Bad Grandma ... A Quick Fix .


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

It seemed the orchard apple tree didn't decline far from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree with her and our mother. She gave nascence to our mom young, and our mom had us young, so she found herself a granny of two before her 35th birthday. Just like with us, our mother never had a father 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 government assist.

She wasn't like other grandparents, first of all she's much 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 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 small 2 bedroom home where the room Michael and I parcel is rightfulness side by side to hers, and it's never bothered her to throw flash 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 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 rack up part was that on top of her questionable parenting option, she was also incredibly rigorous, to the power 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 canonic 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 criminal offense ! She'd say thing like

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

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

"It's not my job to get it on you, just go on 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 finical, our social doer, Nicole.

We were technically Stephen Foster children to our grandmother. And as such we had a mixer worker who was required to check up on us. We always kept our mouths shut about being mistreated, mainly our of fear, but also because we wanted a wages. Our nanna 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 first thing that came to mind. The overnice treatment usually lasted a for a few sidereal day afterwards too, because Nicole would always leave us her card again and cue us that if anything is bothering us to call her, so grandma tried to keep the charade going while that was refreshed in our minds.

We had a sojourn coming up and Michael had a bruised and swollen buttock from my grandmother. She had told him to read the trash 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 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 junior-grade bribes were not going to swing him, he told me a twelve times a day that he was fed up and was going to get to 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 middle, but he just kept shaking his head at me. He told Nicole that his hurt was due to an fortuity in gym class, and that was the end of it. It wasn't my place to address up if he didn't want to, so I said nothing too. That Nox in our room I asked what had caused his modification of marrow, but he didn't really have a reason he just said that he had"decided not to rag 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 Nox needing to take a piss. I sat up and saw that Michael's bed was hollow, he must've been in the privy 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 door I stopped, the bathroom was directly across from our room and it's doorway was subject and dark. I turned to chink his bed again, wondering if my sleepy eyes had just imagined it was hollow, but he wasn't in it. To be honest I was about to just shrug it off and go to the lavatory, but then I heard a randomness. 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 secret stochasticity in the midriff of the night, you always try to reckon what you're going to notice, as a way of preparing for what you may want to do.. Like if it's a burglar ? unknown ? zombi ? ... 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 grannie on her knees, kneeling in front of a man who was sitting on the couch. Her back was to me but there was little dubiousness what was going on ( I'd seen it before ). Her head bobbed up and down with a steady rhythm 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 pajama bottoms until I was fully erect then I pulled it out through the opening move and began to masturbate. I watched her intently, listening to her Sir John Suckling and gentle moans. Imagining the whiz of sliding my virgin centre into her mouth and feeling the vibrations of her groans down my jibe and into my ball. I've watched this scene before, from the Saami spot, working my penis in the Saame way. The guy didn't issue, she rarely saw the same guy twice, but I always hated them. Hearing their heavy external respiration, their gnarl words 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 head moved faster working to stop him off. My hand worked faster as well, I felt my own orgasm building."Don't block up grandma, I'm going to cum !"My eyes shot up to the man's face, obscured in the dark, but as my eyes focused I could see that this was not some man she'd brought home base, it was my brother, her grandson !

The words didn't stop her as she picked up her tread, he clawed at the couch cushions and growled through his dentition as he felt his load 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 upsurge inside me and realized that I hadn't stopped jerking off. The surprise of watching my brother getting pass 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 paw in front line of my prick, while Michael cupped a deal on the back of granny's head. We came at nearly the same time.

Normally I would've snuck away at this full point, but I was drawn to the carrying out in front me, I needed to see Sir Thomas More, see some type of explanation for why this was happening. When she had swallowed his load and cleared her throat she stood up, looking down at her dead grandson, ineffective to move just yet.

"Was that good ?"He nodded."You did a practiced job today."She said, still whispering,"I appreciate you not saying anything… we have to call up to expect 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 pair minutes later he snuck in too.

"Michael ?"I rubbed my heart 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 Sir Thomas More times over the next distich days. She said she needed to talk to him while I was doing homework, so they went into her elbow 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 thickening polished by his granny. But she wasn't limiting him to head. I also caught them having sex. At Nox on the level of the livelihood room, I watched her ride him, bare breasts 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 airless and told each other everything, until now. He was having sex with an actual charwoman ( albeit our grannie ) while I was left desperately watching and pleasuring myself in the darkness.

Several daylight 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 detection in type they were in the center of something. I walked in and the house seemed empty, so I went down the hallway to my room. I heard a thud come from my grandmother's room, her room access was next to ours and it was partly undefendable. Then I heard her vocalism.

"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, differentiate somebody ? ! Tell them that you hit us all the prison term 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 accept it, and still keep your closed book out of the forgivingness of my heart ? ! I don't think so ! If you want to stop, fine, but I'm going to call the cops, my sociable worker, the newsworthiness, everybody ! !"Her look softened with fear, and her stance weakened. We were both taller than her, but her personality and world 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 continue to get your government activity 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 eyes as she spoke,"Just don't tell anyone."

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

Slowly she turned her back to him and undid her pants. She pulled them off, then her pantie, and crawled on to her bed. She stayed there, obediently on her handwriting and knees, while Michael pulled his pants down and shoved his tool into her. He screwed her strong and triumphantly, while she held her headland low, no auditory sensation at all. I watched the solid 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 unscathed thing.

"Kevin ! ?"He gasped, and stepped back. My grandmother jumped to her infantry, stumbling as she pulled up her knickers. His face was shocked, and a piffling confounded, not certainly about what to say to me. But I said zippo, I just stared at him. A feeling of contempt washed over him. No thing that it was wrong, he looked unashamed, he didn't care what I'd seen him do, and he walked past me, down the mansion and out the front door. I turned back to my granny.

"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 call the cops, you have to secern 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 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 work force as I pulled out my tidal bore turncock."When I say suck, you suck. When I say fuck, you fuck. You can either be our tart and bear on to get your government stay, or we will make you pay.. Now SUCK."There was waver, but she knelt in front of me. She looked up, hoping I might have a modification of substance, Instead I grabbed the back of her header and pulled her forward.

It was an incredible sensation, nil like mere masturbation. She sucked putz like a womanhood with years of experience and it showed. I doubt she did it to make it gratifying, simply to make it quick, and it worked. I came in hour, the most brawny, gushing orgasm I'd ever had. I could palpate each midst lading pumping up my shaft and out of me. It was almost atrocious, nothing like the watery stuff I normally sprayed out. My entire body shook, I had to grip my granny's headland for livelihood which inadvertently thrust my cock to the vertebral column of her throat, causing her the gag and resist, but I didn't sack 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 recollective than it took for her to constitute me cum ! I finally gained some calm and let her go, she pulled away looking angry and fed up, but she didn't say anything. I tucked my peter 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 expectant grandma ! Thanks !"I smiled,"I'm going to go do my homework and then I'll be back ! ”
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