My older brother Michael and I ( Kevin ) have been raised by our grandmother since we were little. Our Father-God was never in the photo and our mother had a unplayful drug problem that eventually lead to her losing custody of us. Honestly leaving her was for the outflank, but moving in with grandma was only a fragile improvement.

It seemed the Malus pumila didn't fall far from the tree with her and our mother. She gave nativity to our mom young, and our mom had us Whitney Moore Young Jr., so she found herself a grandma of two before her 35th natal day. Just like with us, our mother never had a Padre around, so we never had a grandfather. grandma hadn't wanted to be a female parent in the showtime place, and now didn't really like having to take care of us ( which she let us know, daily ). But when we were sent to live with her she reluctantly agreed, mainly for the authorities assistance.

She wasn't like other grandparents, first of all she's a great deal younger, and prettier than most, but she also isn't warm or lovingness. She smokes and potable heavily, and undoubtedly uses drugs. She hasn't been in a 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 small 2 chamber base where the room Michael and I share is right next to hers, and it's never bothered her to have aloud sex within earshot of us. This was probably to a lesser extent of a concern when we were 5 and 6, but now that we're teenagers it's far more noticeable. After puberty hit me, I spent more than one nighttime masturbating in the dark, peering through cracked doors as I watched her getting fucked by some random guy.

But the worst part was that on top of her questionable parenting choice, she was also incredibly stern, to the point of scurrilous. We grew up being hit by her constantly and for the most minuscule offenses. Wetting the bed, spilling a cup of weewee, or even just introductory puerility misbehaviors like talking back or crying because we didn't get something. I'm not saying we were everlasting tike, but the penalty didn't really fit the law-breaking ! She'd say things like

"If you're going to hold out with me you're going to value me !"or

"I will not have you turn out like your mother !"

"It's not my job to do it you, just celebrate you alive !"

Who knows, maybe she has good intentions, but it has never felt like it. Michael and I regularly complained to one another, and talked about running away or telling someone, in specific, our societal worker, Nicole.

We were technically foster children to our grandmother. And as such we had a social doer who was required to check up on us. We always kept our sassing shut about being mistreated, mainly our of fright, but also because we wanted a reward. Our grandma usually started being really nice the week leading up to the sojourn, taking us to a theme parking area, 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 nice treatment usually lasted a for a few days afterwards too, because Nicole would always give us her card again and prompt us that if anything is bothering us to bid her, so grandma tried to preserve the charade going while that was impudent in our minds.

We had a visit coming up and Michael had a bruised and swollen cheek from my nanna. She had told him to convey the scum out and he didn't do it fast enough so she hit him with a skid. This was just a calendar week before the sojourn so he was determined to say something this clip. Grandma took us to the picture 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 petty bribes were not going to swing him, he told me a dozen times a day that he was fed up and was going to gain her pay for being such a beef to us. But then on the day of the sojourn, he said nada ! I couldn't believe it. I gave him looks of disbelief, trying to ask him"what was going on ?"with my centre, but he just kept shaking his head teacher at me. He told Nicole that his injury was due to an accident in gym socio-economic class, and that was the end of it. It wasn't my post to speak up if he didn't want to, so I said nothing too. That Nox in our elbow room I asked what had caused his change of heart, but he didn't really have a intellect he just said that he had"decided not to trouble oneself 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 night needing to take a weewee. I sat up and saw that Michael's bed was empty, he must've been in the bathroom himself. So I laid in bed and waited. various minutes went by and he had still not returned, it shouldn't take this foresightful, 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 elbow room and it's threshold was open up and dark. I turned to determine his bed again, wondering if my sleepy eyes had just imagined it was empty, but he wasn't in it. To be fair I was about to just shrug it off and go to the bathroom, but then I heard a noise. It sounded like a voice coming from down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall in the living room. So I figured it was Michael, maybe watching TV ? Which wasn't allowed this late.. So I was curious. When you go to scrutinise a inscrutable stochasticity in the middle of the night, you always try to ideate what you're going to notice, as a way of preparing for what you may need to do.. Like if it's a burglar ? Aliens ? Zombies ? ... 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 gran on her knees, kneeling in front end of a man who was sitting on the sofa. Her back was to me but there was niggling uncertainty what was going on ( I'd seen it before ). Her head bobbed up and down with a unfluctuating rhythm that echoed a subdued wet auditory sensation into the air. I felt my pecker fuss and stiffen and I reached for it. I rubbed myself through the cloth of my pyjama bottoms until I was fully put up then I pulled it out through the opening move and began to masturbate. I watched her intently, listening to her lactation and gentle moan. Imagining the sensation of sliding my virgin meat into her oral fissure and feeling the vibrations of her groans down my shaft and into my balls. I've watched this scene before, from the same stain, working my phallus in the same way. The guy didn't matter, she rarely saw the Saame guy twice, but I always hated them. Hearing their clayey breathing, their gnarl words of expiation and eventually their grunt of joy as they came into my grandmother's sass, while I was left cumming into my helping hand. Almost on cue, the man began to whisper.

"Yes that's it ! ”, her head moved faster working to finish him off. My handwriting worked faster as well, I felt my own orgasm building."Don't stop grandma, I'm going to cum !"My center shot up to the man's cheek, 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 brother, her grandson !

The Holy Writ didn't end her as she picked up her pace, he clawed at the lounge shock 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 head from my grandmother somehow hadn't deterred me from wanting to cum, in fact I was more aroused than ever ! I reached out and cupped a hand in movement of my scratch, while Michael cupped a hand on the spine of grandma's head word. We came at nearly the Same time.

Normally I would've mouse away at this power point, but I was drawn to the performance in front me, I needed to see more, see some case of explanation 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 go 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 remember to look out for our family."

"Ya.. Sure."Michael panted. He began to stand up. I quickly and quietly snuck back into my way, wiping myself off on a dirty shirt, and climbed into bed. A distich minutes 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 adjacent couple days. She said she needed to talk to him while I was doing homework, so they went into her room and closed the room access. I pressed my ear to it and heard the intimate slurps and moan of a vernal man getting his node polished by his grannie. But she wasn't limiting him to channelise. I also caught them having sex. At night on the flooring of the keep way, I watched her ride him, bare breast bouncing freely as he lay there enjoying the scene. I made myself cum again. He still never told me that any of this was happening, it made me begrudge him, out of jealousy mostly, but also because we were so closelipped and told each other everything, until now. He was having sex with an actual cleaning woman ( albeit our grandma ) while I was left desperately watching and pleasuring myself in the shadows.

Several days later, I came home late from school, having attended a encounter for a nightspot I was in. I opened the door softly, almost out of habit now, as I always felt I was sneaking around avoiding detection in case they were in the centre of something. I walked in and the business firm seemed empty, so I went down the Granville Stanley Hall to my elbow room. I heard a thud come from my grannie's way, her room access was next to ours and it was partly undefended. Then I heard her vox.

"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 mortal ? ! order 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 admit it, and still keep your mystery out of the kindness of my center ? ! I don't think so ! If you want to stop, fine, but I'm going to call the fuzz, my social worker, the tidings, everybody ! !"Her face softened with fear, and her stance weakened. We were both taller than her, but her personality and big businessman had always made her seem so big.. She finally looked small, and frail.. discomfited."When I say suck, you suck ! When I say fuck, you fuck ! You can either be my whore and go forward to get your government confirmation, or I will make 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 William Tell anyone."

"Good. There will be no More discussion about it. Now FUCK."

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

"Kevin ! ?"He gasped, and stepped back. My grannie jumped to her groundwork, stumbling as she pulled up her pants. His face was shocked, and a trivial confused, not sure about what to say to me. But I said nothing, I just stared at him. A look of contempt washed over him. No issue that it was haywire, he looked unashamed, he didn't care what I'd seen him do, and he walked past me, down the hall and out the forepart doorway. I turned back to my grandmother.

"Oh thank God Kevin ! Did you see what he did to me ? ! I don't know what happened, I couldn't stop him, we need to anticipate the fuzz, you have to tell them that you saw him RAPE me !"She was cowering in front of me, a dupe. She wanted me to be her informant, 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 eyes widened in scourge. I reached down and unzipped my pant. Her eyes darted to my work force as I pulled out my eager cock."When I say suck, you suck. When I say fuck, you fuck. You can either be our whore and continue to get your government checks, or we will make you pay.. Now SUCK."There was indisposition, but she knelt in figurehead of me. She looked up, hoping I might have a change of heart, Instead I grabbed the back of her nous and pulled her forward.

It was an incredible sentience, zilch like simple masturbation. She sucked dick like a fair sex with days of experience and it showed. I doubt she did it to make it pleasurable, simply to gain it quick, and it worked. I came in minutes, the most sinewy, gushing orgasm I'd ever had. I could sense each thick load pumping up my diaphysis and out of me. It was almost painful, nothing like the watery material I normally sprayed out. My entire body shook, I had to fascinate 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 release 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 longer 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 putz away and zipped myself back up. I walked towards the door and stopped and turned back to her, still kneeling on the trading floor.

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