the older male swept his hands through them. Grandpa Jack's knowing hands caressed every responsive square inch of her he could reach, and then did it all again.

He stopped humping her little body for a moment. He bent almost double at the waist to capture a golf ball-sized boobie in his mouth and sucked the tiny nipple into greater erection and hardness. Lynette lay there quivering, hardly daring to breathe while electric flashes swept out from her small boobies down to her drenched, volcanically hot vagina … and back upward again.

Grandpa Jack didn't do it for long. The eleven-year-old couldn't take it for long. He pulled his upper body back up, reached for the young girl's ankles and deposited them on his shoulders to rest there while he plowed his cock again and again into her young cunt.

He watched, unable to take his eyes off the woman-child's pussy as he fucked into her. He needed to watch so he would know how much of his cock he could stuff in her … but he was also utterly fascinated by the sight of her outer labia as they obscenely sucked inward with his in-stroke. Then those same puffy lips clung to his withdrawing shaft as if refusing to let him go.

A red flush began to spread over little Lynette's upper chest and neck. She whimpered piteously. Her hands cupped her young breasts. She tweaked her nipples with her own fingers, pinching at the swollen nipples and rubbing the diamond-hard points in her palms. Her fingers swept down to touch near her clit … only to be yanked away when the sensation grew too intense, too near the threshold of pain for her to endure. Her hips wriggled at the top of Grandpa Jack's out-stroke; the instinctive pumping of her hips made his big glans swirl around her the circumference of her vulvae and excited the hypersensitive nerve endings there.

During one of Grandpa Jack’s slow withdrawals, Lynette’s eyes suddenly grew as big around as saucers. She stared into Grandpa Jack’s eyes; the breath caught in her throat. Grandpa Jack plunged back in, his cockhead diving deep one more time.

This time though, eleven-year-old Lynette's body was slammed into an all-consuming, totally adult orgasm. Her vagina tightened spasmodically around Grandpa Jack’s penis; she squeezed down all along the length of his shaft … and set off his own orgasm.

When Grandpa Jack's pearly-white cum splashed onto her vagina walls, Lynette convulsed and writhed about on the mattress, keening a high-pitched whine that went on and on … 'til she collapsed bonelessly to the mattress and lay still.

Grandpa Jack collapsed beside her; he just missing falling on Colette—he was sure he'd have crushed her if he’d landed atop her. The taboo lovers lay there, gasping and moaning, hoping they could recover in time for … maybe next Christmas, but they weren't at all sure they would.

When they could, the trio of incestuous fuckers dragged themselves to the showers and washed the sweat and all their body fluids off under the hot streams of water. When they were done, they retired to an empty futon. Grandpa Jack lay on his back, enfolded the young girls in his arms … and they all slipped into a deep, satiated sleep.

♀♂♀

"Ahhhhhh, thanks, baby," Grandpa Jack said when Tracy handed him the tall tumbler of iced tea. He drank deeply, looking around the room. The nap had been a good one and he was well on his way to reviving. He was parched after his marathon fuck and suck with Colette and Lynette.

The room in front of Grandpa Jack was filled with naked people, but not everyone was engaged in some sort of sex. A few of the younger girls were off over there, playing with their dolls and having a fine time. Maybe they were playing house, 'cause a couple of boys kept coming over….

Ah! Grandpa Jack saw what was happening. The girls were playing with dolls as girls always would, but these girls were teaching their babies how to suck cock. They would suck on the boys' fingerlings for a moment to make them hard, then hold their baby dolls up to the boys' pricks, cautioning them to open their mouths wide and be sure to not bite—

Over on the stage, his granddaughters Alicia and Carrie were on the stage, performing with dildos that had suction cups on the bottom so they could be fastened in place on a smooth surface. The dildos weren't the thickest, nor the longest, but the intensely lewd dance of their cunnies sliding up, down, and around the dildos to a techno beat was drawing a crowd of boys closer.

The twins turned to present their backs to their audience, still squatting—never rising off the fake phalluses. They had dildos in their hands too and they pantomimed sucking on them while they fucked the ones on the stage floor. Their asses worked like pistons, pumping like a metronome up and down on the dildos.

Three other girls wandered closer; the twins handed them dildos and suddenly there were five naked young girls cavorting lewdly over and on pussy-penetrating dildos. Alicia steadied herself, her pussy still rising and falling on her dildo, and bent precariously over to suck Parker Carson's dick into her mouth. The rest of the family room's occupants decided their rest period was over and the revelry began all over again.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

“So tell me about your boutique, Marilyn,” Grandpa Jack remarked. “I know some things, but I don’t know lots of stuff … talk to ol’ Grandpa Jack!” He smiled.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Marilyn Stockton replied, stalling while a series of decisions played themselves out on her face. The realization she didn’t have to make excuses for anything anymore took a second or to dawn on her. She visibly relaxed; her expression cleared.

“Well … Gordon and I … and the girls … were having a really hard time finding sexy clothing for the girls and boys. They like to play dress-up, they always have, and when we started … fucking and doing all kinds of … what? … erotic stuff, we all wanted to find slutty clothes, really tall high heels for the girls, hussy makeup, and stuff like that.

The woman giggled. “And we thought there should be little-girl sizes in all the micro bikinis and other stuff women wear on the beach too.” She patted Grandpa Jack’s thigh familiarly. “Honey, you wouldn’t believe what they wear on the beach in Brazil and on the French Riviera!”

She sat back. “But there was nowhere—no store where we could safely find things like that … so we created one. It started slow, I worked out of my house mostly for the longest time, but we found suppliers who could find … marginal examples … of what we wanted and we cultivated them. Eventually, we hooked up with some dealers who went beyond the marginal all the way into kiddy sexy … if one wants to interpret our clothing that way….”

Marilyn leaned forward to see who was almost sitting on her toes and worming a hand inside Marilyn’s thighs. “Hi, Jerry,” she greeted Sabrina’s son.

Ten-year-old Jerry grinned toothily up at the grown woman.

“What we’re doing, mind you,” Marilyn continued, leaning back and spreading her legs for Jerry’s fingers, “…is filling a niche for the petite woman … like some of the Vietnamese women around town? Some of them really do shop with us, you know? They think it’s wonderful someone like me is thinking about them….”

Marilyn laughed heartily. “But there are tons of other customers who don’t speak a word of Vietnamese who come to my little shop too,” she confided. Her eyes were dancing.

“Ahhhhh…,” Grandpa Jack interrupted, “…you have … ah … let’s call them ‘legitimate’ customers, so I can imagine what the sales floor kind a’ looks like….” He collected his thoughts for a moment. “So … do you have a backroom there with … call them ‘toys for the junior set’ … and lingerie in … ah … really petite sizes?”

Marilyn looked thoughtfully at Grandpa Jack for a bit. “Well … not so much,” she admitted. “For one thing we thought it would be pushing it a little too far. Those Vietnamese women we’re talking about take big ol’ American sized cocks up their twats—not unlike our girls here—so ‘junior-sized dildoes and stuff wouldn’t really be necessary….”

“I’m not sure officialdom would ever inquire about the size of Vietnamese vaginal sizes,” Grandpa Jack said dryly. “Even if they did, it couldn’t go very deep into your business—a lawyer would be able to destroy any bureaucrat who tried it. I think you’d be perfectly alright with some … inventory for the smaller sized ladies,” he concluded.

Marilyn considered Grandpa Jack’s suggestion. “I think you’re right,” she concluded. “Mmmmmm … dildoes, vibrators, love eggs, edible panties, peignoirs for six-year-olds….” She laughed. “I need to make a list!”
 
“Uh … I believe my girls may have passed through your doors on occasion,” Tracy interjected, grinning. “And if you let us in that back room, we’ll be there again!”

“I remember you being there!” Marilyn replied, smiling broadly. “That’s why Gordon and me started watching real close whenever we saw y’all in town or just when we’d pass by on the circle.” She sniffed. “We tried to think of a way to always have someone watching … but y’all stayed inside a lot—you keep to yourselves … and now we know why, of course.” She grinned.

“You always had the shades drawn and the curtains all in place … and we never could see a danged thing when we passed by, darn you! If you’d only gave us a sign of some kind so we could see what you were up to, we could have been having parties like this years ago!!”

“I see,” Tracy said thoughtfully. “But … hmmmmm … the mere fact we were buying sexy clothes for the girls wasn’t enough?”

“We didn’t think we could take the chance,” Marilyn replied. “…Way too much at stake, and we didn’t know how to show you that we had … similar tastes … and still keep our own secrets, if you know what I mean.”

She took a deep shuddering breath and put her hand on the top of Jerry’s head. To open her thighs more for the lad, she hooked one knee over Grandpa Jack’s bare thigh and scooted her butt out to the edge of the sofa cushion. In another moment, young Jerry was happily, and enthusiastically, munching away on Marilyn’s cunt.

Marilyn cleared her throat. “Anyway … thank God your Daddy came to town,” Marilyn continued, “…or we may never have gotten together….”

She watched the ten-year-old boy licking and tongue fucking her pussy for a long moment. “And I’d never have met my friend, Jerry, here,” she added. “Well, I’d never have met him this way, anyhow!” She smiled tenderly. 

“But, you know, Tracy,” Marilyn continued. “Gordon and I really should have made some kind of … overture … to you folks.” She glanced at Grandpa Jack. And now we have some good ideas about what we could have done….”

She grinned. “By the way … the Carson girls may have bought a lot from my shop,” she said impishly, “…but you weren’t our biggest customer by any means, honey—you weren’t even the biggest customer in this neighborhood.” She looked all around the circle of new friends and giggled.

“It was the Murphys!!” She waited for the information to process in the Carson family’s minds, and nodded affirmatively at their questioning looks.

“You don’t sayyyyyyyy,” Grandpa Jack drawled. He thought for a long moment. “Now isn’t that—“

“INTERESTING!!!” Everyone within earshot had finished the phrase for him.

Grandpa Jack snorted. “You don’t have to yell,” he complained, mock indignantly. “I can take a hint….”

Some of the kids and all the adults sniffed derisively.
 
“HUH!!” Grandpa Jack grunted. He stuck out his tongue and blew a raspberry to one and all. 

“But you all have to admit it really is … intriguing, don’t you think?” He shrugged when the audience didn’t respond. “Well … I think it is!” he declared.

“Tell me about the Murphys!” Grandpa Jack ordered. “…Everything you know about them.”

“Well…,” Marilyn tried to sort out her thoughts. She was under considerable pressure. Young Jerry Fletcher was making sorting thoughts difficult with his oral attentions to Marilyn’s pussy. “Well, for one thing, there’s a ton a’ them livin’ in that big ol’ house across the park from us. Lots a’ them. Ol’ Man Murphy … his name is Doug … owns a TV station an’ a modeling agency an’ some other things too … and he has most of his kids working for him—“

“DADDY…!” Tracy interjected, “…you can’t be thinking!! Dad … you can’t convert the whole … town … to family sex!! My goodness!!”

Grandpa Jack looked at his youngest daughter contemplatively. “I’m not sure convert is the right word,” he remarked. “I really prefer to think of myself as bringing lost souls back to the side of light … and hot fucking!”

Tracy snorted derisively.

“It’s true!” Grandpa Jack declared. He leaped to his feet and struck a pose. “I feel … I feel a disturbance—there’s a disturbance in the … in the FLESH!!”

Grandpa Jack cupped a hand to his ear. “What’s that I hear? Someone is trying to … wait, it’s coming to me.”

Grandpa Jack tucked his chin into his chest, breathed deep and let his diaphragm expel the air.

“JACK,” he intoned, “JAAAAAAAACK … I AM YOUR FATHER!! I'M FUCKING YOUR SISTERS’ ASSES, JACK … AND I NEED HEEEEEEEEELP…!!"

Tracy tried to not to smile—it’d just encourage him—but Grandpa Jack’s performance was pretty good. His voice had a hollow, machine-like effect, just without an echo. Still, his voice had enough resonance that it sounded like it was coming from somewhere beyond the infinite reaches of outer space. Tracy laughed and the whole room laughed with her.

“What brought that on about Aunt Belinda and Aunt Layla?” Candy asked interestedly. “Are you trying to say…?”

“Ahhhh, my mouth just started galloping really fast afore I engaged my brain,” Grandpa Jack grinned. “Wasn’t tryin’ to say anything about my sisters at all … I seriously don’t know where that came from, sugar,” he admitted

“Yeah, I can understand that,” Candy replied. “Failure to engage brain—Dad, that actually explains a lot….”

“Didn’t Dr. Freud have something to say about … uh … remarks like that?” Tracy asked.

Grandpa Jack glowered at Candy and Tracy alike.

His daughters were singularly unimpressed. They kept grinning at him and wouldn’t back down.

“What’s Aunt Belinda look like?” Alicia interrupted. “We haven’t seen her for so long….”

Tracy reached for her android. When she found what she was looking for, she handed the tablet to Alicia.

Grandpa Jack looked too. “Dang … Sis cleans up real good, huh?”

Tracy’s picture of her Aunt Belinda showed a woman in a yellow bikini that offset her tan to excellent advantage. Her breasts were heavy … almost pendulous; her body showed she took good care of herself and was watching her diet. She was posed on a chaise lounge on a wooden deck—it was somewhere in the mountains. Her sunglasses were large and impenetrable; her hair put up to show small, shapely ears. 

Belinda’s left leg was stretched out in front of her. The right, farthest from the camera, was bent at the knee and her right foot was flat on the chaise lounge’s surface. With her legs slightly separated, her crotch was clearly visible beneath the concealing bikini bottom—a beautiful camel toe was unmistakable. The picture exposed satiny smooth, curvaceous thighs that didn’t show even the faintest beginnings of cellulite deposits and her calves were beautifully rounded. To cap things off, Grandpa Jack’s sister had a pair of nicely turned ankles on display too. Belinda was smiling proudly … perhaps even a mite seductively … into the camera lens.

Grandpa Jack’d never seen this picture before. “Heck,” Grandpa Jack remarked, “maybe I WAS channeling the old man, you reckon? Maybe—well, he is, after all, no longer with us, as they say … so could I really be channeling….”

He looked off into the middle distance, wondering himself why he’d drawn his sisters into the discussion. On the other hand, Grandpa Jack’s sisters were a long way off, several states over, and there were other issues to deal with.

“So,” Grandpa Jack said, returning to the previous line of inquiry. “Just how many Murphys are there, anyway…?”

♀♂♀

The family conference was impromptu. The mixed group of adults, teens, and kids were taking a break in the Carson’s erotic playroom, while everyone recuperated from the last round of hot sex. They were more-or-less waiting for the spark that would set the next round off. While they waited, they were consuming gallons of their beverage of choice, hot wings, sandwiches and whatever else they could liberate from Aunt Tracy’s fridge or cupboard.
 
Grandpa Jack cleared his throat. It made Sabrina Fletcher, sitting close beside him, glanced up at his face inquiringly. Grandpa Jack squeezed her hand, then dropped it back in her bare lap. They were sitting thigh to thigh on the sofa, and had been all afternoon long.

“Got a text from Joanne and Grady little while ago,” Grandpa Jack announced to the room at large.

Everyone looked at him, wondering what the news was. Even the Stocktons and Sabrina knew Joanne was Grandpa Jack’s number two daughter and Grady was her husband.

“Yesterday afternoon, Grady and his partner signed an agreement for a building back home their business will fit into, and leave enough room for expansion,” he said cheerfully. “Joanne’s already talked to a moving company and worked out arrangements for a quick move. They’ll be picking up roots and moving two weeks from tomorrow!” 

Candy had a pleased expression on her face. She’d been instrumental in bringing Joanne and her family ‘to the light’. There was a murmur from all around the room.

“And so will their friends, Phil and Tammy and all their kids,” Grandpa Jack continued. “Everyone is flying out tomorrow on a house-hunting trip—they’re going to beat us home.”

"We gotta have Aunt Tracy and Uncle Stew move down by where we live too," Alicia remarked.

"I second that," Grandpa Jack said amusedly. "You could build houses back home as easily as up here," he told Stewart, who was sitting nearby and holding hands with his wife.

Stew glanced at his wife. "Okay … ya talked us into it," he drawled.

Dead silence.

"Yes really!" Tracy said brightly. She grinned at the startled looks she was getting from her father and big sister. "Stew and I hashed it out last night.” She tucked her legs under her naked butt on the couch and leaned back comfortably.

“We have that money from Stew's grandmother's will," she explained, "so we can deal with startin' up a new company without worrying whether we'll be able to eat regular or not and Stew has some plans he never sold to the parent company here.”

"Actually, we were already considering moving somewhere more friendly anyway. The taxes here are horrendous and we don't like the school district … lots a' things."

"You mean it? You're going to move down by us?" Alicia demanded.

"Your grandfather is such a smooth talker … conned us right into it. You heard what he said to your Uncle Stew," Tracy said, smiling.

Alicia snorted and looked at her aunt. "It's fun fuckin' him too, huh?" she said lewdly. She was pretty sure her aunt's move had some other elements besides taxes. She looked at her Uncle Stewart. “And you like fucking us, too, don’t you?” she remarked, grinning wickedly.

"There are many, many benefits to living back there," Tracy said, nodding serenely.

Grandpa Jack stirred himself, retrieved his smartphone from the end table and scrolled through his contact list. “Bunch a’ contractors went bust after the housing market crashed,” he told Tracy and her husband. “An’ they kept on goin’ bust ‘cause nobody had enough sense to scale everything down and wait out the dry spell … they thought things were going to get better soon … and they never stopped buying new equipment, supplies and stuff like that, ‘stead a’ consolidatin’ and hunkerin’ down to be able to make it through the bad times. Don’t know why….” He stopped at a business contact hidden deep in the list.

“What with your startup money already in hand,” he remarked, “that’ll preclude y’all needing to go throw the rigmarole of throwin’ a business plan together, tryin’ to coax a bank into loans, and stuff like that.” He started a new folder in his contact list and copied one individual contact into the new folder … he did it again, and then three more times. “You’ll know better’n me about the license requirements and stuff like that, but I have a guy who knows all the players and who can do what in response to a little nudgin’, if you run into a roadblock,” he commented.

“Then, this here’s a fella, has a whole crap load of what he says is cutting-edge equipment—trucks, dozers, an’ God knows what all…,” Grandpa Jack told them, rotating his android around to show them the contact number he was pointing to. “He’s willin’ to sell cheap, just to get out from under….”

“And then this number right here is for a man who knows a bunch a’ other men who’re looking for work,” Grandpa Jack continued. “Good men … mostly ex-military … Navy CB’s and Air Force Red Horse construction squadrons. They’re well trained and motivated—outstanding work ethics!” he added. “And finally, this is a lawyer friend who’s plugged into the high end of the business community in the city. You tell ‘im I asked you to call for some advice on who’s looking to expand or build in the near future and he’ll let you in on what he knows without giving you any attitude, okay? He owes me about a zillion favors and this’ll just use up the ones left over from the 1990s….” He grinned all around.

Grandpa Jack looked at Stewart with a satisfied look on his face. “Want to bump androids, Stew?” he asked. Tracy’s husband was already holding up his own communication device. 

“Damn,” Grandpa Jack said when it was done. “…That was kinda sexy, huh? I mean, two smart ass phones gettin’ together like that. I’m gettin’ horny all of a sudden.”

“Daddy,” Tracy said unsteadily. “You don’t have to do that….” 

“I know … that’s why I love doing it,” Grandpa Jack replied. “By the way, Stew … I’m going to need some work done out at the ol’ campground for some improvements out there, hear?”

Stewart nodded. “We’ll do it—expenses only, Jack.”

Grandpa Jack snorted. “The hell you will!! What kinda business man would do that? I’ll be expecting the best materials, the finest craftsmanship, and really fast response times, which means a large labor force—and all that costs money. I expect to pay the going rate … and I can afford it, pardner!”

He paused. “Besides, I ain’t tryin’ to hide what’s really important … you’ll be paying me back just by bringing my lovely youngest daughter and my grandkids home to me, and that as fair a trade as I could ever hope for!”

Tracy and Stewart nodded their agreement together. Both had moist eyes.

There was another thing or two Grandpa Jack thought he could deal with tonight. He’d caught fragments of conversations; he’d listened to the rumors and watched faces while other plans were being made. 

Sitting off to the side of the room, Marilyn and Gordon Stockton were listening to the conversation. For the past few minutes, they’d been whispering urgently to each other. 

Grandpa Jack cocked his head to one side. Gordon had proven to be a standup guy after a somewhat pompous beginning.

"As it happens, there's a car dealership down the road a bit from us down there," Grandpa Jack said as if musing out loud. "I happen to know there's a partnership for sale there, for the right man…," he remarked loudly. “It might be just the thing….”

Gordon Stockton scrambled to his feet and made his way between scattered bodies. "Who do I have to kill??!!" he asked urgently. He was smiling, but he may have meant what he asked.

Grandpa Jack glanced at the wall clock … there was still time to conduct a little business back home. "Well…,” he murmured, “…you probably won’t need to get all that extreme…,” he remarked. “Got your communication de-vice handy, Gordon?" he asked.

Gordon trotted to the cloakroom and came back even quicker with a smartphone.

Grandpa Jack gave him a phone number, reciting it from memory. "Tell the man who answers that I suggested you call, and tell him you’re interested in buying in, with a view to buying him out totally at some point. Be sure pay real close attention to what he says about percentages, debt assumptions, stock options, and such," Grandpa Jack told Stewart. "The guy is a shark if he smells … ahhh … well, money in the water!"

Grandpa Jack watched while Gordon made the call. A connection was made, and Gordon began talking. He wandered around as he talked, not noticing he was pacing. He wound up a few minutes later, sitting beside his wife. After a while, Gordon's face broke out in a smile that threatened to split his face.

"Daddy knows where every skeleton is buried, in every closet, in every little town and wide spot in the road from when he was a county commissioner," Candy remarked, watching Gordon and his wife whispering excitedly again.

"How 'bout it, Daddy?" Tracy asked. "You know where all the bodies are?"

"Certainly not!" Grandpa Jack replied as if he was affronted. He took a sip of his tea. "Besides,” he said meditatively, “… some of the bodies aren't buried yet … an’ some a’ them ain’t quite ready for buryin’, not yet anyway…," he added.

The adults chuckled appreciatively, but also a little uncertainly. They weren't quite sure just how much Grandpa Jack was kidding, or if he was kidding….

Grandpa Jack moved on to the subject to the final item on his personal agenda.

All his daughters but Rebecca had already committed to moving home, and Becky was leaning hard in that direction. Grandpa Jack’s daughters, and their families had made friends in their new lifestyle, and bringing those families into the fold was an important thing for him also. The Hamiltons, Joanne and Grady would be bringing the Braxton’s with them. Even before the Hamiltons discovered the Braxtons were engaged in this new lifestyle, they’d been close.

The Stocktons, now close friends of the Carson family, were also invited to join in the return exodus to the Cartwright stomping grounds … and it looked like that was going to happen. There was one more item that just might work to satisfy two agendas….

Grandpa Jack cleared his throat. "You remember that restaurant up the street from where we lived when you were small—‘Patsy’s?’ “ he asked Tracy.

"Oh, sure!" she answered. "We used to eat there every time you didn't want to cook us kids supper," she said, smiling. "It was a nice place."

"I own it now," Grandpa Jack told her.

"Cool."

Grandpa Jack studied the dregs of his tea in the tumbler. "Trouble is," he said slowly, "It's just breakin' even … in a good month." He took a drink and crushed a piece of ice with his teeth. "I really need me a workin' partner who could bring in the expertise I lack in that game … someone who knows all the tricks food workers use to bilk hapless owners—such as me self—out of their just desserts … and how to find good deals on supplies, craft new menu items, find good chefs … things like that." He drank again. "Y'all don't know anyone who can take charge and turn that business around, do you?"

Sabrina Fletcher dropped Grandpa Jack’s hand she’d been holding in hers and surged to her feet. She stood there leaning over him. Her hands were curled into fists on her naked hips and her face was screwed up in a scowl. Sabrina was glaring down at Grandpa Jack. "If you're just talkin' to hear your head rattle, tell me now!!" she demanded fiercely.

 Grandpa Jack smiled gently. "I really do need a new manager and partner … but also—I don't want to take a chance I won’t ever see you again when the ‘bus’ leaves tomorrow," he admitted, looking the vivacious woman dead in the eyes.

Sabrina swallowed hard, then straddled Grandpa Jack's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, planting kisses all over his face and crying. "I'll be a partner?" she asked, to make sure. "Fifty-fifty?"

Grandpa Jack shook his head. "Sixty-forty," he said, slapping his chest when he gave the lower percentage, to make sure she understood. "You’re bringing your know-how to the partnership and you're going to do all the work.”

“I bring my money is all,” Grandpa Jack remarked, “…and I'm gonna just be banking my share of the profits and maybe come to dinner every once in a while," he said. "I wouldn't deserve the biggest share," he added. "And … I'm only in the restaurant business until I make my investment, and maybe a little more for my trouble, back. Then we talk about buying me out," he said quietly.

Sabrina buried her face in the hollow of his neck. When her children came slowly creeping closer, wondering why mommy was crying, she explained what was happening. They were less impressed with the partnership than the fact they would be moving to where there would be lots of new 'special' friends.

EPILOGUE

Grandpa Jack turned the steering wheel slightly and goosed the powerful engine. The ‘bus’ glided away from the curb in front of Tracy's home. Everyone was outside and waving as Grandpa Jack plus Candy and her family, began the trip home.

"You know? This’s been a really, REALLY good trip!" Grandpa Jack declared, making sure no one could see the moistness in his eyes hidden by the dark sunglasses. "…Met a lot of good folks … and had a bunch a’ good times!" he added.

"And they'll be coming home," Candy said from the front passenger seat. "We'll have them with us from now on," she said contentedly. "All we have left to do is figure out how to get Rebecca down there and you'll have all your daughters back home with you, Daddy," she observed

"Workin' on it!" Grandpa Jack remarked sincerely. He hesitated. "You knew Kirby was a cop at one time, right? He was a Military Policeman in the army and then was a sworn officer for the city when he got out," Grandpa Jack said. "I've wondering if maybe he might could run a private security company I know of that just happens to need a little professional seasoning … what do you think?"

Candy was silent while she considered. "I know he talks about being a cop all the time, but he can't because he blew out his knee so bad," she said speculatively. "Could be he'll see private investigating as an opportunity…," she concluded. She smiled at the windshield.

"Cross your fingers, honey … but we'll have to see," Grandpa Jack said, navigating the big motor home around the curving boulevard that led back to the main road. He wasn't so very happy to leave, so he was driving more slowly than he otherwise would have.

"Could be Travis and his girls will be gettin' some good news pretty soon…," Grandpa Jack offered. He checked his watch.

"Hmmmmmmmmmm?"

"Well … turns out lawyers do a lot of 'networking' all the danged time," Grandpa Jack remarked. “Turns out, they network with lawyers all over hell and half a’ Georgia … not just with other lawyers in the immediate neighborhood. Turns out some lawyers are even networked way up by where Kirby and Rebecca, and Mr. Travis McPherson live."

He let the conversation lay fallow for a moment while he tapped out some corrections for the on-board GPS tracking. He was driving very slowly, not his norm at all.

"Turns out … just by chance, mind you, a lawyer back home knows a guy, who has a sister-in-law, whose husband works as a county clerk where Kirby and Rebecca are, and this husband … well, he keeps a real close eye on people when they’re goin’ and comin’ … and turns out—"

"Daddy!!" Candy said warningly. “If you say that one more time…!”

"—Seems as how Travis' ex-wife is sleepin' with the judge who settled their case!” Grandpa Jack said, cutting his storytelling short.

“…And she was at the time the decree was finalized too," Grandpa Jack remarked, a dark expression on his face. Divorced himself, he didn't like other guys getting beaten up in the court system.

"Oh, myyyyyyyy!" Candy breathed.

"Also seems—“ Grandpa Jack broke off and jerked his right arm out of the way before Candy could slap at it exasperatedly. “Also, comma, the place where Travis' ex-wife works is goin' into receivership and a … uh … 'potential investor' … asked for a surprise audit.”

“Word is, Travis' ex is going to be charged with diverting funds to her personal account … an’ that’s gonna happen real soon—like this afternoon!" Grandpa Jack continued.

"Based on that indictment and some stray pics of the judge and his new lady friend in … ah, call them compromising positions … some random guy—let’s call him a 'friend of the court'—suggested a couple days ago to the judge that the family court should review Travis and Marilee’s divorce decree, and revise it a little.”

“Curiously enough, the judge jumped right on that and found a way to revoke Marilee’s parental rights completely and give Travis sole custody—permanently! He rendered his revised judgment about three hours ago—it surprised the lawyers for Travis and Marilee all to heck!" Grandpa Jack said darkly.

"This judge feller is also going to resign tomorrow morning, and never bother anyone ever again!" The last was delivered viciously.

"Daddy…," Candy breathed. She undid her seatbelt, crossed behind the big console and caught her father around the neck for an impromptu hug. "You're so….”

"Well … sometimes things just turn out the way we want them to," Grandpa Jack said embarrassedly. "Just happens that way….”

"I'm going to call Becky!" Candy exclaimed, returning to her position, riding shotgun for Daddy.

"Ohhhh … you don’t have to be doing that. They'll be hearing officially anytime now," Grandpa Jack protested, glancing at the clock readout. He didn’t stop Candy from having her fun though. He smiled out at the world beyond the bus’ windshield.

Candy made the call. Grandpa Jack could hear excited squeals emanating from Candy’s secret throwaway phone all the way over to where he sat behind the steering wheel. He grinned when Candy ended the call and sighed contentedly.

Grandpa Jack tapped the bus’ air horns lightly.

The house cat, probably feral since he looked pretty unkempt, was sunning himself in the middle of the street and didn’t want to yield the right of way for a reason known only to himself. Maybe he was feral because he wasn’t very smart….

Grandpa Jack gave the feline a longer blast from the horns to hurry him along. The horns on the ‘bus’ were heavy-duty ones; they sounded more like horns on a freight train, blaring a warning at a crossing than anything else. The cat grudgingly padded aside, not really willing to leave the road to the big RV.

Seconds later, a sudden shriek from a few feet behind him made Grandpa Jack jam on the brakes, stopping the big vehicle in just a few yards. He thought maybe the danged cat had run up under the rear wheels or something … but he could see the animal in the rearview mirror, slowly sauntering back into the middle of the broad avenue.

Grandpa Jack wondered what the emergency was. He couldn't see anything in front, and there was nothing coming up behind—and nothing approaching from the sides either, so whatever it was causing the commotion had to be internal.

"What the hell?" Grandpa Jack demanded, still searching the console for a flashing red warning or something. Then he stared into at his interior rearview mirror camera.

"Grandpa Jack!" Carrie said excitedly. "Come look at what we saw!" she ordered.

Sighing resignedly, Grandpa Jack trod on the accelerator and guided the ‘bus’ safely to the curb a little further down the street. They'd almost made it out of the housing development's security gate.

Grandpa Jack grumbled a little while he set the parking brake, shook off his seatbelt, and swiveled the chair around. "What is it?" he asked when he got back to the command center a pace and a half back into the starboard side of the motor home.

"Look at this," Alicia said, punching a virtual button on the computer screen to bring down the big flat screen HD at the rear of the coach. She called up a recorded camera image on the computer touch screen and sent it to the widescreen.

The view was from one of the top-mounted, starboard side surveillance cameras. They showed the area … north of the wide avenue as the ‘bus’ rolled west on it, toward the Interstate. On the saved video they could see the large home they knew was the Murphy’s residence approaching in the front cameras. In real time, Grandpa Jack’d hardly glanced at it as they passed; the danged cat in the middle of the road had occupied all of his attention.

The bus’ air horns sounded their strident call on the video. There were a couple of heartbeat’s worth of pause as the ‘bus’ glided slowly down the street again. At the moment Grandpa Jack’s huge RV was directly opposite the front sidewalk leading to the mansion, twin double doors leading into the Murphy’s home were both thrown wide. Almost simultaneously, the heavy drapes in the big living room picture window were ripped open. The starboard side video cameras captured everything.

"STOP!" Grandpa Jack said quickly.. Alicia tapped a key to halt the video replay.

"Computer!" Grandpa Jack commanded.

"Yes, darling?"

"Sharpen focus…," Grandpa Jack said, moving the center of the frame a little to the right, trying to see into the shadows. "Enhance….”

The computer flipped through a few filters until 'she' found one that most effectively muted the sun's glare off the big window. Another few incremental adjustments, and the interior of the Murphy’s home was revealed.

Through the big double doors, a young girl was visible in the foyer—a naked young girl, no more than ten-years-old—was standing on a low stool and bending forward, bracing her hands on a credenza under a fancy mirror. An older male, many years her senior, was fucking her from behind. In fact, the whitish blur spouting from the end of his cock was probably a geyser of cum cascading all over the little girl’s ass and lower back.

The older man was staring with an expression of shocked dismay out the open door and into a camera lens he didn’t know was there. His eyes were wide and his mouth was just opening into what was probably going to be a roar to close the doors again.

Through the big picture window, other naked people were visible in the mid-morning sun. Closest to the window, a naked little boy standing leaning over the back of a sofa, clearly the person who’d yanked the curtains open, was staring excitedly out, probably wondering what had caused the freight train noise outside the Murphy’s home. Beside him, another young boy was standing on the sofa’s seat cushions with his small dick thrust deep in a middle-aged woman’s mouth. 

"Well, isn't that…," Grandpa Jack breathed.

"INTERESTING!!" Alicia and Carrie shouted in unison.

Grandpa Jack sniffed scornfully; he didn’t deign to reply more directly.

"What're the odds? All three of the families in this neighborhood are into family sex … and none of them know, or rather, knew, that the others were doing each other … too."

Grandpa Jack paused and frowned. "Did I screw that up—grammar-wise?"

"Doesn't matter," Carrie said. "We know what you mean. So, what are we gonna do about it?"

“Well … we’re on a tight schedule, sugar,” Grandpa Jack replied. “Your Dad has to be at work the day after we get home….” He made a decision. “Make me a quick DVD of that, honey,” Grandpa Jack instructed Alicia.

"Hey, Candy?” he continued. “Call Tracy and tell her to have someone meet us outside for a quick stop-and-drop, okay?"

He trotted back to his seat and rotated it back into position for manual driving. He released the parking brake and goosed the accelerator. By the time they were again in front of his daughter's home, the DVD was ready … and a couple of screen captures printed up.

"Oh … my … God!" Tracy said, when she saw the stills. She'd come running out herself in response to Candy’s unexpected call. "That's….”

"That's a cute little hottie being fucked by her grandfather or someone in that generation!" Grandpa Jack said, cutting her off. “And the young lad being sucked off by his mother, or aunt? … is having a hell of a good time too!”

"And now the 'sitiation' is in your lap," Grandpa Jack said. "You make the decision about whether to contact them or not … and let us know what you come up with," he added. He smiled at her as Tracy distractedly made her way down the ‘bus’ steps and stood on the sidewalk.

As they drove away, they could see Tracy marching up to her front door, still staring at the printed screen captures. She disappeared inside.

On the way out, Grandpa Jack drove the ‘bus’ slowly past the Murphys’ again, blowing his freight train air horns again repeatedly. This time, everyone in the passenger section of the big motor home was naked and the windows were tuned to full transparent mode. Everyone was pressed up against the bus’ windows, waving vigorously at the blank face of the Murphys’ house and grinning broadly.

The bus’ HD cameras caught the edge of someone’s face peering out to see what the noise was all about….

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Forty-five minutes late, Candy's throw-away phone rang. She listened for a moment, then propped the phone up on the center console and thumbed it into speaker mode. The sounds of lewd partying came through fine. In particular, the sounds a woman makes being thoroughly fucked were loud and clear.

“Daddy…,” Tracy called out hoarsely. “…Daddy … the Murphys want to say hello—they’re just like us, Daddy … just like us!”

“Outstanding!” Grandpa Jack replied, switching the bus to Lolita’s autopilot mode so he could pay more attention to the phone call. “Quick work, honey! You must a’ trotted right over there, eh? Cool!”

He waited for a response that didn’t come immediately. Instead, Tracy was grunting hard whenever a series of flesh-slapping-flesh sounds occurred. Grandpa Jack recognized Tracy’s panting.

“Tracy, honey…?” Grandpa Jack asked slyly, “is that the ol’ bull o’ the woods in the Murphy slammin’ it to you there, by any chance?”

The panting increased in tempo and intensity. 

“Well … he’s one a’ them!” Tracy finally managed. Her voice was strangled.

“Da-diiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!!” she wailed. “Daddy … Mrs. Murphy … Paula was a … porn star … and they have all her videos … they’re showing them on the walls and all the TVs and everywhere else….”

“Oh Godddddd…!” 

Grandpa Jack took control of the ‘bus’ again, braked as hard as he thought advisable, what with no one wearing seat belts. He guided the ‘bus’ up the off-ramp they’d almost passed. He parked on the shoulder at the top and set the parking brake.

“Daddy!” Tracy continued when she could. “There’s a ton a’ folks in the Murphy family … and all a’ them aren’t even here yet…. They’re still comin’ … and Doug says the party’ll last all weekend long, Daddy….”

“Okay, sugar…,” Grandpa Jack replied, “…you just pay attention to what … the misters Murphy are doing for you while we have a quick confab here, okay?”

There was no coherent response, but Tracy quit talking in favor of more desperate panting.

Grandpa Jack glanced around. All four Winstons were standing glumly in the driver’s compartment listening to the sounds of bawdy carousing coming over the phone connection.

“Well … we could go back for the party—sounds like a great one,” Brett Winston proposed, “I could stay for a couple of days and then fly back home by myself in time for the Monday meeting,” he suggested unhappily. “Then y’all could come home whenever….”

Grandpa Jack nodded. “OR … you could resign where you work now, and come to work for me—“ he offered. He waited for a full count. “You’re just about the only person in the world who knows what all I have up in the air … you could step right in as my deputy … same salary you get now—frequent raises … benefits out the ying-yang … and you’d work from home—be with the family just about all the time…,” he said encouragingly. Grandpa Jack gestured at Brett’s wife and children.

Well, Brett knew almost all of the wheeling and dealing Grandpa Jack had orbiting around him. Not all … but most. Grandpa Jack would save that information for another day….

Brett watched his father-in-law intently for a long moment. “Deal!” he announced after glancing at his wife. The approval in her eyes had been the deciding factor. “When do I start?”

Grandpa Jack shrugged. “You already did!” he said. “You have a little time right now, you can start composing your resignation letter….”

“TRACY!” Grandpa Jack called out. “You still there?”

“MMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnnppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhh??” Tracy answered … sort of. Apparently she wasn’t able to offer a more decipherable reply….

“Honey, don’t let anyone change the codes on the gate, hear?” Grandpa Jack said. “We’re a’ comin’ your way at a high rate of speed, so inform the Murphys there’ll be five more for … dinner and a fuck, okay?”

“Hurrrrriiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Tracy squealed. She cut the connection from her end.

Grandpa Jack released the brake, guided the ‘bus’ back onto the roadway, navigated over the overpass and turned left. In a few more seconds, the big RV was accelerating down the Interstate’s on-ramp and working rapidly up to highway speed, en route back to the family-friendly neighborhood they’d just left.

THE END

If you wish to contact me, you can email me at caleboflannery@yahoo.com with comments, suggestions, discovered misspelled words … or whatever.  ☺  I’ll reply to emails if you provide an address.

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The Erotic Novels in the ‘The Grandpa Jack And The Twins’ Saga:

Grandpa Jack And The Twins Hook Up
Grandpa Jack And The Twins Go Camping
Grandpa Jack And The Twins … And Mommies And Daddies
Grandpa Jack And The Twins Take A Road Trip
Grandpa Jack And The Twins … On Honeymoon (forthcoming)