A reunion at the funeral. Chapter 3
A reunion at the funeral. Chapter 3
| Sex Story Author: | Celisiter |
| Sex Story Excerpt: | Running the scene I had just witnessed back in my mind. It didn’t look like a first time thing. Freya, |
| Sex Story Category: | Authoritarian |
| Sex Story Tags: | Authoritarian, Fantasy, Masturbation, Older Male / Female, Stockholm Syndrome |
The hot water sprayed down onto my body my face upturned towards the head of the shower. I was filthy, in more than one sense of the word. Washing away my grandfathers cum from my face and small breasts. I pick up a small bar of travel soap and begun to lather it over my body, up past my lightly toned abs and between my breasts. I run the soap over each of nipples and for the first time in many months I realise just how unsatisfied I had been lately. Simply having the opportunity to suck on my grandfathers cock had given me more pleasure than the majority of my sexual experiences with men my age. My grandfather knew how to treat a woman, I had already known that. Thinking back to only half an hour before. The strength he radiated I felt my knees go week. I place the soap on the edge of the bath and run my right hand back down my body. I rub it over my sex before I hear a sound, a creak of floorboards. I open my eyes and look out. He’s watching me. Standing there my grandad. He’s watching me with a smug look on his face. “finish up Freya… we need to talk about your brother.”
In all honesty it was one of the last things I had expected to leave his lips, I was fully prepared to hear him compliment me, degrade me, even push his way in and demand a repeat performance. He had never shown any interest in Ellis before, why now? All these thoughts whizzed through my mind as I finished my shower, unable to finish my self-pleasuring with thoughts of my brother in my mind. As I step out, only a towel for clothes into my own guest bedroom my grandfather is sitting on the single bed. A pair of my brothers dust stained boots in his hand. He looks up at me with a look I had never seen on his face before, somewhere between fear and shame “ he saw us… he knows” the words float to my ear and I don’t know quite how to react. I nod my head softly, not wanting to believe it of course.
Ellis POV
The second my grandfather had walked past my room I had got to my feet. There’s now way he could have known right? That was the first question going through my mind. Followed by a million more.
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