Brad strolled through his backyard orchard checking his trees. He had a half dozen apple, cherry and plum trees. His backyard was large, 1 1/2 acres. Half an acre was lawn and his orchard, the other acre was treed. He had a mixture of Red Cedar, Fir and Maple. Right in the middle of his little forest was a grove of four large Red Cedars. They had grown in an almost perfect square 20' on a side.
When he bought the property and discovered them he instantly knew what he wanted to do with them: A tree house. As a kid he had always wanted one so 6 months later he had put the finishing touches on his tree house. Now this was no ordinary kids tree fort. It was 500 square feet, had two stories, a large deck, a bathroom, complete with a shower and a small kitchen area. The upper level had a balcony, a large king sized bed and a small office area. After years Brad had finally got his tree house.
His neighbor on one side was an old couple, in their 80's. On the other was a house built to accommodate a huge family ( it had 6 bedrooms) but was empty and for sale. That house stood empty for two years after Brad bought his. One day he noticed the sign was gone and a day later a moving van arrived. Brad watched the comings and going with interest, wondering what kind of neighbors he was getting.
After a week he decided to go introduce himself. When he knocked on the door a dark haired man answered. Brad introduced himself and the dark-haired man did the same. His name was Carl. They chatted for a short time then Carl began to tell Brad all about his church and how religious his family was. Half an hour later Brad was able to escape after enduring a barrage of information on Carl's church and how Brad should come and be saved. After that Brad knew he would again be slammed with Carl's religious fervor if he encountered them, so he made sure to steer clear of Carl and his wife.
Two months after they moved in, as Brad was strolling through his orchard he happened to stop to check an apple tree close to the 7' tall wrought iron fence separating him from his neighbor. After looking his tree over Brad heard a sound from the neighbors yard and glanced through the fence to see what it was.
There was a small brick patio next to the house with several lawn chairs. A girl was sitting on one of the chairs, her eyes closed. She was dressed in a tank top and shorts, had dark hair and was obviously pregnant.
But the thing that caught Brads eye was the fact that she had her shorts unzipped, unbuttoned and her hand down the front. As he watched he could tell she was playing with herself. A second later a soft moan sounded from her, which was the sound that had initially caught Brads attention. He stood watching as she fingered herself, his cock starting to rise at the sight. He watched rapt as her moans grew louder. Finally she gasped and a moment later she stopped, the only movement was the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Brad was about to move away when the girl opened her eyes and spotted him.
At first Brad thought she might get angry, or frightened, but instead she grinned and said, "Enjoy the show grandpa?"
Brad was at first startled, then annoyed with her "grandpa" remark. At 40 he was a long way from hitting the 'grandpa' status.
But after a few seconds he decided he liked her feistiness, so he grinned back and said, "Yes, I did. Are you Carl's daughter?"
"Me? Hell no!" The girl replied, a note of anger in her voice, "I'm just living with them because of this," she patted her pregnant belly, "I guess you could say they're fostering me."
After a moment she added, "Don't get me wrong, I do appreciate what they're doing for me. They took me in when noone else would, but I can't abide the religious stuff they keep peppering me with and there are other things..." She trailed off to silence.
"Oh, I see...I didn't mean to pry. I see you're...aw..." Brad didn't want to say the word in case she was sensitive about it.
"Pregnant?" She said, "Yeah, almost 6 months."
"So how did you...aw...get pregnant?" Brad asked.
"Really grandpa? You're how old and you don't know how that works?" She said with a sly grin.
Again Brad was startled by the girls reply, then he felt his anger start to rise as he shot back, "I know how it works. Apparently you didn't!"
Brad expected her to show some anger in turn or throw a retort back at him.
Instead her grin widened and said, "A grandpa with attitude! Ok, you seem like a nice guy so I'll stop being a bitch. I screwed up and let my bastard of a boy friend cum in me without protection."
Brad was again taken aback by her frankness.
"Was it your first time?" Brad asked.
She let out a short laugh and said, "No! I had forgotten to get my birth control refilled and my boyfriend wanted sex. I tried to not do it, but I love the feel of a guy cumming in me, so I decided to let him. I figured that once wouldn't hurt. Yea right!"
"How old are you?" Brad asked.
"19." she replied.
During the time they had talked she let her hand stay inside her shorts.
Brad decided to be as frank as she was so he asked, staring at the lump of her hand under the material of her shorts, "So you masturbate a lot?"
"5 or 6 times a day. I'm hornier now then before I got pregnant." She said, then with a grin Brad saw her hand begin to move as she began to play with herself.
Brad could feel his cock leaking precum against his leg as he stood there talking with her as she fingered her pussy.
Some how he managed to carry on the conversation as he watched her, "Doesn't your boyfriend come to see you, or don't you go to see him to help that out?"
"No. The religious wardens here won't allow me out and definitely wouldn't let him in, even if he wanted to. He took off when he heard I was pregnant. I'm restricted to the house and this backyard. Besides who wants to fuck someone with a big old pregnant belly like mine?" Brad could here the bitterness in her voice.
"I see so what...." Brad's question was cut off by a female voice from inside the house, "Page! Supper time."
"Well grandpa," Page said pulling her hand from inside her shorts, "I've got to go. Maybe we can talk again sometime."
She buttoned her shorts stood, looked at her fingers then grinned as she held them up so Brad could see the moisture coating them glittering in the light. Page grinned, then without a word headed into the house.
As she walked away he called, "Brad. The names Brad."
"Ok grandpa!" Was the last words he heard before she disappeared inside.
Brad checked the neighbors back yard the next day and the day after without seeing her. On the third day she was again sitting in the lounge chair reading a book.
"Hey." He called as he stepped up to the fence.
"Hi grandpa." She called back.
"I wish you wouldn't call me that." Brad replied.
She laughed and said, "A little sensitive about it are you?"
"Well, yes and no." He replied trying to sound noncommital.
"Don't worry, I like you," she said then added with a sly grin, "For an old guy."
"Reading today I see." He said then thinking he would goad her, "Not as horny as usual?"
She let out a laugh and replied, "Sure I am. I've already cummed three times. You missed it."
A second later she changed the subject, "I see you going into the woods back there all the time. What's back there?"
Brad grinned and said, "My tree house."
"Really? A tree house? You play in a tree house?" She replied, sarcasm dripping from her voice.
"Sure", he replied calmly knowing it would shock her, "It's 500 square feet, two stories, with a deck, a bathroom, a kitchen and a bedroom."
