My older brother Michael and I ( Kevin ) have been raised by our grannie since we were little. Our founding father was never in the picture and our mother had a life-threatening drug problem that eventually lead to her losing custody of us. Honestly leaving her was for the best, but moving in with grandma was only a slight improvement.

It seemed the apple didn't fall far from the Tree with her and our mother. She gave birth to our mom Whitney Moore Young Jr., and our mom had us Brigham Young, so she found herself a grandmother of two before her 35th natal day. Just like with us, our mother never had a father around, so we never had a grandfather. Grandma hadn't wanted to be a mother in the first plaza, and now didn't really like having to take on care of us ( which she let us know, daily ). But when we were sent to survive with her she reluctantly agreed, mainly for the government assistance.

She wasn't like other grandparents, first of all she's much untested, and prettier than most, but she also isn't warm or caring. 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 belittled 2 bedroom home where the way Michael and I share is right next to hers, and it's never bothered her to have loud sex within earreach of us. This was probably less of a concern when we were 5 and 6, but now that we're teenager it's far more obtrusive. After puberty hit me, I spent More than one night masturbating in the dark, peering through cracked door as I watched her getting fucked by some random guy.

But the whip part was that on top of her refutable parenting choices, she was also incredibly strict, to the 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 misbehavior like talking back or crying because we didn't get something. I'm not saying we were sodding kids, but the punishment didn't really fit the crimes ! She'd say things like

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

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

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

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

We were technically foster shaver to our granny. And as such we had a social actor who was required to check up on us. We always kept our mouth shut about being mistreated, mainly our of fear, but also because we wanted a reinforcement. Our grandma usually started being really nice the week leading up to the visit, taking us to a theme park, and out for ice-cream, that way when Nicole would ask what we've been up to, those were the first of all thing that came to heed. The nice discussion usually lasted a for a few daylight afterwards too, because Nicole would always collapse us her card again and cue us that if anything is bothering us to hollo her, so gran tried to keep the pasquinade going while that was unfermented in our minds.

We had a visit coming up and Michael had a bruised and swollen cheek from my grandmother. She had told him to take the trash out and he didn't do it fast enough so she hit him with a shoe. This was just a week before the visit so he was determined to say something this sentence. granny took us to the movies and out to eat and shopping in the days leading up to the sojourn, but Michael wasn't having any of it, he made it visibly obvious that these petty payoff were not going to sway him, he told me a dozen times a day that he was fed up and was going to make her pay for being such a bitch to us. But then on the day of the visit, he said null ! I couldn't believe it. I gave him looks of mental rejection, trying to ask him"what was going on ?"with my heart, but he just kept shaking his head teacher at me. He told Nicole that his combat injury was due to an accident in gym class, and that was the end of it. It wasn't my place to speak up if he didn't want to, so I said null too. That nighttime in our room I asked what had caused his change of fondness, but he didn't really have a grounds he just said that he had"decided not to bother with it ”, and gave me the feeling that he wanted me to put down it, so I did.

I woke up in the middle of the night needing to necessitate a pissing. I sat up and saw that Michael's bed was evacuate, he must've been in the lavatory himself. So I laid in bed and waited. respective arcminute 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 john was directly across from our way and it's door was open and dark. I turned to check his bed again, wondering if my sleepyheaded middle had just imagined it was empty, but he wasn't in it. To be honest I was about to just shrug it off and go to the bathroom, but then I heard a noise. It sounded like a phonation coming from down the hall in the life room. So I figured it was Michael, maybe watching TV ? Which wasn't allowed this late.. So I was rummy. When you go to inspect a occult noise in the middle of the Night, you always try to reckon what you're going to find, as a way of preparing for what you may need to do.. Like if it's a burglar ? Aliens ? zombi spirit ? ... 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 genu, kneeling in front of a man who was sitting on the sofa. Her dorsum was to me but there was fiddling question what was going on ( I'd seen it before ). Her head bobbed up and down with a stabilize calendar method that echoed a soft wet sound into the air. I felt my pecker stir and stiffen and I reached for it. I rubbed myself through the material of my pj's bottoms until I was fully erect then I pulled it out through the curtain raising and began to she-bop. I watched her intently, listening to her suckling and gentle moans. Imagining the sense of sliding my Virgo the Virgin meat into her lip and feeling the quiver of her moan down my shaft and into my Lucille Ball. I've watched this panorama before, from the Lapp spot, working my phallus in the Saami way. The guy didn't issue, she rarely saw the Sami guy twice, but I always hated them. Hearing their heavy breathing, their gnarl lyric of atonement and eventually their oink of pleasure as they came into my nan's mouth, while I was left cumming into my mitt. Almost on cue, the man began to whisper.

"Yes that's it ! ”, her head moved faster working to end him off. My hand worked faster as well, I felt my own orgasm building."Don't stop grandma, I'm going to cum !"My middle shot up to the man's font, obscured in the dark, but as my optic focused I could see that this was not some man she'd brought rest home, it was my buddy, her grandson !

The words didn't stop her as she picked up her pace, he clawed at the sofa cushions and growled through his teeth as he felt his burden working it's way up. My eyes darted between them, taking it all in, but still changeable about what I was watching. I felt a billow inside me and realized that I hadn't stopped jerking off. The surprisal of watching my brother getting head 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 deal in figurehead of my pricking, while Michael cupped a hand on the back of grandma's caput. We came at nearly the Saame metre.

Normally I would've snuck away at this point, but I was drawn to the carrying out in straw man 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 dead grandson, unable to propel 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 commend to look out for our family."

"Ya.. Sure."Michael panted. He began to bear up. I quickly and quietly snuck back into my room, wiping myself off on a dirty shirt, and climbed into bed. A twain 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 prison term over the adjacent twosome day. She said she needed to talk to him while I was doing homework, so they went into her room and closed the doorway. I pressed my ear to it and heard the familiar slurps and groans of a new man getting his boss polished by his grandma. But she wasn't limiting him to head. I also caught them having sex. At Night on the trading floor of the living room, I watched her drive him, bare breasts bouncing freely as he lay there enjoying the perspective. 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 stopping point and told each other everything, until now. He was having sex with an existent woman ( albeit our gran ) while I was left desperately watching and pleasuring myself in the phantom.

Several mean solar day later, I came home late from shoal, having attended a meeting for a guild I was in. I opened the threshold softly, almost out of riding habit now, as I always felt I was sneaking around avoiding spotting in vitrine they were in the middle of something. I walked in and the house seemed empty, so I went down the hall to my way. I heard a clump cum from my grandmother's room, her door was following to ours and it was partly open. Then I heard her part.

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

"Or what ! ?"Michael yelled back. I peeked inside. They were both standing defiantly in each early's faces."What are you going to do, recount someone ? ! Tell 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 consent it, and still keep your arcanum out of the kindness of my heart ? ! I don't think so ! If you want to halt, fine, but I'm going to ring the copper, my social prole, the news show, everybody ! !"Her expression softened with veneration, and her posture weakened. We were both taller than her, but her personality and magnate had always made her seem so big.. She finally looked low, and frail.. defeated."When I say suck, you suck ! When I say fuck, you fuck ! You can either be my whore and continue to get your government checks, 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 eye as she spoke,"Just don't tell anyone."

"Good. There will be no Sir Thomas More word about it. Now FUCK."

Slowly she turned her back to him and undid her pant. She pulled them off, then her pantie, and crawled on to her bed. She stayed there, obediently on her hands and stifle, while Michael pulled his pant down and shoved his tool into her. He screwed her intemperate 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 gasp and walked out. When he opened the door I was standing there, making it known that I'd witnessed the unharmed thing.

"Kevin ! ?"He gasped, and stepped back. My grandmother jumped to her animal foot, stumbling as she pulled up her pants. His grimace was shocked, and a petty befuddle, not surely about what to say to me. But I said zip, I just stared at him. A expression of disdain washed over him. No matter that it was wrong, he looked unashamed, he didn't care what I'd seen him do, and he walked past me, down the foyer and out the front door. I turned back to my grandmother.

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

"Should I tell them about seeing you hungrily sucking his cock 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 terror. I reached down and unzipped my pants. Her eyes darted to my hands as I pulled out my tidal bore cock."When I say suck, you suck. When I say fuck, you fuck. You can either be our whore and stay to get your government checks, or we will make you pay.. Now SUCK."There was hesitation, but she knelt in front of me. She looked up, hoping I might have a change of nub, Instead I grabbed the back of her forefront and pulled her forward.

It was an incredible adept, nothing like bare onanism. She sucked dick like a woman with years of experience and it showed. I doubt she did it to ready it pleasurable, simply to make it flying, and it worked. I came in minutes, the most brawny, gushing orgasm I'd ever had. I could feel each midst onus pumping up my gibe and out of me. It was almost painful, nil like the watery stuff and nonsense I normally sprayed out. My entire body shook, I had to grip 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 button 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 stool me cum ! I finally gained some equanimity 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 door and stopped and turned back to her, still kneeling on the floor.

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