This story has only marginally incestuous themes although it involves a naked voyeuristic grandfather and his bi-sexual granddaughter in the same bed.
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When 68 year old Edgar Whitney went over to put in his daughter's storm windows for the winter, he thought he was going just to do his daughter a favor. After Anne's husband took off for greener pastures a couple years ago and pretty much disappeared from his wife and daughter's lives save the occasional support check, Edgar had tried to help out around the house whenever he could.
Since Edgar was now a widower and retired he had a lot of time on his hands, and since he lived just across town and liked to do the household things that his hard-working daughter lacked the time and skills to do, he never said no.
Besides, Edgar Whitney had a soft spot in his heart for his granddaughter Christie, an adorable little butterball who had just graduated from high school. In candid conversations with a friend named John, a fellow senior citizen who had actually done to his own what Edgar only fantasized about, Edgar had confessed about how he felt about his granddaughter Christie.
"She's so cute and shy," Edgar had related. "She's just like her mother was when she was 18 only a little bit more so. Christie's Mom was a busty thing too, but Christie's even bustier. She's a little plump but those 30 or so pounds are mostly in the right places."
"You told me you always regretted not fucking your daughter Anne back in the day when she used to flirt with you," Edgar's lecherous friend John had reminded him in referencing past chats.
"And Christie's the same way but not as obvious," Edgar explained. "She's caught me looking at her quite a few times, and one time I was down in their laundry room changing the dryer hose and I got distracted by one of her bras in the laundry basket. Picked it up and was looking at the size tag. Boy was I embarrassed!"
"What did you do?" Edgar's friend asked.
"I asked her if this was hers or her Mom's?" Edgar chuckled. "She was blushing but she looks at it and then says it was hers. I looked at those cups that were so big you could carry footballs in them, let out a low whistle and told her that she was even bigger than her Mom was."
"What size bra does your Christie wear?"
"38 but she's a double D cup. Her Mom was a 38 too but only a single D."
"Only? Damn, those gals have racks on them! And you tell me you're not even going to try to do her?"
"I'm too old now. My doing days are over, but I still like to look."
"You don't get hard anymore?"
"Sure, from time to time but I don't know if I could actually do it," Edgar confessed. "I'm her grandfather."
"That's what I always thought about my granddaughters, but then I said that somebody is sure as hell going to fuck these little piglets so it might as well be me."
"I suppose," Edgar mused, but he knew that he wasn't like that. He did like to look though.
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"Pot," Edgar mumbled to himself after unlocking the back door and letting himself in the house, and while it had been decades since he himself had smoked it himself he remembered the smell and from the way the TV was blasting down the hall Edgar deduced it was his granddaughter lounging around.
Edgar tiptoed down the hall, hoping that perhaps Christie was wearing something sexy. He didn't feel guilty because her mother knew he was coming by and he himself had even left a message on the answering machine to tell Christie he was coming.
Bra and panties would be nice, Edgar mused as he got closer, wincing at the vulgarities of the TV show or movie Christie was watching. Christie wearing that bra he had only seen unoccupied by flesh would make his dick hard for a week he well knew, and just thinking of the prospect had his dick twitching.
Edgar got to the doorway, and when he peeked around the corner he was reassured that the doctor had been correct last month when he told him that his heart was back in good shape, because if he didn't have a stroke when he looked in Christie's bedroom he never would.
It wasn't the TV providing the sounds he had heard, and it wasn't Christie moaning and talking dirty either although she was definitely in the room even if the old man couldn't see her face. It had to be Christie on the bed on her knees, naked with her plump and firm-looking ass facing the door, and she wasn't alone because there were skinny legs and little feet in the air over her round shoulders.
Edgar had no idea who it was although the voice imploring his granddaughter to, "Eat that pussy babe!" was feminine and there were strands of blonde hair up near the headboard of the bed.
"Damn," Edgar muttered under his breath as he gawked at the erotic scene. "Christie likes girls."
A lot more than liked them too, Edgar deduced judging by the sloppy sounds his granddaughter was making as she buried her face between the prone girl's legs, and he wanted to move so he could see more but didn't dare so he stayed put.
Christie had a nice big ass, Edgar observed although that wasn't news because she was a big girl, but while her butt was full it looked firm and the skin was creamy smooth.
The crack of her ass was dark. Was that a shadow or was it hair? Edgar kind of hoped it was hair, since he was a child of 60's when fur on females wasn't forbidden, and the more he looked at the crevice between his granddaughter's buttocks the more he convinced himself that he was right.
Christie had a bush that obviously didn't stop at her pussy, and she got that from her mother's genes because she had been a furry thing too. Edgar had gotten a hint of that hairy possibility when he saw Christie in the backyard sunning herself last summer.
She had a bathing suit on that day, but unfortunately was wearing a terrycloth wrap over it as she reclined in the chaise, but she had her hands behind her neck as she dozed behind the sunglasses so Edgar had gotten a long and close-up look at her exposed armpits.
They were shaved, which was not unexpected, but Edgar had enjoying seeing how the large hollows of her armpits were coated at noon with a 5 o'clock shadow so dense that it made the otherwise lily white skin look almost black.
Like being in a helicopter looking down at the million man march, Edgar recalled fondly, although that view was a heck of a lot more enjoyable than doing that other reconnaissance would have been. On the rollicking bed Christie's head wiggled and the slobbering sounds almost drowned out whatever that sweet thing his granddaughter was going down on was yelping about in such a vulgar manner.
Edgar recalled that Christie had a friend who was blonde that he had seen at her graduation party, a tiny little lady who looked a lot like Peter Pan. Was that her moaning and howling as her little feet kicked in the air? How badly he wanted to see.
"Oh shit. Company!"
Edgar froze, having been so intent on looking at his granddaughter's furry ass crack that he hadn't noticed the blonde had squirmed around so she could see over Christie's shoulder, and her announcement had his granddaughter squealing in terror and scrambling to get under the sheet.
Christie's friend was not so shy and just worked herself into a sitting position on the bed with her hands on her ankles, seeming to enjoy the intrusion with a pixie-like smile.
"I'm sorry honey," Edgar said with as much sincerity as he could manage while trying not to look at the two. "I called and told you I was coming over."
"Crap. I never check the machine," came the voice from under the sheet.
"I just heard the noises and I came down here because I thought it was the TV on and you were awake," Edgar said. "I wasn't expecting..."
"I wish you came a little later because I was on the verge of cumming," the blonde said in a far from nonplussed manner. "I remember you from the party. I'm Jo Ann."
