A reunion at the funeral chapter 2

Chapter 2

My grandfather, making up for lost time reaches his hands towards me. His fingers gripping into my shirt and with a mighty ripping motion he tears the shirt to the sides, the buttons not standing a chance, flinging out across the old barn, pinging off metal gates and wooden girders. My breathing was quick, my near bear chest, still encompassed in my plain white bra, rising and falling. He looks at me, his tongue briefly flicking out across his lips. My softly toned body, slight abs barely visible and small b cup breasts that I thought were perfect for my body type. “I wish you let me pay for the surgery” he mutters as his hands begin to work the buttons of his own shirt. I looked at the ground as I heard his words, he always had a way of building me up and crashing my confidence within the space of moments, my breasts were often a point of ridicule when he was in a particularly cruel mood, often he would tell me how nicer my grandmothers had been when shed been in her prime. I knew he loved me though, really, he did, he only wanted what was best for me. As id been looking at the ground my grandfather had worked to remove not only his shirt but his pants as well, his lack of underwear suddenly all too obvious as I stared down at his semi erect thick cock. I was awe struck, just like I was the first time we had done anything like this “it’s so big grandad I don’t know if it will fit” I say in an overly girlish voice. I knew he loved it, imagining me as I had been the first time. Innocent, young… a virgin. He smiles looking into my eyes, I dart them away, blushing deeply. His hand puts soft pressure on my shoulders, and I take the hint dropping to my knees “show me why you’re my special little girl Freya” he mutters, his gruff voice so lacking in emotion it was almost insulting. Not that it was going to stop me, he was never the most loving of men, cold, hard, his time in the army had given him these traits but my father says he’s been like that from his very first memories.

I briefly look up my grandfather’s fit toned body and back down to his still semi erect member my lips open briefly and my hot breath floats towards it, striking the circumcised head, a small twitch the only recognition. His hand reaches down and softly runs along my hair “ if you don’t start in the next 5 seconds Freya I’m not going to be so nice” his tone was still lacking in emotion but his actions showed me how serious he was, he’d taken a soft grip of my hair, holding me there.