Chapter 1
This all happened this past summer while I was on vacation before heading off to college. My name is Rick, I just turned 18, and I live in a nice suburb with my folks and younger sister. My parents are both professionals. My dad runs a big think tank in town where they do all kinds of research on nature and shifts in weather. My mom is a sociology professor at the local college, following in her father's foot steps. To say my parents are intellectuals is an understatement. In fact I still don't understand how my sister and I turned out so normal. The one nice thing, though, is that they really never set a lot of rules. They very liberal in their thinking and always have very open minds.
I am a pretty average student, much to my folk's disappointment. I participated in a number of school sports, including golf and tennis. I'm pretty popular in school, with most of the jocks amongst my best friends. My real problems are with the girls in school. While I have no problem getting them to go out with me, when they find out how little experience I have in bed they all drop me like the plague. I could get one of the nerdy girls to stick with me, but it's not what I like. Reminds me too much of my parents and their relationship. Besides I couldn't be seen with anything but a hot chick or I would never hear the end of it from my buddies. What I really needed was to hook up with someone who would show me the ropes and not ridicule me for my lack of experience.
My sister Julie was just the opposite from me. First of all, she was one of the hottest girls in school. She has long blonde hair and a body that just won't quit. She is about a year and a half younger than me, but far more experienced. In fact she was very popular with all the jocks and it wasn't hard to figure out why. On more than one occasion I've heard her sneak a boy into her room and fuck his ass off. I've even thought about asking her for some help, but she wouldn't go for the incest thing. She's far more interested in making fun of my lack of sexual experience and making me the butt of her jokes with her friends.
One of the nice benefits of having my dad's work along with my mom's position is that we live in a real nice home in one of the finer neighborhoods in town. In fact our home is one of the nicer ones with a large pool and tennis court. This accounts for some of my sister's popularity, besides the fact that she puts out. We have every toy and luxury you could think of, which often makes our house the hang-out of choice.
It was early in the summer that my mom announced over supper that she had heard from her parents and that they were coming to spend a few weeks with us. mom's parents were both retired and spent most, if not all of their time traveling around the world. It wasn't unusual to go a year or two and not hear from them except for an occasional postcard. This last period had been close to two years since we last saw them. My granddad was a science professor at a major university until retiring a few years ago. My grandmother owned a bookstore near campus until she sold it when my granddad retired. You would think that they would be nerds like their daughter, but they are just the opposite.
While my mom has always got her nose in a book, my grandparents are fun and lighthearted. They are both in their golden years, my granddad is about sixty eight and grandmother sixty five. Granddad was tall and very handsome, with a real style about him, while my grandmother was still quite attractive. She was about 5' 6" with a cute shape and wispy, strawberry blonde hair. I have always called her "gam", a toddler's mispronunciation of "gram" that stuck. They are both very active and I think it keeps them young.
They arrived early one morning and it was great seeing them and hearing all about all the places they had traveled to. Mom had warned us about keeping our friends visits to a minimum while her parents were here so they could have a nice relaxing visit. I didn't mind so much, but my sister acted like it was totally unreasonable and warned that she wouldn't be around much.
Chapter 2
Both my parents took vacation time so they could be home with my grandparents for a couple of weeks. The first couple of days my Mom had them on the go visiting, shopping, museums, etc. I barely saw them except for at the end of the day, so it was nice to hear that they would be taking it easy for the rest of the trip. Over dinner they asked me about school, sports and girls. I avoided the last subject best I could and concentrated on answering questions about school, work and my latest sports endeavors.
When Gam heard about my making the golf and tennis teams she asked if I could give her some free lessons. It seems that while she plays both quite a bit, she has some bad habits she would like to work on. Traveling so much doesn't give her much chance for individual lessons.
"Sure Gam, name the time, place and sport and I'm all yours." I said.
"OK. How about tomorrow morning we head out to a driving range to work on swing?" she asked.
"You're on. But we don't have to go to a driving range. Dad cleared an area out on the edge of the property as a driving and putting area for me." I responded.
"Terrific!" she said, smiling brightly.
The next morning I was in the kitchen finishing a glass of orange juice and sitting there with my folks when my grandparents walked in. My grandmother caught my eye immediately. She was dressed in a nice looking golf outfit that consisted of a green v-neck short sleeve shirt and a blue wrap around skirt that ended above her knee. The thing that grabbed my attention was my grandmother's figure in this outfit. Up until now she had worn mostly loose fitting outfits that really did nothing to show what might lie beneath. But in this attire it was hard to miss just how good a shape she was in.
Now don't get me wrong, she wouldn't pass as anything but a woman her age. Her face, neck and hands have the wrinkles that you would expect, but the tone of her frame was quite a surprise. She has round, firm, softball sized breasts, a trim waist with just a bit of tummy fat, round hips and what looked like a fairly firm ass. Her legs are her best feature with trim thighs leading to shapely, slender calves and ankles. I couldn't stop watching her as she moved around the room getting breakfast. From behind you could easily mistake her for a woman my mother's age, though she has it all over my frumpy mom.
We were both done and heading out to the back with golf clubs in tow. Gam started drilling me about girls as soon as we were alone.
"Aw, they have been off and on." I told her.
"No one special?" she asked.
"Sometimes. I was dating a girl by the name of Ali for a part of the spring." I said.
"And what happened?" Gam asked.
"Uh...you know. We just went our separate ways." I replied
"Why?" she pursued.
"We just wanted different things. You know...I like mature women." I said, grinning and bumping my hip into hers.
"Flatterer!" Gam yelped, bumping her hip back at mine.
We set up around back and started with long drives. I went first and hit a couple into the woods about 200 yards away.
"Very impressive!" Gam said. "Now keep an eye on my swing, I've developed a nasty slice."
She laid her ball on the tea and took a couple of practice swings before addressing the ball. She set her feet and then swung her hips a couple of times to set herself. I was watching her swing as she drove through the ball and her swing was causing her to lift her heels off the ground too soon.
"Try keeping your feet flat and bend more at your knees and use your hips to drive through the ball" I suggested.
