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

It seemed the orchard apple tree didn't fall far from the tree with her and our female parent. She gave birth to our mom immature, and our mom had us Lester Willis Young, so she found herself a grandmother of two before her 35th birthday. Just like with us, our mother never had a Padre around, so we never had a granddad. Grandma hadn't wanted to be a mother in the world-class 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 government assistance.

She wasn't like other grandparents, first of all she's a great deal untested, and prettier than most, but she also isn't warm or lovingness. She smokes and drinks heavily, and undoubtedly uses drugs. She hasn't been in a relationship with a man in the 10 year we've been living with her, but we've seen many ejaculate and go. She has a low 2 bedroom home where the room Michael and I share is right succeeding to hers, and it's never bothered her to hold flash sex within earshot of us. This was probably less of a business organization when we were 5 and 6, but now that we're teenagers it's far more detectable. After puberty hit me, I spent Thomas More than one night masturbating in the wickedness, peering through cracked threshold as I watched her getting fucked by some random guy.

But the worst part was that on top of her questionable parenting choices, she was also incredibly hard-and-fast, to the point of abusive. We grew up being hit by her constantly and for the most miniscule offensive activity. Wetting the bed, spilling a cup of pee, or even just basic childhood misbehaviors like talking back or crying because we didn't get something. I'm not saying we were perfect kids, but the penalisation didn't really fit the crimes ! She'd say matter like

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

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

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

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

We were technically Foster nestling to our grandmother. And as such we had a social prole who was required to check up on us. We always kept our lip shut about being mistreated, mainly our of fear, but also because we wanted a advantage. Our grandmother usually started being really nice the workweek leading up to the visit, taking us to a theme green, and out for ice-cream, that way when Nicole would ask what we've been up to, those were the first matter that came to mind. The nice treatment usually lasted a for a few mean solar day afterwards too, because Nicole would always consecrate us her card again and remind us that if anything is bothering us to call her, so nan tried to go on the sendup going while that was smart 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 take the glass out and he didn't do it fast enough so she hit him with a shoe. This was just a week before the sojourn so he was determined to say something this time. Grandma took us to the flick and out to eat and shopping in the years leading up to the visit, but Michael wasn't having any of it, he made it visibly obvious that these petty larceny bribes were not going to shake him, he told me a dozen times a day that he was fed up and was going to take a shit her pay for being such a bitch to us. But then on the day of the visit, he said nothing ! 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 at me. He told Nicole that his injury was due to an chance event in gym course of study, and that was the end of it. It wasn't my seat to verbalize up if he didn't want to, so I said aught too. That night in our room I asked what had caused his variety of affectionateness, but he didn't really have a intellect 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 center of the night needing to postulate a peeing. 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. 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 sleeping room doorway I stopped, the lavatory was directly across from our room and it's door was unfastened and shadow. I turned to check his bed again, wondering if my sleepy centre had just imagined it was abandon, but he wasn't in it. To be reliable I was about to just shrug it off and go to the lav, but then I heard a noise. It sounded like a voice coming from down the 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 inspect a mysterious haphazardness in the heart of the night, you always try to ideate what you're going to find, as a way of preparing for what you may postulate 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 stifle, kneeling in front end of a man who was sitting on the sofa. Her spine was to me but there was piffling doubt what was going on ( I'd seen it before ). Her head bobbed up and down with a steady regular recurrence that echoed a soft wet strait into the air. I felt my woodpecker fuss and stiffen and I reached for it. I rubbed myself through the fabric of my pajama bottoms until I was fully erect then I pulled it out through the opening and began to wank. I watched her intently, listening to her nursling and docile groan. Imagining the adept of sliding my virgin meat into her sassing and feeling the vibrations of her groan down my shaft and into my balls. I've watched this scene before, from the same stain, working my penis in the same way. The guy didn't thing, she rarely saw the same guy twice, but I always hated them. Hearing their heavy breathing, their murmured words of satisfaction and eventually their grunt of pleasure as they came into my grandmother's oral fissure, while I was left cumming into my hand. Almost on cue, the man began to whisper.

"Yes that's it ! ”, her pass moved faster working to finish him off. My hand worked faster as well, I felt my own orgasm edifice."Don't stop gran, I'm going to cum !"My oculus shot up to the man's expression, obscured in the dark, but as my eyes 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 contain her as she picked up her pace, he clawed at the sofa shock and growled through his teeth as he felt his incumbrance 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 spate inside me and realized that I hadn't stopped jerking off. The surprise of watching my pal getting head from my grandmother somehow hadn't deterred me from wanting to cum, in fact I was more put forward than ever ! I reached out and cupped a hand in front end of my slit, while Michael cupped a hand on the back of grandma's head. We came at nearly the same time.

Normally I would've lift away at this point, but I was drawn to the execution in front me, I needed to see more than, see some type of explanation for why this was happening. When she had swallowed his load and cleared her pharynx she stood up, looking down at her enfeeble grandson, ineffective to proceed just yet.

"Was that good ?"He nodded."You did a estimable 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 room, wiping myself off on a dirty shirt, and climbed into bed. A couple second later he snuck in too.

"Michael ?"I rubbed my oculus 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 next couple days. She said she needed to talk to him while I was doing preparation, so they went into her elbow room and closed the door. I pressed my ear to it and heard the familiar slurps and groans of a young man getting his knob polished by his grannie. But she wasn't limiting him to head. I also caught them having sex. At nighttime on the base of the livelihood elbow room, I watched her drive him, bare knocker bouncing freely as he lay there enjoying the eyeshot. 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 tightlipped and told each other everything, until now. He was having sex with an factual fair sex ( albeit our nan ) while I was left desperately watching and pleasuring myself in the phantom.

Several Day later, I came home late from school, having attended a confluence for a club I was in. I opened the doorway softly, almost out of wont now, as I always felt I was sneaking around avoiding catching in case they were in the middle of something. I walked in and the business firm seemed evacuate, so I went down the vestibule to my room. I heard a thumping seminal fluid from my grandmother's room, her threshold was succeeding to ours and it was partly unfold. Then I heard her vocalization.

"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 former'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 singing 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 accept it, and still keep your arcanum out of the benignity of my heart ? ! I don't think so ! If you want to barricade, very well, but I'm going to ring the pig, my social worker, the news, everybody ! !"Her face 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 tart and continue to get your governance hinderance, or I will relieve oneself 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 Thomas More treatment about it. Now FUCK."

Slowly she turned her back to him and undid her pants. She pulled them off, then her step-in, and crawled on to her bed. She stayed there, obediently on her hands and knees, while Michael pulled his pants down and shoved his prick into her. He screwed her severe and triumphantly, while she held her caput 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 pants and walked out. When he opened the threshold I was standing there, making it known that I'd witnessed the whole thing.

"Kevin ! ?"He gasped, and stepped back. My grandmother jumped to her foot, stumbling as she pulled up her trouser. His face was shocked, and a little confused, not sure about what to say to me. But I said aught, I just stared at him. A look of contempt washed over him. No matter that it was wrong, he looked unashamed, he didn't charge what I'd seen him do, and he walked past me, down the hall 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 know what happened, I couldn't occlusive him, we need to yell the cops, you have to tell them that you saw him RAPE me !"She was cowering in front of me, a victim. She wanted me to be her witness, 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 panic. I reached down and unzipped my knickers. Her eyes darted to my hands 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 go forward to get your governing baulk, or we will wee-wee you pay.. Now SUCK."There was hesitation, but she knelt in front end of me. She looked up, hoping I might have a change of warmheartedness, Instead I grabbed the back of her promontory and pulled her forward.

It was an incredible sensation, nada like simple masturbation. She sucked peter like a woman with years of experience and it showed. I doubt she did it to cook it enjoyable, simply to make it fast, and it worked. I came in bit, the most powerful, gushing orgasm I'd ever had. I could feel each thick lading pumping up my ray and out of me. It was almost painful, zilch like the watery stuff I normally sprayed out. My entire body shook, I had to grip my grandmother's head for support which inadvertently thrust my rooster 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 flood tide I'd given myself, and I wasn't complaining. In fact the act of cumming lasted prospicient than it took for her to take me cum ! I finally gained some composure and let her go, she pulled away looking angry and nauseate, 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 ! ”