Author's Note: This is a standalone story, that will feature lesbian incest and an age gap relationship. This is a smutty fantasy so please do not read if you want realism. All characters in this story are 18 or over.
This is part of the 'Sapphire Lane' universe which is a collection of various stories all set on Sapphire Lane, or at the nearby Ginerva Academy and Violet Liberal Arts College, each lesbian related but exploring different kinks. Each story is standalone but features cameos with characters from other stories, and potentially crossovers.
The Story
"You're such a good girl, most teens would be throwing house parties when their mom vacates the house for the weekend, not visiting their grandmothers!" The woman laughed, pulling up in front of the large detached house at No. 27 Sapphire Lane, a wealthy suburban cul-de-sac.
"Perhaps I party with nonnina!" Deva grinned. She was a 18 year old girl of Italian ethnicity, pretty with pale olive skin and long black hair. Her body, in a crop top and boho pants, was slender with small perky breasts, flat tummy, and a bubble butt.
"That wouldn't surprise me." The girl's mom laughed, kissing the teen on the cheek. Deva got her overnight bag out of the backseat, and walked up the drive, ringing the doorbell. It didn't take long for Monica, her grandmother, or nonnina as she called her, to answer.
"Ciao piccina!" The older Italian woman smiled warmly, hugging her granddaughter. 'Piccina' was a term of endearment that Deva would be embarrassed if her mother used, but loved it when her nonnina called her it.
The woman had recently turned sixty, thought could pass as younger, with a round face, prominent smile lines, and full lips. Like Deva, her hair was black though flecked with grey, and her skin was a pale olive tone. Her body was a perfect hourglass figure, with large breasts, full hips, and an even fuller ass which Deva hoped she would have when she was older. The teen had always thought her grandmother was the most stunning woman she knew, and this girlish conviction hadn't lessened through her teenagerhood.
Deva's mother waved at them from the car, before driving off. She was going on a spa weekend with one of her friends.
"Come in, I've got some soda waiting..." Monica led the girl inside, the teen laughing as the woman always had her favourite drink prepared when she visited. Italian soda was made from syrup, crushed ice, cream, club soda, and topped with whipped cream and cherries.
"What's the flavour today?"
"Peach and mango."
"Yummy. You somehow always guess what I'm in the mood for!"
"You're always in the mood for whatever I make!" Monica chuckled, tickling the girl's belly that was exposed by her crop top. "I don't know how your tummy is so flat."
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Deva and her grandmother drank the Italian soda together by the pool in the woman's large back garden, chatting with the girl catching the woman up on all the high school gossip. Deva went to Ginerva Academy, a private school for girls, and many of the senior girls in her year lived in Sapphire Lane, so her grandmother knew them at least through their moms.
"A couple of girls, Gabbie and Kayla, have recently started escorting after school and on weekends! Its for some exclusive lesbian agency but they both are apparently really loving it..."
"Really? Would they be worth hiring?" Monica teased and Deva exclaimed "Nonnina!" Now she had turned 18, the girl definitely found that her grandmother's sense of humour had become more openly sexual.
"Just joking fiorellina... I'm too old I'm sure."
"Oh no, most of their clients are more mature ladies! And you're stunning..." Deva protested, then blushed.
"Then I'll think about it!" Monica teased. "But what about you? Any girlfriend yet?"
"Nope, too busy with my studies!" Deva said, though that wasn't true, she was just very shy when it came to sex and romance.
"Oh forget studying, youth is to have fun!"
"I'll tell mom you said that!"
Monica shrugged. "I told her the same thing when she was your age, though perhaps she could do with a reminder too! Anyway, I better go in and get dinner started..."
"Could I help?"
"Not if you want the meal to taste nice!" Monica laughed, poking fun at her granddaughter's notoriously poor cooking skills. "Stay out her or run along to your room."
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Deva was in one of the house's guestrooms which was pretty much reserved for her visits. She unpacked her overnight bag, hanging up a jacket in the wardrobe so it wouldn't become creased but noticed an unfamiliar box in the bottom of the drawers.
Intrigued she pulled it out and lifted the lid to find it was filled with old photographs so she took it over to her bed. They were of her grandmother, but when she was a teen, probably the same age as Deva was now. She couldn't believe how stunning the girl was, dressed chic with photos of her posing around a city or sat in stylish looking coffee shops. It didn't look like Italy, and she wondered if it could be perhaps France, but regardless, it was definitely someplace European. Though she thought the woman had only became more beautiful with age, the teen had a sexy aura of free-spiritedness and youthful allure, and Deva knew her heart would skip a beat if she saw such a girl in real life.
As she looked through the photos, the city ones gave way to ones at the beach, and she admired her teenage grandmother's body in a revealing bikini, slim and lithe before she had grown curvaceous and womanly with maturity.
In some photos she was posed with a white girl, slender and noirette, who was almost as stunning as her grandmother. The poses veered to quite intimate with the photos looking like they were taken on a timer with the camera perched on a rock, and Deva noticed she was breathing more heavily as she looked through, seeing how the two girls had their hands caressing one another's bodies in the pictures. 'Could they be more than just friends...'
There were more of just her grandmother, as well as solo ones of the other girl, and Deva guessed the teens had taken the photos of each other. There was one of her grandmother led on her front on her beach towel, looking up with a smile, with her back completely bare so it was clear she was topless. Deva admired the girl's exposed back of flawless pale olive skin then looked at the next photo, nearly gasping. Her nonnina had sat up, revealing her bare breasts to the camera. They were firm, and though not as large as they were nowadays, were still bigger than Deva's own perky pair.
The girl found more photos of her teenage grandmother posing topless, as well as ones of the other girl without her bikini bra. Though the white girl was beautiful also, Deva was primarily drawn to the ones of her grandmother which she spread out on her bed to admire. She found herself imagining touching the girl's breasts, feeling their firmness, caressing them in her hands as her fingers moved to the teen's nipples. These were a reddish-brown in colour, puffy with large areola.
As she had her taboo fantasy, her hand slipped down the front of her boho pants and panties, gently caressing her pussy which had grown wet from gazing at the sexy bikini pictures of the two teens.
'It's lucky I don't have a time machine as things would get very weird! Gosh, what kinda girl has such weird thoughts about her nonnina!' Deva thought, but was too aroused by the photos to feel abashed. She looked through more of them, finding one of her grandmother from behind so she could see the teen's firm bubble butt, the bikini clinging between her ass cheeks so her underbutt was on full glorious display. Though it was an amazing butt, for a teenager, Deva thought that she preferred how her grandmother's butt looked nowadays, thicker and rounder. 'Perhaps she'll wear a bikini if we sit by the pool tomorrow...'
"Dinner's ready!" Deva was startled to hear her grandmother call up the stairs, and she quickly pulled her hand out of her boho pants, blushing to herself for her freaky taboo thoughts.
"Coming nonnina." The teen called back, trying to sound normal, and scooped the photos back into the box, shoving it back where she had found it in the wardrobe.
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"No nonnina, I'll do the dishes as you cooked the meal!" Deva insisted, wanting to do something for her grandmother. Dinner had been a delicious pasta dish, followed by a digestivo of chilled homemade limoncello. Deva remembered her grandmother had always made the lemon liqueur drink, and though she had tried a sip in the past, it was only when she turned 18 that she had been allowed a glass after meals. Though Deva loved her nonnina's home cooking, she was a little glad she didn't live with her as suspected she would quickly become plump from the delicious Italian cuisine.
"Okay fiorellina, I'll let you do the washing up." Monica laughed. Deva was a little surprised the woman had given in so easily, as normally her grandmother would stubbornly insist on doing the washing up herself, even when she was a visiting guest. The girl turned to the sink, squirting some detergent on a sponge then picking up a plate to scrub with hot water.
Monica busied around the kitchen, bringing over all the things she had used to cook the meal to place by the sink for the girl to wash, then lingered behind the teen. She was close enough that their bodies almost touched, watching Deva wash the dishes over her shoulder.
"Be careful cleaning the knives..."