My older brother Michael and I ( Kevin ) have been raised by our grandma 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 safe, but moving in with nanna was only a flimsy improvement.

It seemed the apple didn't spill far from the tree with her and our mother. She gave parturition to our mom young, and our mom had us young, so she found herself a nanna of two before her thirty-fifth birthday. Just like with us, our female parent never had a father around, so we never had a grandfather. Grandma hadn't wanted to be a mother in the first seat, and now didn't really like having to take away care of us ( which she let us know, daily ). But when we were sent to live with her she reluctantly agreed, mainly for the governance assistance.

She wasn't like other grandparents, first of all she's much younger, and prettier than about, but she also isn't warm or caring. She smokes and drinks heavily, and undoubtedly uses drugs. She hasn't been in a relationship with a man in the 10 eld we've been living with her, but we've seen many come and go. She has a minuscule 2 bedroom house where the elbow room Michael and I ploughshare is decent succeeding to hers, and it's never bothered her to have gimcrack sex within earshot of us. This was probably less of a concern when we were 5 and 6, but now that we're teenagers it's far more obtrusive. After puberty hit me, I spent more than one night 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 choices, she was also incredibly strict, to the head 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 puerility misbehaviour 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 offense ! She'd say things like

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

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

"It's not my job to fuck you, just go on you alive !"

Who knows, maybe she has safe design, but it has never felt like it. Michael and I regularly complained to one another, and talked about running away or telling mortal, in particular, our social worker, Nicole.

We were technically foster baby to our grandmother. And as such we had a sociable proletarian who was required to check up on us. We always kept our rima oris shut about being mistreated, mainly our of fear, but also because we wanted a reward. Our grannie usually started being really nice the calendar 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 beginning things that came to mind. The Nice treatment usually lasted a for a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. afterwards too, because Nicole would always pass on us her scorecard again and remind us that if anything is bothering us to call her, so nan tried to keep the charade going while that was fresh in our minds.

We had a sojourn coming up and Michael had a bruised and swollen impertinence from my grandmother. She had told him to take the folderol 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 time. Grandma took us to the picture show 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 larceny bribes were not going to carry him, he told me a XII times a day that he was fed up and was going to realize her pay for being such a bitch 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 eyes, but he just kept shaking his heading at me. He told Nicole that his injury was due to an accident in gym class, and that was the end of it. It wasn't my plaza to speak up if he didn't want to, so I said aught too. That night in our room I asked what had caused his change of middle, but he didn't really bear a reason he just said that he had"decided not to get to with it ”, and gave me the impression that he wanted me to throw away it, so I did.

I woke up in the middle of the night needing to drive a pee. I sat up and saw that Michael's bed was empty, he must've been in the bath himself. So I laid in bed and waited. Several min went by and he had still not returned, it shouldn't take this yearn, I thought to myself, and now I really needed to pee. So I got up and ventured out. When I opened the chamber door I stopped, the lav was directly across from our elbow room and it's door was outdoors and dark. I turned to ascertain his bed again, wondering if my sleepy centre had just imagined it was empty, but he wasn't in it. To be true I was about to just shrug it off and go to the bathroom, but then I heard a interference. It sounded like a voice coming from down the antechamber in the living room. So I figured it was Michael, maybe watching TV ? Which wasn't allowed this late.. So I was peculiar. When you go to inspect a mystical disturbance in the heart of the night, you always try to imagine what you're going to find oneself, as a way of preparing for what you may ask to do.. Like if it's a burglar ? Aliens ? living dead ? ... 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 articulatio genus, kneeling in front of a man who was sitting on the sofa. Her spinal column was to me but there was niggling doubtfulness what was going on ( I'd seen it before ). Her head bobbed up and down with a steady speech rhythm that echoed a soft wet sound into the air. I felt my cock stir and stiffen and I reached for it. I rubbed myself through the material of my pyjama bottoms until I was fully upright then I pulled it out through the opening and began to masturbate. I watched her intently, listening to her nursling and appease moans. Imagining the sensation of sliding my virgin gist into her mouth and feeling the vibrations of her groans down my putz and into my balls. I've watched this vista before, from the same blot, working my member in the Same way. The guy didn't subject, she rarely saw the Lapplander guy twice, but I always hated them. Hearing their heavy respiration, their murmured lyric of satisfaction and eventually their oink of pleasure as they came into my grandmother's back talk, while I was left cumming into my 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 eyes shot up to the man's face, obscured in the dark, but as my middle focused I could see that this was not some man she'd brought home base, it was my crony, her grandson !

The Christian Bible didn't stop her as she picked up her footstep, he clawed at the lounge cushion and growled through his tooth as he felt his payload 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 front of my dent, while Michael cupped a hand on the vertebral column of nan's head teacher. We came at nearly the same time.

Normally I would've snarf away at this point, but I was drawn to the performance in front me, I needed to see Thomas More, see some type of explanation for why this was happening. When she had swallowed his consignment 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 dependable 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 duo minutes later he snuck in too.

"Michael ?"I rubbed my centre 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 time over the next couple Day. She said she needed to talk to him while I was doing homework, so they went into her room and closed the door. I pressed my ear to it and heard the companion slurps and groan of a Thomas Young man getting his knob polished by his grandmother. 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 drive him, bare titty bouncing freely as he lay there enjoying the horizon. 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 unaired and told each other everything, until now. He was having sex with an actual cleaning woman ( albeit our grannie ) while I was left desperately watching and pleasuring myself in the tincture.

Several daylight later, I came home late from schoolhouse, having attended a meeting for a club I was in. I opened the room access softly, almost out of habit now, as I always felt I was sneaking around avoiding detection in guinea pig they were in the midriff of something. I walked in and the house seemed hollow, so I went down the hall to my room. I heard a thumping seminal fluid from my grandmother's room, her door was following 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 early's faces."What are you going to do, tell mortal ? ! secernate them that you hit us all the clock 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 take over it, and still keep your secret out of the benignity of my heart ? ! I don't think so ! If you want to bar, amercement, but I'm going to anticipate the cops, my mixer worker, the tidings, everybody ! !"Her case softened with fear, and her stance weakened. We were both taller than her, but her personality and major 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 woman of the street and retain to get your regime verification, or I will pull in 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 discourse 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 hands and human knee, while Michael pulled his pants down and shoved his tool into her. He screwed her tough 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 pants 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 grandmother jumped to her feet, stumbling as she pulled up her drawers. His case was shocked, and a little mixed-up, not for certain about what to say to me. But I said aught, I just stared at him. A look 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 hall and out the battlefront threshold. I turned back to my gran.

"Oh thank God Kevin ! Did you see what he did to me ? ! I don't have sex what happened, I couldn't arrest him, we need to phone the cops, you have to enjoin them that you saw him dishonor me !"She was cowering in front of me, a dupe. 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 terror. I reached down and unzipped my pants. 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 continue 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 heart, Instead I grabbed the back of her headway and pulled her forward.

It was an unbelievable genius, zippo like mere masturbation. She sucked hawkshaw like a woman with years of experience and it showed. I doubt she did it to make it gratifying, simply to make it straightaway, and it worked. I came in minute, the most powerful, gushing coming I'd ever had. I could palpate each thick load pumping up my shaft and out of me. It was almost painful, null like the watery stuff I normally sprayed out. My total body shook, I had to grip my grannie's head for support which inadvertently thrust my stopcock to the backbone 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 longer than it took for her to make me cum ! I finally gained some equanimity and let her go, she pulled away looking raging and sicken, 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 flooring.

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