This story will contain mm/mmf/ffm/ff It will also contain anal and probably many other things that you'll find exciting. My imagination is going wild with this fantastic family.
Esadowa (Esa) is the father to Tama, who is the mother to Maralah. You'll have to read to discover in what depraved way Paytah is related. There are many surprises along the way so fasten your seat belts.
Xo DG
When Family is Not As They Seem
Chapter Two
Tama
We had such a wonderful week that I hated to see it end. But better was yet to come.
"Painters start your room in the morning, baby," I told Maralah when she came to breakfast. "Grandad said to just stay with him so you can get out of this mess for a while."
"Oh," she replied, looking sad. "I'm going to miss you, Mama."
"I know, but we'll be back together very soon and have a lot of fun. I'll have surprises for you too!"
"Okay, I'll go pack a bag and go to the ranch after work."
Maralah
I was excited to spend more time with Grandad but knew I'd miss Mama. Two weeks until Paytah came, and I was really excited about that. I had not seen my brother in many years.
He went to Europe for schooling because he excelled. The American government noticed him and paid for college and more training. He had a job waiting for him when he got back to the States. Top secret, Mama said, but just curious.
When I walked into the trailer, Grandad was just heading out to the job.
"I hear you're going to be camping out with me!"
I grinned. "I am! We've never had time together, just you and me. I'm happy about that."
"Me too darlin', me too," he said, kissing me on the forehead before leaving.
The busy day went fast and I didn't see him again until quitting time.
"What a day," he groaned. "Are you ready to head out, my love? I need to get home and shower some of this dust and grit off me."
I laughed seeing him covered in dusty dirt. "You do need a shower."
We came in through the mudroom at the ranch where he promptly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it in the laundry room. He sat down and untied his work boots and his socks followed his shirt.
When he stood up, I watched the muscles ripple across his chest and down his stomach.
His jeans were slung low on his hips, a furry arrow disappeared in his pants.
"You're staring," he smiled, tucking his thumbs in the waist of his jeans. "I'm not sure if you're ready yet to see me in my shorts," he said while he unzipped his pants.
Oddly I wondered at that point if my panties should be wet at the thought of seeing Grandad in his underwear, just at the same time, he shoved them down.
My pussy tingled when I saw his body, nearly naked. He wore tight black knit briefs. The bulge in them appeared to be bigger than the supposed average-size dildo Mama used on me.
I bit my lower lips and tugged it between my teeth and I heard his low moan.
"C'mon my love, let's go up to the bedrooms and you can decide what bed you're sleeping in while I shower."
I followed him up the stairs watching his hard globes move under that thin knit. His thick bare thighs were highlighted with long muscles. His back was broad and hairless, but I did notice that he had a few sparse hairs on his chest. Not unusual for dark-skinned men.
I took the room next to his. I heard the shower start while I unpacked my clothes and stored them away.
I took the nightie out I'd brought. It was mid-thigh, a gossamer pink and so soft to wear. Not typical night apparel for staying with your Grandad, I thought.
I tossed it towards the bed, and it floated like a soft cloud.
I heard him clear his throat and looked up to see him in the doorway in a black terrycloth robe. His black hair was even more satiny when it was wet.
He tore his eyes from the bed to look at me.
"Are you hungry?" he said, his voice cracking.
"I am, yes."
We ate and sat out on the deck with a bourbon.
"I guess you're too young to drink this, but I've been giving it to you for too long to stop it now." We both laughed.
"Yeah, I'm pretty used to it and enjoy drinking with you," I admitted.
He looked at me pensively. "I don't think I could have ordered a better dau—granddaughter. You're perfect, Maralah."
I blushed in the darkness. "Thank you. I love you so much, Grandad."
"I usually get in the hot tub for a bit after a day at work, but I'm naked under this robe, and that's how I get in the tub."
"That's ok. I don't mind at all." I gulped the last of my bourbon.
I don't know where these feelings for him came from and wondered if I did a good enough job of hiding them.
He looked at me for a moment, walked to the hot tub, and dropped his robe. His ass was tight and hard. Perfect like the rest of his body. I stared, not about to look away.
He eased into the hot bubbling water.
"Ahhhhh," he moaned. "This feels so good." He tipped his head back and closed his eyes. Without looking at me, he said, "You're welcome to get in too, my love. If you'd like to that is."
The bourbon loosened me up enough that I stood up, shimmied out of my shorts and panties, and dropped them to the deck. He kept his eyes closed, but I knew he could tell what I was doing. I pulled the shirt over my head, reached behind me, and unclasped my bra.
I eased into the bubbling water, not prepared for how hot it was. I stood on the seat, knee-deep in the water.
"Ohhh," I hissed. "It is hot."
He opened his eyes and looked up. He let his eyes rake over my naked body, and I hesitated, letting him enjoy it.
He held out his hand and I took it while I submerged in the steamy water.
It was a big hot tub and I could have easily stayed on the other side, but I decided to sit on the seat next to him.
He reached behind us and turned the jets on. The pounding water moved up and down my back, then across my shoulders.
He continued to watch me, smiling.
He moved the controls again and the seat jets began to massage my ass and hips. The center jet was so close to my pussy, the vibration immediately went to my clit.
I sucked in a sharp breath because the pulsating water quickly drove me higher.
"Oh my god, Grandad," I moaned, unable to hide what was happening to me.
"Oh love, you're so sexy. You know what you do to me."
I know what you do to me, I thought.
He slipped his hand between my thighs and toyed with my pussy. I moaned out the first wave of orgasm. I hadn't even come down before the next one started.
I needed to hold onto something and grab his shoulder. He turned and straddled me and I was able to wrap my arms around him. I was so turned on, I ran my hands up and down his back, down over his hard ass, down his thighs.
I couldn't get enough of him.
He stood up, pulled me up, and out of the tub. He wrapped me in his black robe and led me to his bedroom.
He spread me out on his soft sheets and took a moment to look at me.
"Just like your Mama." He raked his eyes over my body again and I parted my thighs.
I knew it was time for me to feel him inside me. I was ready. Mama had prepared me for this moment. Whether she knew it would be his cock or not, I didn't know.
His cock hung thick and heavy between his thighs. It throbbed when I looked at it.
"I need you," I said simply.
He dropped between my spread thighs. Neither of us needed any more foreplay. Our times in his recliner, and just now in the hot tub. No more teasing.
I reached down and held his cock. He groaned when I touched him and held the head against my pussy. He slid in, slowly but deeply.
I wailed and he groaned a long low guttural sound when he stretched my canal to fit his girth. My tightness on his cock, his cock stretching my cunt.
He dropped onto his elbows, and we kissed. I rose to meet him as he thrust in with long deep strokes.
I raked my nails down his back to his ass and dug in, pulling him deeper.
"Oh god yeah, Maralah. What you do to me," he said, his voice gravelly.
His tongue swept my mouth, mine in his. Tasting. Taking. Needing more.
I knew right then that I'd never get enough of this man. I didn't care that he was my Grandad. He was a man that was taking me to new heights of pleasure, and I knew I was pleasuring him the same.
Suddenly he grunted, shouted, drove deep, and filled me with his hot seed. That action took me over the edge, I arched, my cunt pulsing around his erupting cock.
His head was on my chest, his tongue playing with my nipples until his cock softened and left me.
He rolled to his back, pulling me to his side.
I lay next to him as I do in his recliner. My thigh over him, my hand splayed on his chest, my lips on his neck. His arm was around me, his hand cupping my tit.
Our chests were still heaving.
"Damn," he groaned.
"You liked?" I nipped his jaw.
"You're going to fuck me dry aren't you, my love?"
"I hope so!"
I woke him up a few hours later, under the covers with his cock in my mouth. I swallowed all his seeds while I tugged on his big balls.
The next morning, I woke up to him between my thighs. His tongue brought me to another body-shuddering orgasm. Again, and again.
"We have to get to work," he said.
I laughed. "Slave driver."
"Yes, I am your slave. Your sex slave."
Esadowa
I knew Tama had prepared her for me. She described in detail, knowing that while I listened on the phone, I was stroking my cock.
"She is a twin of you," I said.
"Yes, she is. She's beautiful Daddy. I think she's even more passionate and lusty than me."
"I need to thank you, lover. It has been a while since I've enjoyed your gorgeous body. I'm so ready for Paytah to get here. To complete us."
"I am too, Daddy. I've missed him so much," she said,
