Forbidden Fruit: Pt I
For two nights in a row I had experienced vivid dreams which I could not recall the following morning. All I remembered was climaxing, but there was no evidence of it when I woke up. I hadn’t had any sexual dreams for well over a year since my wife and stepson died in an accident. I just couldn’t, for the life of me explain the intense orgasmic feelings I had without seeing a drop of sperm on my sheets. I was sleeping better than I had in months, but what was going on? I was convinced that it had nothing to do with my houseguests. I had invited Candy and her Mother, Trina, to live with me. Cheaper for them. Company for me
‘Oh, well’ I thought, ‘I might as well get up’. I dressed and went to the kitchen, pleasantly surprised to see my grand-daughter busy frying up bacon and eggs. It was June, already hot, and she was wearing a denim mini-skirt and a tight tee shirt.
“Mornin’ Gramps!” she said, smiling as I walked by.
“Mornin’ to you, Candy.” I replied. “You’re up early!”
“Got a final this morning. I got up early to study for it.” she answered, flipping the bacon and eggs onto three plates. “Breakfast is up, Mom!” she shouted as she plunked the plates on the kitchen table.
“Are you OK, Gramps?” she asked as she sat down across from me.
“Yeah! Why do you ask?” I said.
“Well, about a half an hour ago, I heard you moaning. But then it stopped.”
Blushing slightly at having my secret discovered, I mumbled something about dreaming.
“Sounded like a pretty wild dream to me.” she said, giggling as she ate.
“Oh? What did it sound like?” I asked, barely able to make eye contact.
“It sounded like you and Gram were getting it on!”
“And just how would a fourteen year old know what getting it on sounds like?” I scolded her, smiling as I did so. I had encouraged her early on to be frank with me and I would with her. I treated her as an adult and I got respect in return. We could talk about anything.
“ I think I heard you guys once a year or so ago.” Before she could say any more, Trina walked in, dressed for work.
She sat down to eat. “I hope you got a good nights sleep, young lady” Trina said to her daughter.
“Yes Mom! I did. This test is a piece of cake!” she said as she got up. “Gotta run! See ya later, Mom. You too Gramps!” She smiled, kissed us both on the cheek, picked up her backpack, she left for school.
“You know,” I said to my daughter-in -law, “You two look a lot alike, especially in the face.”
“You think so? I would have said she looks more like Meg” she replied, referring to my late wife and her Mother-in Law.
“ That’s just the red hair. If she were blonde, she would look like you. Either way, she’s growing up fast.”
“Isn’t that the truth!” she said, finishing her egg and rising from the table. “Still, I’m a little worried about her….and you too. You miss Meg, don’t you?”
Staring at my plate, fighting to hold back the tears, I nodded, “Yup! I do, but I‘m not alone. You miss Rob too. So does Candy. I can see it in your eyes, sometimes. Well, you have a good day. OK?”
“Sure, and you too.” she answered, giving me a peck on the cheek.
A couple of hours later, Candy came home, happy to be done with exams. “Hey Gramps!” she said, draping herself over an easy chair in typical teenage fashion. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, sweety! What’s up?”
“There’s this boy at school. I think he likes me, but I‘m not sure.”
“Why aren’t you sure?”
“I dunno! If somebody likes you, they should pay attention to you and not other girls, right?” she asked.
“I suppose.” I answered. “Is that the issue here? Is he flirting with other girls, too?”
“Kind of. A couple of my girlfriends tell me that for him to like me, I have to do things to him.”
Frowning, I asked, “What kind of things?”
“You know, like stroke him off, and stuff.” she answered.
I could tell she wasn’t comfortable, so I reassured her that she could say anything to me in confidence, and I would not go telling her mother. ”Go on…” I said.
“Have any of these girls done this to him? Because, if they have, drop him like a hot rock.!”
“No. I don’t think so. It’s just that I like him and I’d like him to like me,”
“I think you are a little young to be sexually active, Candy. Sex is something you reserve for someone you love.”
“I wasn’t gonna let him fu.., um, scr.., um, make love to me. Just suck him off and stuff.”
“And that’s not sex?” I asked.
“Well, not exactly. That’s, like when he puts his thing inside me. That’s what I learned in health class.”
“Oh, no Gramps!” she said, shifting around in her seat, showing a hint of lacy thong.
“Wanna check?” she teased, laughing.
Smiling back, trying not to stare at her crotch, I replied, “That’s not necessary. But, tell me, have you done any of that ‘other stuff ’ ?”
She blushed slightly, “Well, kind of.”
A smile broke out on her face as she said, “ With you, silly.”
“Please don’t be mad, Gramps! I just wanted to see what a man looks like, especially when he comes.”
Then it dawned on me, why I had those erotic dreams. “You should have asked.”
“You never would have agreed”
“You’re right! But what I don’t understand is, if I came, where did the evidence go?”
“The first night, I caught it in a hankie. Last night, I swallowed it.”
“I swallowed it. I jerked you off onto my tongue. You thought you were fu.., I mean, making love to Gram. It was so sweet. I just didn’t want to spoil it for you. I wanted so bad to crawl into bed with you, but I knew you’d be pissed when you found out. I’ve dreamed about losing my cherry to you.”
“But, what about boys your age? Why wouldn‘t you want to do that with someone younger than me?”
“Boys are such assholes! Besides, you just told me that sex happens between two people when one of them comes. And I didn‘t want to have sex, I wanted to make love.”
“But, that’s different!”
“How is it different. I love you, You love me. What more do we need?”
“But, we’re related! That’s incest! And besides, you are definitely under age.”
“It’s not incest, really! I know you are not my natural grandfather.” She shifted again, showing more of her thong. I could clearly see the red hair of her bush through the lace.
“But, there’s the other thing, your age!” I stammered.
“Why would I tell anyone? I know if word got out you would go to jail, and I don’t want that.” Lowering her gaze to the tenting in my pants, she continued, “Are you gonna tell me that you don’t want me?”
Looking down at my own crotch, I replied, “I’m not going to lie! But I could never, um…”
“Fuck me?” she broke in.
“If I promise to save my cherry for ’the man of my dreams’ would you help me get some experience?”
“I dunno, Candy. I’m having trouble getting past these issues.” I said as I looked up.
My eyes stopped at her crotch. Her skirt was pulled up and her hand was inside her panties. It looked like she had two fingers up inside.
“Gramps, I NEED to know what its like to be properly kissed here. Won’t you PLEASE help me.” she pleaded as she removed her fingers from her pussy and inserted them both in her mouth. “Mmmm! Wanna taste?”
I sat there motionless, staring at her semi-hidden pussy. She stood up, pulled down the miniscule undergarment and walked toward me. Lifting up her skirtand stepping forward, again she asked in almost a whisper, “Please?”
Unable to resist, I croaked, “Alright, but I will NOT fuck you!”
Raising her right leg and resting her foot on the arm of the chair, she stood there silent.
I leaned into the tangled mass of orange-red hair that hid her young pussy lips, breathing in the scent of her. “Mmmmmm!” I subconsciously moaned as my nose brushed past her bush. My tongue lashed out sliding into the crevasse of her young sex. “You taste so good!” I mumbled into her crotch. “Oh, God, you taste so good!”
“Oooooh! That feels nice, gramps!” she cooed as her hips began to swing back and forth.
Pulling my face from her cunt, I looked up at her, smiled, and said, “Please don’t call me Gramps while I’m eating you out!”
Laughing, she replied, “OK! Just don’t stop This feels soo good!”
My face re-buried itself in her pussy and my tongue delved deeper into the folds of her strawberry snatch. My lips wrapped around her emerging clit and I teased it with the tip of my tongue, revelling in the pleasure moans emanating from her throat.
“Oh God Gra…Ahhhh! Ohhh! Make me cum! Please! Please make me cum!” she babbled as I worked over her clit and rubbed my face in her freshening pussy.
Her hands went to my head. She needed to hold on to me to continue standing.
I sucked and slurped on the warm soft lips of her cunt while my nose alternated between rubbing her clit and sliding inside her ever moistening cuntlips.
Her grip on my head tightened as she moaned louder and longer, her fingernails digging into my scalp. I could tell she was close to cumming and I continued my assault on her clit. Finally, with a wail, she announced to the world her first major orgasm, depositing a dollop of girl cum on my overworked tongue.
Collapsing in my lap, she opened her mouth to kiss me and I reciprocated, letting her taste herself in the process. Pulling back from the kiss, she smiled and said, “That was incredible! Where did you learn to do that! That felt so good! I thought I was going to explode! Ohh, thank you, Gra.. thank you” and she leaned in to kiss me again. Breaking off the second kiss, she said that she owed me one, to which I replied, “Nonsense! If anybody owes anybody, I still owe you for yesterday. Now you need to get dressed before your mother sees this.” I said as I pointed to the skimpy panties laying on the floor.
She picked them up and put them on, making a show for me as she did so. “I really can’t thank you enough, Gra…”
“Its OK, dear. Now that its over you can call me gramps.” I kidded her, “But, please don’t tell ANYONE about this. If this went public, both of us would be in a world of shit.”
“I promise!” she replied. “But, I need to know something.”
“When can we do this again?” She winked as she turned to leave the living room.