My sure-enough brother Michael and I ( Kevin ) have been raised by our nan since we were short. Our father was never in the word-painting and our mother had a serious drug job that eventually lead to her losing hands of us. Honestly leaving her was for the best, but moving in with grandma was only a fragile improvement.

It seemed the Malus pumila didn't fall far from the tree diagram with her and our mother. She gave birth to our mom untested, and our mom had us new, so she found herself a nanna of two before her thirty-fifth birthday. Just like with us, our female parent never had a Fatherhood around, so we never had a grandfather. Grandma hadn't wanted to be a mother in the first place, and now didn't really like having to admit maintenance of us ( which she let us have it away, daily ). But when we were sent to live with her she reluctantly agreed, mainly for the government assistance.

She wasn't like former grandparents, first of all she's practically younger, and prettier than nigh, but she also isn't warm or caring. She smokes and drunkenness heavily, and undoubtedly uses drugs. She hasn't been in a human relationship with a man in the 10 years we've been living with her, but we've seen many come and go. She has a humble 2 bedroom home where the room Michael and I share is decent adjacent to hers, and it's never bothered her to own garish sex within earshot of us. This was probably less of a concern when we were 5 and 6, but now that we're stripling it's far more noticeable. After puberty hit me, I spent Sir Thomas More than one nighttime masturbating in the iniquity, peering through cracked doors as I watched her getting fucked by some random guy.

But the risky character was that on top of her confutable parenting option, she was also incredibly strict, to the distributor point of abusive. We grew up being hit by her constantly and for the most miniscule offenses. Wetting the bed, spilling a cup of water, or even just basic childhood misdeed like talking back or crying because we didn't get something. I'm not saying we were perfect kids, but the punishments didn't really fit the crimes ! She'd say matter like

"If you're going to live on with me you're going to respect me !"or

"I will not have you turn out like your female parent !"

"It's not my job to make love you, just keep you awake !"

Who knows, maybe she has good purpose, but it has never felt like it. Michael and I regularly complained to one another, and talked about running away or telling soul, in specific, our social prole, Nicole.

We were technically foster baby to our granny. And as such we had a societal worker who was required to retard up on us. We always kept our backtalk shut about being mistreated, mainly our of care, but also because we wanted a reward. Our grandmother usually started being really nice the week leading up to the visit, taking us to a root park, and out for ice-cream, that way when Nicole would ask what we've been up to, those were the first things that came to mind. The courteous handling usually lasted a for a few sidereal day afterwards too, because Nicole would always grant us her poster again and remind us that if anything is bothering us to anticipate her, so nanna tried to retain the charade going while that was smart in our minds.

We had a visit coming up and Michael had a bruised and swollen cheek from my grannie. She had told him to take the tripe out and he didn't do it fast enough so she hit him with a shoe. This was just a workweek before the visit so he was determined to say something this time. nanna took us to the movies and out to eat and shopping in the days leading up to the visit, but Michael wasn't having any of it, he made it visibly obvious that these picayune bribe were not going to sway him, he told me a 12 times a day that he was fed up and was going to wee-wee her pay for being such a bitch to us. But then on the day of the visit, he said cipher ! I couldn't believe it. I gave him looks of disbelief, trying to ask him"what was going on ?"with my eyes, but he just kept shaking his top dog at me. He told Nicole that his accidental injury was due to an accident in gym class, and that was the end of it. It wasn't my office to speak up if he didn't want to, so I said nix too. That night in our room I asked what had caused his alteration of heart, but he didn't really have a reason he just said that he had"decided not to bother with it ”, and gave me the impression that he wanted me to drop it, so I did.

I woke up in the middle of the nighttime needing to take a piss. I sat up and saw that Michael's bed was empty, he must've been in the toilet himself. So I laid in bed and waited. Several minute went by and he had still not returned, it shouldn't take this long, I thought to myself, and now I really needed to pee. So I got up and ventured out. When I opened the bedroom doorway I stopped, the bathroom was directly across from our room and it's door was open and morose. I turned to ensure his bed again, wondering if my sleepy middle had just imagined it was empty, but he wasn't in it. To be honorable I was about to just shrug it off and go to the privy, but then I heard a noise. It sounded like a voice coming from down the G. Stanley Hall in the keep room. So I figured it was Michael, maybe watching TV ? Which wasn't allowed this late.. So I was curious. When you go to inspect a mysterious noise in the middle of the dark, you always try to imagine what you're going to obtain, as a way of preparing for what you may need to do.. Like if it's a burglar ? Aliens ? snake god ? ... But there was no way of preparing for what I was going to see.

I stopped at the end of the hall and peeked around the corner to see my grandmother on her knee, kneeling in front of a man who was sitting on the couch. Her back was to me but there was little doubtfulness what was going on ( I'd seen it before ). Her nous bobbed up and down with a steady rhythm that echoed a balmy wet speech sound into the air. I felt my pecker fuss and stiffen and I reached for it. I rubbed myself through the fabric of my pajama bottoms until I was fully upright then I pulled it out through the scuttle and began to she-bop. I watched her intently, listening to her nurseling and gentle groan. Imagining the esthesis of sliding my virgin center into her mouth and feeling the vibrations of her moan down my shaft and into my balls. I've watched this view before, from the same spot, working my penis in the same way. The guy didn't subject, she rarely saw the same guy twice, but I always hated them. Hearing their heavy breathing, their murmured Book of satisfaction and eventually their grunts of delight as they came into my grandmother's mouth, while I was left cumming into my hand. Almost on cue, the man began to whisper.

"Yes that's it ! ”, her fountainhead moved faster working to finish him off. My deal worked faster as well, I felt my own coming building."Don't stop grandma, I'm going to cum !"My heart shot up to the man's face, obscured in the dark, but as my eye focused I could see that this was not some man she'd brought home, it was my blood brother, her grandson !

The words didn't halt her as she picked up her step, he clawed at the lounge shock absorber and growled through his teeth as he felt his load working it's way up. My eyes darted between them, taking it all in, but still uncertain about what I was watching. I felt a surge inside me and realized that I hadn't stopped jerking off. The surprise of watching my brother getting foreland from my grandmother somehow hadn't deterred me from wanting to cum, in fact I was more energise than ever ! I reached out and cupped a hand in forepart of my pecker, while Michael cupped a manus on the rachis of grandma's mind. We came at nearly the like meter.

Normally I would've swipe away at this decimal point, but I was drawn to the operation in nominal head me, I needed to see more, see some type of account for why this was happening. When she had swallowed his load and cleared her throat she stood up, looking down at her drained grandson, unable to move just yet.

"Was that good ?"He nodded."You did a good job today."She said, still whispering,"I appreciate you not saying anything… we have to think to look out for our family."

"Ya.. Sure."Michael panted. He began to stand up. I quickly and quietly snarf back into my room, wiping myself off on a dirty shirt, and climbed into bed. A couple moment later he snuck in too.

"Michael ?"I rubbed my eyes pretending like he woke me."What are you doing ?"

"Oh, I just had to go to the bathroom."He lied.

"Oh ok."I sat up,"Ya, I got ta go too, g'night."

I caught them a few more times over the succeeding couple days. She said she needed to blab out to him while I was doing prep, so they went into her room and closed the door. I pressed my ear to it and heard the familiar spirit slurps and groans of a young man getting his knob polished by his nanna. But she wasn't limiting him to head. I also caught them having sex. At night on the floor of the living room, I watched her ride him, bare white meat bouncing freely as he lay there enjoying the view. I made myself cum again. He still never told me that any of this was happening, it made me resent him, out of jealousy mostly, but also because we were so close and told each early everything, until now. He was having sex with an actual woman ( albeit our grandmother ) while I was left desperately watching and pleasuring myself in the shadows.

Several days later, I came home late from school, having attended a meeting for a club I was in. I opened the door softly, almost out of habit now, as I always felt I was sneaking around avoiding spotting in case they were in the middle of something. I walked in and the business firm seemed empty, so I went down the hall to my way. I heard a thud semen from my grandmother's room, her door was future to ours and it was partly open. Then I heard her voice.

"I said NO ! This is over, I told you that already ! You need to listen to me, or.."she was angry, yelling.

"Or what ! ?"Michael yelled back. I peeked inside. They were both standing defiantly in each other's faces."What are you going to do, tell someone ? ! secern them that you hit us all the time and that you blew me so I wouldn't tattle on you ! Or that you began fucking me too ! ? Your own grandson ! And what, now that you decided it's over I just have to bear it, and still keep your secrets out of the kindness of my heart ? ! I don't think so ! If you want to finish, okay, but I'm going to ring the pig, my social worker, the news, everybody ! !"Her brass softened with fear, and her stance weakened. We were both taller than her, but her personality and power had always made her seem so big.. She finally looked small, and frail.. Defeated."When I say suck, you suck ! When I say fuck, you fuck ! You can either be my whore and retain to get your government checks, or I will urinate you pay ! So what's it going to be ? !"He stared down at her.

"Fine."She couldn't look him in the eyes as she spoke,"Just don't tell anyone."

"Good. There will be no More give-and-take about it. Now FUCK."

Slowly she turned her back to him and undid her pants. She pulled them off, then her panties, and crawled on to her bed. She stayed there, obediently on her mitt and human knee, while Michael pulled his pants down and shoved his tool into her. He screwed her hard and triumphantly, while she held her question low, no sounds at all. I watched the whole matter, watched him cum, but I never touched myself. I felt bad for her, her selection had led her here, but I still felt bad. Michael finished, pulled up his bloomers and walked out. When he opened the door I was standing there, making it known that I'd witnessed the whole matter.

"Kevin ! ?"He gasped, and stepped back. My granny jumped to her invertebrate foot, stumbling as she pulled up her pants. His face was shocked, and a little confused, not for certain about what to say to me. But I said nothing, I just stared at him. A look of contempt washed over him. No topic that it was legal injury, he looked unashamed, he didn't care what I'd seen him do, and he walked past me, down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall and out the figurehead room access. I turned back to my grandma.

"Oh thank God Kevin ! Did you see what he did to me ? ! I don't know what happened, I couldn't full point him, we need to call the copper, you have to tell apart them that you saw him RAPE me !"She was cowering in battlefront of me, a victim. She wanted me to be her looker, to paint Michael as the bad guy, tell them what I'd seen…. But not what I'd heard.

"Should I tell them about seeing you hungrily sucking his dick after he lied to Nicole like you told him to ? Or when you rode him until you both came ?"I spoke calmly… Her heart widened in terror. I reached down and unzipped my pants. Her eyes darted to my hired hand as I pulled out my eager turncock."When I say suck, you suck. When I say fuck, you fuck. You can either be our fancy woman and continue to get your politics bridle, or we will make you pay.. Now SUCK."There was hesitation, but she knelt in movement of me. She looked up, hoping I might have a modification of heart, Instead I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her forward.

It was an unbelievable sensation, nothing like mere masturbation. She sucked dick like a cleaning woman with geezerhood of experience and it showed. I doubt she did it to throw it enjoyable, simply to make it quick, and it worked. I came in min, the most powerful, gushing orgasm I'd ever had. I could sense each thick warhead pumping up my shaft and out of me. It was almost painful, goose egg like the watery poppycock I normally sprayed out. My integral consistency shook, I had to transfix my grandmother's head for support which inadvertently thrust my cock to the back of her throat, causing her the gag and resist, but I didn't passing her, I couldn't. It lasted longer than any climax I'd given myself, and I wasn't complaining. In fact the act of cumming lasted tenacious than it took for her to make me cum ! I finally gained some composure and let her go, she pulled away looking angry and disgusted, but she didn't say anything. I tucked my dick away and zipped myself back up. I walked towards the doorway and stopped and turned back to her, still kneeling on the floor.

"That was great grandma ! Thanks !"I smiled,"I'm going to go do my homework and then I'll be back ! ”