Nick was happy he could finally have some time to himself. That wasn't to say he didn't enjoy the sensual ping-pong with his mother and sister. He would never tire of that. It was just - he couldn't exactly remember the last time he just sat at his desk and played games on his PC. It felt like weeks but was probably months. The fact he struggled with remembering his password certainly didn't help. Was it NickBoy_95 or something else?
He got lucky with NickyBoy_95 and sighed with relief as his desktop wallpaper appeared - a bikini-clad big-breasted blonde, back when he hid his lust for muscular women, back before he and Janet had their first racy encounter in the basement gym. Back before his life changed, for better or worse. He played some Tetris at first to help wake his brain up, even though he was never really any good at it, always getting stuck by the fourth or five line. Still - at least he got to playing it. He remembered the last time he and Zoey played a multiplayer match of it before she set off for college, then remembered the day they slept together, and the night she came back all jacked up and beefy.
Nick's dick lurched at the memory, tenting up in his pants so fervently it was like they would burst at the seams. As much as he liked his "moments" with her, this was one of those rare times when Nick wanted to think of something other than his dear, beefy sis. It didn't really matter what, so long as it wasn't a blonde slab of muscle who coddled and sucked him off on a daily basis.
He sighed dejectedly.
The torrent of emails Nick had was, frankly, embarrassing. Sure, he could've checked his phone to keep tabs on them, but Janet was stickler for making sure their lovemaking was entirely uninterrupted, and by the time he was free, tiredness came over the poor guy. It was an endless, constant cycle too. As usual, most of the emails were a bunch of scams. No, he didn't want a mail-order Russian bride, nor did he trust the validity of that Nigerian prince offering him five hundred pounds. It was all just a bunch of—
"Shit. Shit. Shit." He rolled his eyes. He began to wonder if there was really any point in returning to his PC, if all there was to do was sort through his stacks of scam and spam emails. He had more interesting things to do, more meaningful people to interact with.
One email stood out from all the rest though, at the top of the list, meaning it came in rather recently. An hour ago, actually, at ten o'clock. The depressing thing was it came from his grandma Ada, whom he hadn't seen since the sex with his mother and sister started. The email's subject line was certainly interesting, like the hook to a book: Some Developments.
For some reason, Nick rushed to open the email even though he had no idea what to expect. It could've just been about developments in her love life since Nick's grandfather left to bonk a woman far younger than him. At any rate, Nick was interested. He got to reading the email carefully, like going over the lines of dialogue in a play he'd been cast in.
Hey kiddo, hope all's well with the family. Just sending one of these email thingies letting you know how I'm getting on since your grandpa left. You know I took the news hard at first, but you were all there to help see me through it. I thank you for that.
Your mother and I have been keeping very close since then in our weekly meet-ups. She tells me you've been particularly "good" with her of late since your father's failing in that regard. Incest, I think they call it.
Nick stopped reading. He felt there was a need to, considering his grandmother knew what was going on behind closed doors at his home. Guilt filled him, knowing how his grandmother often reacted when bad things happened. He even considered deleting the email right there and then, but it wouldn't remove the memory of having read the first few lines. That was cemented, seared into his brain at this point, forever part of him.
However, he did muster enough courage to continue reading.
Don't worry, I won't tell. I can't blame you for wanting to pork a woman as muscular as she is, your mother or not. And Zoey too? You naughty little boy. I even hear you've grown a bit yourself over the months! You're, what, fourteen inches long now? Without an erection? That would make you significantly larger than your grandpa, sweetums. And you're young yet, so there's no reason to think you have to stop growing. There's no secrets with me, boy. I know everything about you now.
Speaking of secrets, your mother's been sharing a few of her own with me.
When Nick scrolled through the email further, the revelation that came with it hit him like a brick to the face. His grandma had enclosed a JPEG of her in a glitzy purple bikini, barefooted and buff beyond belief, arms big as watermelons swollen to the point where their veins just might burst like water hydrants, salt and pepper hair draped over her barn door back, the room's mood lighting emphasizing the collective beefiness on display. Nick felt his dick lurch again, becoming more erect in mere seconds. He never thought he'd be attracted to his own grandmother, but that was ironic in the face of the fact he was sleeping with his mother and sister.
He continued reading the email, specifically the string of text directly underneath the photograph he got hard over.
This is me after a month of training and dieting. I'm eating around five hundred thousand calories a day, training five times a week for six hours a day, and my sleep time has drastically cut down. I've also been having sex for far longer. Pat Hughes, the poor soul had no idea what hit him a few nights back. I have little to no intention on stopping since it's just too much fun.
The chances are you're getting hard from all this and no doubt have your hand in your pants. Again, can't say I blame you. I had some fun with myself last night, you know. But we're not done yet.
Nick had to resist the urge to whip out his cock and jack off to the leathery slab of beef who was his grandmother, as much as the desire to do otherwise was strong, but that last sentence was a powerful hook.
I knew you'd get hard over me, so set up a Camable account so we can chat later tonight. Look for AdaSwole70. Who knows? I might even give you glimpse of my rather beefy snatch ;) Make sure you're wearing your tightest pair of boxer shorts - I really want to see that cock of yours bulge! If you're lucky, I might flex hard enough for it to burst out of them!
