Author's Note: This story continues Grammy's Boy ch–03. It can be read and enjoyed as a standalone but it will be a more enjoyable read after the other three stories. It takes place the day after Grammy's Boy 03 ended. All characters that deal with sex are over eighteen.
I awoke as the sunrise just peeked over the Eastern horizon. I had opened the shades before going to sleep last night so I had a great view of the Atlantic Ocean from my bed. That attracted very little of my attention, however. I couldn't get my mind off the hot sex Carla and I had last night. It would have been better if Carla could have remained in my bed all night but we agreed she couldn't, not after that close call we had the other night.
So I lay there awhile playing with myself while thinking about the next time with Aunt Carla...I keep forgetting to leave off the aunt. And I kept wondering how far I could get with Sara. Her still being virgin really turned me on. I remembered how I felt just a few weeks ago before Grams finally showed me the ropes. I remembered how nervous I was about the first time. I was afraid I wouldn't do things just right and that whomever I finally made it with would laugh at me. If she would allow me to be her first I vowed to be as gentle and understanding with her as Grams had been with me.
The odor of frying bacon made me crawl out, make my bed and start the day. Pulling on a Clemson tee shirt and a pair of khaki shorts, I made my way to the kitchen/dining room where Grams and Sara were cooking breakfast.
"Good morning, Sleepy Head." Sara appeared to be in good humor for someone stuck with kitchen duty. We all took turns cooking and cleaning while at Crocodile's Cave but I really didn't expect Grams to draft a visitor.
"Gosh, Grams. You don't usually don't rope visitors into cooking." I said.
"We'll treat her like family and she can act like family," Grams replied with a wink.
"Gosh, Mrs. Jones." Sara looked at wistfully at Grams and I thought I saw a tear dribble down her cheek. "You don't know how much I'd love to be part of your family."
I felt kind of sorry for her, wearing her heart on her sleeve like that. I couldn't say I blamed her for feeling the desire to belong. Laura had filled me in on some of her Sara's background. It seems her father had been out of the picture for years and she and her mother were hard put to keep things together. To top everything, her mom often went off for days with some man leaving Sara home to make out as best she could. Sometimes Laura had to give her money during the school year so she could eat lunch with her. I must admit my heart went out to Sara when I had heard about her status and now that I witnessed this scene something got in my eye also.
"Would you now?" Grams had heard Laura filling me in. "If you're serious, I'll see what I can do about that."
"What do you mean, Mrs. Jones? How can I possibly join your family?"
"Hell, Honey! I got more money than all of us need and there are certainly empty rooms in that old house. You're over eighteen and can live where you like. We could even adopt you if necessary. Of course we'd expect you to act like part of the family. I warn you it isn't all fun and games. Ask Ricky, we all work like hell when there's work to be done."
"You got that right," I confirmed. "We raise a lot of our food in our garden and let me tell you, in the summer it gets awfully hot out there."
"Believe me, I'm not afraid of work." She hesitated a moment then her face turned from happy to sad. "I...I couldn't leave Momma," she stammered. "She really needs me. After Dad ran off she almost went mad. If I left, she couldn't take it."
"Humm. That does throw a monkey wrench in the gears." Grams took up another pan of fried bacon while indicating Sara should remove the biscuits. Don't worry Honey. Sometimes I even surprise myself with what I can do. We'll start by calling me Grams or Grammy like the rest of the family. Now, go tell the other sleepy heads they better come on to breakfast if they want to go shopping with me."
"Right away Grams." She took the stairs two at a time while I went to knock on Mom and Carla's door.
"I feel kind of sorry for that girl." Grams said when I got back.
"Well, she does seem to be nice." I replied. "Did you notice the way she tries to mimic Laura?"
"Yep. I noticed how she seems to have eyes for you too. My guess is, you can break her in if you play your cards right."
"I tried, but she's scared to let go. Laura says she's a virgin and Sara almost admitted as much."
"Well, who would have thought that? Go slow, Ricky, but not too slow. You don't want her over thinking once you get the ball rolling." Grams had to shut up when the others started piling in for breakfast. She did have a chance to whisper, "Don't do anything without condoms. She doesn't need that kind of problem. You aren't ready to be a daddy either," as she poured me a cup of coffee.
After breakfast everybody tried to decide where they wanted to go for the day. Spending the day sightseeing, including Brookgreen Gardens and other attractions, split with just shopping until they dropped. They were deciding who would go in which car when Sara spoke up.
"Would it be okay if I just stay here at the beach? You guys get here so often you might get bored with it but to me it's great."
"Of course, Honey. You do anything you want and Ricky can stay with you. It can get lonely by yourself all day." Grams caught my eye and winked. "Take good care of her, Ricky, and you better treat her just like family."
"You can count on me, Grams. We'll have a day at the beach neither of us will forget."
"What do you want to do first?" I asked, when we were alone.
"Lets hit the water before the sun gets too hot."
We changed into bathing suits and I gathered the umbrella, towels, and lotion while she got the cooler and drinks. I allowed her to lead the way so I could watch the sexy sway of her behind as she walked,
We set up the umbrella, and then raced to the water. Sara was a little ahead of me and when we made it to about chest deep I tackled her, pulling her under and getting a good feel of her petite breast in the process. She surprised me a bit when she came up laughing as she straightened her top.
We continued to play around in the water. I felt her body as much as I could and she only pretended to object. When I tried to kiss her, she was more than willing, even letting her tongue probe my mouth first. When we were locked in a passionate kiss, I tried to lift her so she could lock her legs around me. She went along at first but as soon as my hard shaft probed her she dropped away and started for the beach.
Once we settled down under the umbrella she handed me the lotion and asked if I'd put some on her back. Boy! Would I! She lay on her stomach while I kneeled beside her. I began with her feet, gently massaging them as I applied lotion. Apparently she was a woman who enjoyed a good foot rub for she visibly relaxed as I massaged them.
I started working my way up her caves, encircling each leg with both hands while working from ankle to knee and back again. I didn't want to scare her away so after covering from the knees down I switched to her upper body. As I worked on her neck, shoulders and back she started making soft contented noises and it seemed her body came unglued. I let my hands stray up her sides, trying to feel her breast. Her petite knockers didn't bulge very much so I soon abandoned that tactic.
Once I had enough tanning lotion on her upper body to prevent sunburn for the next thirty years, I had no choice but to move down and see how far she would allow me to go. Starting with the left leg, I squirted on the lotion then massaged it in from the knee to just below the bikini. She didn't react until my fingers touched the suit's material so I stopped and repeated the procedure on the other leg.
Once I had plenty of lotion applied I took advantage of my oversized hands to completely engulf her leg and slide them all the way from her calf to just below the suit's material. I had done this at poolside on Laura many times and she said it felt wonderful. Of course, since nothing sexual was going on with Laura, I always stopped lower on the leg than I did now. Judging from Sara's reaction it still must have felt just as good.
She had tightened up when I had touched near her butts before, but now as my hands approached closer and closer with each stroke, she even spread her legs a little to allow easier access to her upper thighs. Now I let my index finger stray a little ahead of its mates and as we approached the apex it lightly brushed across her bikini-covered slit. I could see her visibly tense up but she said nothing. I continued touching it lightly for several times before I tried to up the ante. On the next pass I used three fingers to firmly press against her snatch. That got an immediate response.
"Okay, I think you have my back good enough," she said as she turned over. "I can get the front." She reached for the bottle and started putting lotion across her lower body. I sat and watched her work. Actually, I watched the way her mound seemed to proudly puff out when her hand rubbed across it while she did her upper thighs and lower stomach.
"Does that fell good?" I asked when her hand remained on her crotch a moment longer than necessary.
"What do you mean?" She jerked her hand away like she'd touched a hot wire.
"You don't have to be bashful," I teased. "I thought it felt good when I touched it a while ago."
"I'm sure I don't know what you are talking about." She covered her face with a towel and pretended to go to sleep.
I wasn't to be put off that easily. I sat beside her and pretended my hands were butterflies and her body was a flower filled with nectar. Surprisingly enough she seemed to enjoy it. She made no response except to tell me how a good it felt when I hit an especially sensitive spot. Finally I lay down beside her and kissed her cheeks. By now the sand was becoming crowded so I had to control my impulses.
