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The story so far. From the age of six I was brought up by my Father's girlfriend, Janet, who I always called 'Mum'. Mum had a daughter, Chrissie, she was three weeks younger than me. When we were twelve Mum threw my Father out. We haven't seen him since. Mum told me that I had the chemistry to attract the right, or maybe the wrong, sort of women. On my eighteenth birthday I had sex with Mum and on Chrissie's eighteenth birthday I had sex with her.
I got a job in Graphic Design. It turned out that the Boss's Daughter was my birth Mother. My Father had thrown her out and taken me to his new girlfriend. My Mother and I had sex. I had sex with Molly, our 'older woman' next door neighbour. Her husband had died and he asked me to 'take care of her' I didn't realise that he meant sexually. I enjoyed it immensely and she taught me lots of ways to please a woman. Soon after that I had sex with Sarah.
Mum, my Mother and Sarah each had a Daughter for me, although Sarah's husband was happy that little Rihanna was his. The same Midwife, Helen, delivered all three of my Daughters although I wasn't present at Rihanna's birth. Helen observed that there was a hormonal connection. I subsequently had sex with her.
For all the details please read Chapters 1 thru 12a.
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The really big news of the year started on a Friday evening only a few weeks after I'd visited Helen. Mum and my Mother were in the kitchen breast feeding my Daughters, Janette and Rozalind. Chrissie was laying on the kitchen table dripping my sperm onto the waxed wood. I was making a restorative cuppa for everybody.
The phone in the hallway rang.
"Hello?" I said tentatively.
"That Ryan?"
"Yes, who's speaking please?"
"It's your Grandmother. I need to talk with you, face to face, soon as possible, before Monday. We need to see a Solicitor at 10 Monday morning and you need to know what we're talking about."
"Err... that urgent? Can you give me a reason? Just me or the family?"
"You've got a family? Oh, you mean Janet and Chrissie. Just you please. I can't tell you everything you need to know over the telephone, too complicated. It's important and to your advantage as they say in legal circles. After we've talked you can involve whoever you think should be involved. That OK?"
"That's fine. Tomorrow afternoon, about 2? Ellesmere Grove?"
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I'd been nowhere near Ellesmere Grove since my Father took me to Janet's. It was a big house when I was little and it didn't seem any smaller, now I was grown. I pulled onto the driveway and parked alongside a new Jaguar XK.
Gran had the front door open before I'd climbed out of my vehicle, it's not a car it's a people carrier. My memory of Gran was decidedly hazy. I remembered her as always pleased to see me and smiling but she also looked as if she had been crying or was about to cry. Very confusing for a 6 year old. Gran wasn't much over 5 feet tall and quite petite. With me at 6'2" I could tuck her under my arm with no trouble. Standing in the doorway she looked very much as I had remembered her all those years ago when I returned home from school. Even the dress was familiar. Pretty and short. At six the shortness of her dress didn't register but at 19 it certainly did. Nice legs! It was loose at the top and the 19 year old me noticed the cleavage that the 6 year old me had totally missed.
"Afternoon Ryan, my you've grown a bit since I last saw you," she laughed delightedly.
"Afternoon Gran," I replied equally happily, "you've changed a bit too, for the better I might add. Although that could be because it's a 19 year old looking at you."
Gran gave me funny look then grinned. I followed her into the Study. Book lined walls, a big desk and a selection of comfortable chairs and smaller tables. I don't recall ever being allowed into the Study. Way off limits!
"Kiss for your old Gran?" she teased with a smile.
The self same words she said as I left for school each morning and again when I returned every afternoon. Always happy. Always smiling but even then I knew she wasn't very happy and was often crying. I'd never hesitated to give her a big kiss and a cuddle.
Putting my arms around her I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"That's not how you used to kiss your old Gran," she complained with a big smile.
"Think you can still pick me up then?" I laughed.
"No chance but I bet you can pick me up."
I bent, put one arm around her, under her pert bottom and the other around her lower back. Gran wrapped her arms around my neck. I straightened. Complete and utter role reversal.
"Good afternoon Gran."
"Good afternoon, Ryan. Kiss for your old Gran?" she giggled.
Our lips met and locked together. Just like old times. Grans tongue licked across my lips. I was surprised, that was new. I parted my lips and sought out her tongue with mine. We tongue wrestled. Gran's arms tightened around my neck. Our lips parted for a moment.
"I'm slipping Ryan, budge me up!"
Yeah, I remember that! 'Budge me up Gran, I'm slipping'.
I 'budged' her up. She helped by wrapping her arms tighter around my neck and locking her legs around my waist. I remembered doing that too. In the new position I slipped both hands under her bottom to support her as she had for me all those years back. My hands met bare flesh. Bare bottom flesh. I checked carefully, sliding my fingers down her crack, over her anus and up along her smooth slit. She was wet and inviting but not so much as a thong, let alone a string. No scrap of undies to be felt, anywhere. Momentarily I focused on my chest and registered that there wasn't the feel of a bra holding my Gran's tits firmly either.
I was enjoying the feel of my Gran's bare bum in my hands, her wet cunt on my fingers and wasn't about to remove them unless she requested it. I was also enjoying the feel of her soft lips pressed against mine and was in no hurry to break the bond. I opened my eyes. Grans eyes were waiting for me. They sparkled with devilment. She eased our lips apart sufficient to speak.
"Feel good?" she asked.
"Very," I stole a quick kiss before continuing, "A bit different to how I remember," I chuckled and kissed her quickly again.
"Actually it isn't. You Father placed an embargo on undies. At home and outside. Your Mother and I had to go without. He said it kept us always wet and always ready. If we didn't comply we were harshly punished. I don't even have undies in the house."
