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.