Grandpa's Story Part 2/2 Jtl Series

Grandpa's Story Part 2/2

This is the conclusion to Grandpa's story. It is a part of the Journey to Love series but can be read totally independently of that. It would be helpful to read part one though. It contains the growing sexual relationship between two adult Brother and Sister in the late sixties onward. It is a slow-burn story but the action starts quickly in this second part.

All persons engaged in sexual activity are over eighteen. It includes incest and family trauma that resulted from these relationships.

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Grandpa's Story Part 2 conclusion.

We were like two lovesick teenagers as we caught the tram to the markets.

I took her to the popular French patisserie where we bought chocolate brioches. I got some extras to take home. They were to die for. We found a place that had a coffee expresso machine, not a common thing in those days, then we found a bench to eat in the bustling market.

I had brought with me an old ladies' shopping cart to stash our supplies in.

"Let's do the clothes and fun stuff before food shopping, that way it will be fresher. I wasn't planning to cook much but a selection of cheeses and cold meats should go well for the celebrations.

We found a stall that sold hippy clothing, staffed by hippies.

"I need, no we need, some stuff for Sunbury Gus. It's time we updated your clothing."

"Probably, I wouldn't want you dating a computer Spok."

Joy giggled, "Spot the Spok could be a game to play at the festival."

"Are you cool cats going to the festival?"

"Yes, Sunbury, are you?"

"Yes man, far out, it should be good."

"Like Woodstock?"

"I hope so, free love man, peace in our time."

"Make love not war," Joy kissed me hard.

"Yeah, that's the spirit."

We spent big in his shop.

"See you at the festival dudes. You have bought so much that I have included a little something in there for you to chill out on when you're there. Get my drift man."

I nearly choked but nodded.

"Thanks, heaps, we're cool."

We spent freely, my Sister insisted I get some new body shirts. These were skin-tight almost see-through body-hugging things that were the latest fashion.

We also got new jeans, the fashion was changing, these had flared legs and tight-fitting waist and groin.

Joy dragged me into a change area behind a curtain. She helped me change. I had a semi, she tucked that down one leg and she zipped me up. My package was bulging. They were also showing my balls alongside.

"Perfect Gus, that is the trend, show off your size."

"Well if I get any stiffer something will give."

She rubbed me and I grew.

"See it goes downward."

"Okay, I get it, it's looser the lower it gets."

"That is hot Gus."

"It's tight, and will take getting used to, but for you, dear Sister, anything."

It should be noted that stretch Denham was not a thing, one had to wear jeans into shape. I also bought some cutoff jean shorts. A cock could only go upwards in those, or be exposed.

We spend a lot of money. Everything was cash in the seventies, we did not even have cash terminals. If you didn't take it with you, you couldn't buy it. Then you had to plan to get to a bank before they closed. Fortunately, I had a stack on me in preparation. I had a feeling I might need to top up before the festival though. I also kept an emergency supply of money at home. Strange we didn't have to worry about bank terminals breaking down, because the retail end of banking was all handwritten in little bank books.

We headed home once we purchased our groceries.

"Try on your jeans again Gus, I'll try mine. I think we need to break them in. Commando Gus."

"What is that?"

"No undies, Doofus."

"Oh, I didn't know." I pulled them on.

"I think we need to wash them, Joy, they are so stiff."

"Take me to your washing machine."

"What we need is an old boiler and a wringer machine. Cook and squeeze the crap out of them."

"Goody, it's a front loader. Not that I've ever seen one before. Gus before you take them off, take a bucket outside and half-fill it with those round white rocks in the garden."

"What my rock garden? That's the only ground cover this block of flats has."

"Yes, not too big or small, medium but round"

"Why?"

"Something I read in a magazine to give your jeans a used hippy look."

I came back as requested and my sister stripped off her new jeans and added some others from her collection plus the jeans shorts. I was distracted looking at her very naked lower body. My cock had trouble moving in my jeans.

"Earth to Gus, your jeans, please."

She came to me and knelt as she pulled my jeans over my hard cock with some effort.

"I should have got a size larger."

"You just need a smaller cock. Shall we take this one back?" She giggled as she fondled my newly released penis.

I groaned and my dick grew.

"See it has a fault, it keeps changing size."

Carefully Joy placed all the pebbles in the washer along with the jeans and some detergent. She set it to the 'wash the guts out of it' setting.

"Shute the noise, Joy, we will probably break the machine."

Joy sat up on the machine and her weight cut the noise back a bit.

"I also read that this is a good place for some self-pleasure. Time for you to explore me with your tongue. I think you owe me."

Joy spread her legs opening her sex right up for me. Meanwhile, the washing machine rumbled as it tumbled the rocks through the fabric and water.

Needless to say, despite the noise distraction, I was quickly on my knees. It was actually daunting. Kissing and licking as I went, I worked my way up one leg until I came to its inner junction. I loved the smoothness of the skin in the crease between the groin and thigh. Joy giggled a bit, as it was slightly ticklish. I skirted her vulva and approached the other crease from the top. I could taste the moisture of her body sweat. Salty with the tang of sex that awaited me just a tongue-width away.

I decided to bridge the gap and lapped along her swollen big lips. These were filling with blood and changing colour as I worked my tongue over their surface. They also had soft downy hairs that got thicker toward her mound. I sort of munched on them, brushing those hairs with my teeth.

Suddenly the machine clicked and stopped. I thought that this was a good time to start on the inner surfaces. My tongue was working its way up her slit when the machine went into a spin cycle.

The jolt sent me straight into her flesh, my nose forced hard up against that secret button. Above the clutter of rocks and the machine trying to gather speed, Joy's scream won for loudness.

"Cumming! shit yes, ahhhhh."

Her hands held my face into her flesh as she rode the washing machine as it bucked. Out of balance, it stopped. I gasped for breath but then it started again. This time I added two fingers and I could feel the vibrations of the washer through her vaginal walls. I had to try that sometime with my dick I thought, but maybe not with the rocks next time?

Her clitoris was now very pronounced so I latched on with my lips. The movement of the machine vibrated her clitoris in such a way it was like it was fucking my lips. Again her screams of ecstasy were so loud and this time she squirted all over my face and body.

Once again the machine sought to find its balance and stopped. I picked Joy up off the machine and carried her to the bed.

"Thanks, that was too much. But that doesn't mean I don't want to do it again. Maybe with your dick next time."

"My thoughts exactly, first you nearly suffocated me then downed me."

She giggled, "That would have been tragic. Fancy not getting to fuck my little brother."

We fell asleep to the sounds of the washing machine getting its rocks off. It was mid-afternoon when we woke. I made us a coffee and we ate some brioches in bed to ward off the hunger.

Still nude, I checked the washing and pulled out our jeans. Then I unloaded the stones. The inside of the washer was scratched and dented a bit. But the jeans survived and definitely looked worn. We decided to air dry them in case the clothes dryer shrank them.

Joy was sorting out the bedclothes and purchases.

"Gus, come and look at this." She held up a small plastic bag.

"Oh, that's was what the hippy was talking about."

"Wow, he was considerate he even included some cigarette papers."

"Do you think it's weed?"

"Um yes Doofus, have you not tried it before."

"No, of course not."

Joy smiled.

"Don't tell me your barmaid friend."

"We might have tried some after work one day."

"Joy!" I was shocked, but then I wanted to find out more.

"What was it like?"

"Strange, very chill, relaxing, sort of fun."

"Do you think we should try it?"

"Yes, but at the festival."

"Big sister certainly gives little brother an education."

Joy pulled me in for a kiss.

"Mmm, little brother smells and tastes of big sister's vagina. I think we should shower."

"Then go out for tea. But this time in the city."

"Really, fantastic, dress up?"

"If you like. It is the city."

"True."

We hit the shower and enjoyed cleaning each other. Certain areas received more than just cleaning.

"Gus, I realised you didn't cum at the washing machine. Let me fix that."

Next I knew, she was on her knees taking my cock in her mouth. Shute, it was sexy watching her look up at me with her beautiful eyes as she sucked me off.

"Fuck my mouth, Gus, go on pretend it's my pussy."

"Shit really."

Joy grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled me in and out until I got the message. She was dribbling and gagging but she insisted I didn't stop until I came deep in her mouth. Once drained she stood and shared my spunk with me in an open kiss.

"We probably should brush our teeth after that. I thought we were washing to get rid of pussy smells not replace them with spermy smells."

"Good point. We dried each other and then brushed."

We walked through the University to get a tram that took us all the way to Finders Street.

"Are you going to show me your computers, Gus?"

"Not tonight, but I thought a tour would be a good thing to do tomorrow. Most people are on holiday, but I'm sure I can find a Spok or two for you to meet."

We hopped off at the terminus next to the famous Flinders Street Station.

"Now something I like to do in the city. Starting here try and get all the way to Burke Street without going on Swanson or Elizabeth Streets. Just using lanes and shops. It is nearly closing time so it might be harder than normal. But you get to find and choose the way."

We wove our way through the arcades and looked at the specialty shops. When we came to the Mog and Magog clock we stopped and had a kiss and cuddle waiting for it to strike five. This was still a time when nearly every shop closed at five.

"I could live here Gus, just spending hours in these amazing alleys."

"Incentive to come and live in Melbourne Joy."

"I might have an even better incentive," she said as she looked at me with dreamy eyes.

We didn't quite make it as the gates on one thoroughfare had closed. We cut across Burke Street and up to Chinatown.

"I hope you like Chinese Joy. This is a very old part of Melbourne's tradition and the best food."

"Oh, I love Chinese food."

"Warning it is nothing like back home, once you eat here the crap they serve in Mildura will be obvious."

I took her to a very busy restaurant.

"The secret Joy is to go to the restaurant that is crowded with Chinese people."

We went in and were shown a table. The waitress came to the table and gave us menus in English. I handed them back.

"No, serve us a banquet for two, the best you serve. Just tell us what it was after we eat the dish. Surprise us. Cost is no factor."

"Wine?"

"Yes please, maybe a quality White plus a pot of Chinese tea."

"Yes sir."

We talked and ate for hours. Two bottles of wine later it was fortunate we were getting a tram home.

Once home we tumbled into bed together exhausted. We cuddled and kissed a bit then fell asleep naked in each other's arms.

I woke in the morning with my beautiful big Sister lying on my arm, her breasts snuggled into it. The problem was it was numb from restricted circulation. I tried to pull it out but to no avail. So I bought my other hand over and decided I might need to wake her.

Joy's bare bottom is a delight to see and heaven to touch. I stroked it, feeling the curvature and plump roundness in my palm. I contemplated how much I loved my Sister. It was special that she waited for me. These last two days confirmed for me how much I wanted to do life with her, the whole of life.

I wanted to show her off to my friends and professors at work. I wanted to wine and dine her. Do laundry with her. True, I giggled, fuck her on that washing machine. Put a baby in her and raise our kids.

But Mum and Dad were going to be a big problem. They were both very straight-laced. Protective of Joy. Overly so in my book. Yet here I was fondIng her cute backside in a way a Brother should never do.

My arm was still trapped so I decided to roll her on to me and over to the other side. Good plan, it worked as my arm was finally free, her butt now on top of me wedging my cock between its cheeks. Then as I rolled her the rest of the way I miscalculated. Shit my sister teetered on the edge of the abyss that was the edge of the bed and in slow motion began to fall. Try as I might I couldn't prevent gravity from doing its thing and we both tumbled to the floor with a thud.

Once the shock wore off both of us Joy commented.

"Shit Gus you could have just asked me to move. I was enjoying your hand playing with my tush. Now I'm going to have to punish you for being such a naughty little brother."

I had fallen on her but that didn't stop her from planting a huge smack on my arse. I still had a dead arm so couldn't defend myself. Smack.

Joy sat and turned her body to lean on the bed, I was now perpendicular to her torso, my butt raised even more. Whack.

"Naughty boy, big Sister has to punish you for waking her so rudely."

She ran her fingers lightly and lovingly over my now red arse then wack, wack, wack.

"Oh, I have a drum. Goody." She started playing me like I was a set of bongos.

This was much more enjoyable, I suddenly realised I was as hard as nails and each drum forced my cock down onto my sister's sex. I was no idea where down there but I could feel her wetness start to soothe my cock's contact and movement.

"Sister keep that up and I might cum on you."

"Yes do it Gus, cum," and she thrust her hips up into me to the beat.

"Yes, your penis is running along my slit, fuck Gus."

I started to fuck her thigh gap as well. Fortunately, I was at a totally wrong angle to enter her. But our excitement grew with each thrust and smack and I was cumming.

"Yes, me too,.... cummming, fuck me. Yes, little brother."

My sperm jetted along her inner lips and coated her passage and butt hole.

"Naughty brother you just coated my sex with your baby-making stuff. Get down there and lick it all off before the little Gus's find their way into me."

She pushed me down and with her hand in my hair forced me into her spunky folds.

Now I was not totally into slurping my sperm, but I was beginning to love giving oral to my sister, so I got stuck in with enthusiasm. I had gone semi-soft after my release but I quickly came to hardness again.

"Let me clean you while you do me. Give me that cock."

We both swivelled and I knelt so my penis was hanging over my sister's face. She lifted her head and started to suck and lick me clean.

My tongue was now paying more attention to turning her on than cleaning. I realised I had left her button alone so worked my tongue around it.

"Shit, cumming, yes keep going Gus," my sister cried, as she pulled my cock back into her mouth and yanked hard on my tender butt cheeks.

As she came I was aware that my cock had gone in further than ever before. Fuck I was in her throat. The thought and sensations were enough to have me cum again directly into my sister's throat.

Then I panicked that I might be choking her, so I withdrew quickly and blasted the last spurt on her face. My face was still buried and wedged between her convulsing thighs. I realised I needed a breath also. I pulled her legs apart and popped up, red in the face.

"Up you get, lover." I stood and helped my sister up. We looked at ourselves in the wardrobe mirror. We were a mess.

"Gus sorry I didn't mean to hit you so hard, look how red your butt is."

"Well, you will just have to kiss it better."

"I think I settle for cleaning it first. Shower big boy."

She took hold of my cock and pulled me into the bathroom.

"Well Gus, that was our first sixty-nine and I loved it."

"Sixty-nine, oh so, wait, that's what a sixty-nine is?"

"Yep, I've certainly taken my little brother's innocence away. Yes darling, that was a sixty-nine."

We kissed under a warm shower and soaped each other clean as we did so. We resisted further temptation but decided to eat breakfast in the nude.

"It's like we pulled the plug on all the boundaries we have been taught. It's very freeing Joy."

"I know and I feel so comfortable around you. You are safe and a fucking turn-on all at the same time."

"I was thinking this morning, Mum and Dad."

"What a way to kill the mood, Gus."

"Sorry but what are we going to do?"

"Simple, they just don't find out. It works if I come down here to live."

"I might need to get a bigger place. So you can have your 'own room.'" (air quotes)

"I need a job. Uh uh, I know you can afford to keep me, but I need to do something while you work. I would go crazy. But I don't want to work in a bar."

"I assume this conversation means you want to live with me."

"Absolutely, but that would be the only reason for me to want to live in a city. I still want to be in the country. I really love having my own house on the block."

"Ok, so what if Mum and Dad found out?"

"That would be it. I'm not sure who is the stricter Mum or Dad, but it goes so against their faith and old values that we would have to disappear. They would cut us off." Joy said glumly.

"I was thinking the same. I know it's jumping the gun, but I would like to have kids with you."

"Me too. We are getting very serious, aren't we."

"It's your birthday tomorrow, Gus. You're not getting your present if I didn't think we were serious."

"I'm thinking about that and kids, I still don't have any condoms."

"Gus, really."

"Today is Saturday, tomorrow, my birthday is Sunday. Where can we find a chemist open on a Saturday afternoon?"

"Let me think." Joy was fiddling with her fingers. "Yes, it's okay we don't need one," Joy said with a big smile on her face. "I just finished my periods, I'm safe for at least a week."

"So I don't need to wear one tomorrow?"

"So long as we get them before say Thursday. We will need them for the festival."

"Good, I hear condoms are not the best for feeling the sex in the dick."

In those days condoms were much thicker, with no fancy choices.

"I don't know, I've never done it either, but I want to feel you, not just rubber Gus."

"Well, with that thought I need some distraction. How about we get dressed and I take you on a tour of the Uni. A lot will be closed, but I know the computer rooms will be accessible. We always have technicians on hand to replace valves should one die. Mind you that is the older machines, our latest one is a solid-state model."

"Gus you just did a Spok on me. Leave it until you can show me. I might understand better."

We walked arm in arm to the university. Kisses were stolen. Romance was high. Not that the University on the surface was a romantic location. But I assured my Sister it was the centre of free love here in Melbourne. Not that the computer room was anything to judge by.