2 comments/ 61860 views/ 10 favorites The Things You Do For Family! Ch. 01 By: foldedpaper Having 20 grand in her account gave Jen just the lift she needed. She could face the start of her college life with the confidence that her finances were covered. And as to the moral issues of what she had done to earn the money, she checked those at the door -- she could have ended up with some real creeps -- at least she knew her uncle and, whilst he certainly was a dirty old man, he moved in good company -- the villa where she'd been introduced to the joys of both incest and older men was worth a fortune and it was obvious Bob lived that kind of high rolling life. Even if she had whored herself for a couple of weeks, she'd had a great time, lived the glamorous life, been treated like a princess and come away with a really handy nest egg. Most of her friends from high school had come back from their Spring Breaks broke and emotionally damaged by the casual relationships they had been through whilst away. None had come home with a designer wardrobe and 20gs, that's for sure. Determined not to waste the money her risqué behaviour had earned her, Jen took a small apartment on campus and lived a fairly quiet life, concentrating on her studies and not living the wild life of many of her college compatriots. Most seemed determined to blow whatever money they had on drinking, drugs and partying hard, relying on Mommy and Daddy to pay the bills at the end of each semester. Many evenings Jen passed the bars nearest to the University and was wolf-whistled by the young guys hanging out there. Strangely, despite having had a few boyfriends in her last couple of years at High School, Jen was rarely tempted by the buff young jocks who lounged in the chairs outside or blocked the sidewalk, determined to hit on her as she passed. Jen soon gained a reputation for being a bit aloof, passing them by with a slight smile on her face. If only they knew what she was thinking -- often replaying the images of the two older men naked and hard for her in the luxurious surroundings of the French villa... Still, she was an attractive young woman with a healthy sex drive and she spent a few evenings spread eagled on her single bed, lazily stroking her body to a quivering orgasm as she revisited the details of her time away... remembering the heat of the two old men's spunk as it splashed onto her breasts, the look of amazement on Bob's face when she first deep throated his cock and just how hot she had felt when both of them walked into the room naked and erect at the same time. No, they weren't the toned, cut guys in her class, but they sure knew how to treat a girl and how to make her feel good. The Things You Do For Family! Ch. 01 At that moment, Jen caught a movement out of the corner of her eye. Marc had taken a small digital camera from his pocket and was kneeling a couple of feet from the carnal scene. "May I?" he asked. "God, yes! I just want a hard cock in me, now!" Jen replied. There was a brief pause whilst Marc took a few pictures of her spread open sex and Grant's erection, its base shrouded in crisp sandy curls. Grant moved closer, until Jen could feel the heat of his arousal against the lips of her pussy. He briefly rubbed the head of his erection along the length of her slit then slipped it between her lips and all the way into her pussy. "Whew!" The air was driven out of Jen's lungs as his weight pressed onto her body. Grant did as he had been asked and immediately started thrusting the full length of his shaft in and out of Jen's tight hole. "Yes, that's it, fuck me hard!" Jen grunted as the violent fucking continued. Grant was working up a real head of steam, sweat dripping from his brow and chest and landing on the soft skin of Jen's breasts. "Oh God, yes, Oh yes, fuck, that feels good!" Jen moaned. Grant grunted himself, then moved to place Jen's legs over his shoulders. He leant forward and really went hell for leather, his cock pistoning in and out of what was now a very wet pussy. Marc now moved again, positioning himself between Marc's legs to get a close up picture of Jen's cunt as his friend hammered his cock in and out of it. What a view. Marc hastily put the camera aside, unzipped his jeans and took out his erect cock. Never taking his eyes of the sight before him, he started to jerk off, pulling his foreskin back to expose his cockhead to the fresh air. Soon Marc's hand was moving in time with the now slower thrusts of Grant's cock in Jen. Marc was fascinated to watch as his friend's balls started to tighten as his orgasm approached. With a last thrust, Grant's cock erupted inside Jen. Marc was still between their legs as Grant rolled over to one side, leaving Marc with a perfect view of Jen's gaping pussy, now oozing with Grant's spunk. Jen started to put her legs down, then glanced at Marc and realised what he was doing. "Go on then, come all over my freshly fucked cunt! Can you see where your friend was deep inside me? I want to feel you come on me!" Jen reached down between her legs and stretched her lips apart, allowing Marc a perfect view of the spunk filled entrance to her vagina before slipping a finger inside and scooping some of Grant's cum out. Looking at Marc, who by now was close to coming himself, she raised her finger to her lips and licked the juices from it. With a loud groan, Marc reached his peak and shot a series of large blobs of cum onto her exposed pussy, belly and breasts. "Wow guys! That was pretty hot! Do you often get it on together like that?" Jen had really enjoyed the two of them being so natural together with her -- they must have this down to a fine art! Grant laughed as he rolled onto his elbows next to her. "No -- we've never done anything quite like this before -- not like this!" they both laughed as they looked down at Jen's naked body, splashed with Marc's spunk. For a moment Jen thought they were going to just up and leave her naked and cum splattered in the park, but then Grant picked up his boxers and gently wiped the pools of white fluid from where they had gathered. Jen swiftly rose to her knees, kissed each of the guys' cocks and slipped her dress over her head. "Well, that was great, guys! I might pop in again, if you are ever interested!" She laughed as she put her shoes back on. The guys were still dressing as she left, taking a short cut back to the apartment block, her dress clinging to her body, particularly where there were still vestiges of the cum and sweat she'd so recently been bathed in. The Things You Do For Family! Ch. 02 Jen let herself into her apartment, glad she'd not bumped into any of the neighbours. Having looked at herself in the mirror, it was pretty obvious what she'd been up to -- her nipples stood out boldly through her dress material, her hair was a mess, with a few bits of dried grass in it, her lipstick was smeared and as she breathed in there was a the unmistakeable scent of sex still clinging to her skin. It was even a struggle taking the dress off unaided -- it was sticking to the small of her back, where she had been sweating during her exertions, along with random spots on her side and chest where the brief wipe down Grant had provided had missed the odd spot of cum. Dropping her dress on in the laundry basket, Jen again looked at herself in the mirror. There was still a flush of arousal over most of her body, but she felt something was missing. Jen lay herself down on her bed and thought of the fun she'd just had. Yes, it had been a pleasant interlude and had scratched that sexual itch, but only so far. Despite the attention of two hot, virile young men, Jen hadn't had an orgasm -- it had all been over too quickly. Sure, she'd deliberately asked for no foreplay, but she still felt unfulfilled. Alone on her bed, Jen's hand ran down her smooth belly until it encountered the edge of her trimmed pubes. There was still a residue of sticky cum there, probably from Marc's orgasm. Her fingers moved slightly further south, gently starting to stroke the slick, soft lips of her pussy, still tender form the fucking they had just received and slippery with the mixture of her juices and the guys' cum. As her arousal grew, Jen slipped first one, then two and eventually three fingers inside her vagina, thrusting in and out furiously, her fingers covered with cum and pussy juice up to her knuckles as she rubbed her clit with her other hand. God it felt good, yet her mind wasn't on the more recent encounter she'd had but with memories of Bob and her uncle and just how good they had made her feel. Whilst Grant and Marc had certainly been in better shape, they'd not made her feel so good. After a couple more minutes of this Jen felt her orgasm start the slow journey from her toes towards her groin. Gathering pace and size, the wave swept through her, her skin getting goosebumps all over, her nipples turning rock hard as it hit. THAT was what she was missing, but as she came down from her orgasm she suddenly began to worry about the forthcoming trip. At least her grandpa had always behaved himself -- he'd never made a pass at either Jen or any of her friends, unlike Uncle Rick, who she had often caught trying to look down her top or up the skirts of her girl friends from school. Yet Bob had forced the issue last time. Surely he'd accept her word for it that she and grandpa were an item -- after all, she'd proved to be as good as her word on the first trip. Still pondering the prospect of seeing Bob again, Jen drifted off into a relaxing sleep. ********** Ten days later Jen and her Grandpa met up at the airport. Jen's designer luggage looked the part as she approached the executive/First Class check-in, even if Grandpa's battered old Samsonite looked like it had seen better days. Still, Jen reflected, he'll pass for an eccentric! The two of them took their seats in the leather clad luxury of the upstairs of the 747, accepted a glass of champagne and settled down for the flight. After a couple of hours adjusting to the constant service, both Jen and Grandpa were a little tipsy. Jen reckoned it was about the right time to broach the overall scheme she had devised. "Grandpa, I need to explain how this is going to work." Jen accepted another glass of Rioja, drew a deep breath and started to explain. "We are going to stay with a really rich guy I met last time I was in Europe." Jen omitted the details of how she met Bob -- it somehow didn't seem important and might well have changed the mood a bit, and not for the better. "He likes to gamble, so I have bet that he won't believe how old my latest partner is. So for the next week we are a couple as far as Bob is concerned. Ok?" Jen's grandfather looked concerned. "Not in all ways, I trust! I can't accept that!" "No, but we have to give the impression that we are in a full relationship. Behind closed doors we'll obviously be just the same as always." Jen reassured him. The rest of the flight was uneventful. Jen reclined her seat to the horizontal and slept for a few hours as the plane crossed the Atlantic. Grandpa sat, lost deep in thought, thinking about the implications of his recent conversation. He glanced at the sleeping form next to him, then looked quickly away. Jen's blouse had slipped, exposing the top of her bra and some of her right breast to his gaze. Having checked no-one else was around he adjusted his seat and looked again. Even in the dim cabin lighting, he could see the edge of Jen's areola, her nipple just encased by the lacy edge of her bra. He felt a stirring in his groin as he looked down. Jen had always been his favourite granddaughter, if he was honest because she looked the best as she grew up. He'd often stolen little glances at her as she'd blossomed into womanhood, but would never have behaved inappropriately. He wished his daughter had believed him when she'd come home early one evening when he was still trusted with baby-sitting to find him with a pair of Jen's panties in his hands. He'd genuinely been loading the washer and had found a pair of panties on the floor as he returned from taking the washing into the cellar. Despite his protests, the relationship with his daughter had never recovered and he was rarely allowed to visit. Now, looking at her sleeping figure, he realised just what a beauty she had grown into. Just how lucky had the young guys she'd dated been? He thought. Jen stirred in her sleep, breaking his reverie. He adjusted his own seat and tried to sleep, eventually dozing off about three hours out from Paris. ******** As the two passed from customs a smartly dressed gentleman with a board reading "Hollins" stepped forward to escort them to a waiting Mercedes. Bob had laid on transfers to the TGV train that would take them south to the Riviera. Skilfully negotiating the Paris traffic they arrived at the station, where once again they were escorted towards the executive suite. Jen was reminded of her last trip and accustomed herself to the luxury quickly, but Grandpa was a little overawed by the whole thing. Their driver handed Jen an envelope, which contained the tickets for their train journey to the south. Waving goodbye, Jen and her partner followed the porter to the train and took their seats, first class, of course! Jen tried to settle as the train sped ever southwards. She was sure she could pull this off -- Bob knew she'd slept with Uncle Rick -- Christ, he'd watched them at it and even joined in, so surely he'd trust her word that grandpa was her new partner. She turned the grey haired figure next to her, "Gramps, I have to call you something else for the next week -- Bob has already joked that this isn't a holiday for my grandfather, so I need to know what to call you... What did Grandma call you?" "Well, she rarely called me by name. After a while you use endearments only. As you know, I'm Albert, but Bert would be fine... although it will seem a bit strange!" "It'll be fine, gramp... I mean Bert!" Jen's eyes twinkled with amusement. I must remember this, she said to herself. One slip and not only would she not win the bet, but Gramps would lose his house and, worst of all, she'd have to be a sex slave for Bob for a week... The two of them sat quietly for the bulk of the journey, admiring the countryside as it flew past the window, gradually changing colour from the lush green of the north to the brown, dry colours of the parched south. ******** Arriving at their destination, the couple were again greeted by a uniformed chauffeur -- this time driving an Audi A8. The brief blast of sunshine and dry heat hit them before they sank into the cream leather interior and air conditioning of its interior. Bert settled into his seat and looked around. This was ok, he thought, at least it was a break from the drudgery of home and the constant worry about keeping the roof over his head. The car swept up a gravel driveway to a beautiful villa with palm trees lining the drive, a beautiful green lawn and brightly coloured flowers in perfectly tended beds framing the entrance. The electric gates swung closed silently behind the car as they drew up at the foot of the marble the steps leading up to the front door. A uniformed man stepped out of the shade of the porch and opened Jen's door before escorting the new arrivals into the house. Indoors, they were greeted by the cool, marble floored simplicity of a high ceilinged hallway with a sweeping staircase up to the landing above. They were also greeted by Bob, who stepped forward from one of the doorways off to the side of the hall. Dressed smartly and elegantly, he kissed Jen on both cheeks in the French tradition before shaking Bert's hand and greeting them both. "I had a little luck on a couple of investments, so moved to this place from the last one you visited, Jen, dear. What do you think?" he asked as his guests took in the opulent surroundings in which they found themselves. "It's pretty impressive! Bert and I are really grateful for you putting us up for a week. It's very kind of you." Jen replied. Bob waved away her thanks with a gesture, "You must be tired after your journey, join me for a drink. Your cases will be upstairs in a moment. I've given you the guest suite, which I hope will be to your liking." The two of them followed their host into a beautifully furnished drawing room where they sipped ice cold gin and tonics whilst admiring the view from the open French doors over the terraced garden to the beach and harbour beyond. Bob turned to them and spoke "Well, at least part of your story is true, Jen. You are here with an older man -- even older than Rick. But I still cannot believe you are really a couple -- you could be grandfather and granddaughter for all I know!" Bert turned pale at this, but Bob's eyes were firmly fixed on Jen's face. She barely batted an eyelid as she turned to look at her grandfather, who had more or less recovered his poise. "I'm rather insulted that you think I'd have a relationship with my own grandfather!" Jen retorted."What kind of dodgy tart do you think I am?" Bert for his part also chipped in "And that I'd sleep with my granddaughter -- that's sick!" Bob laughed easily "For 25 grand, people will do some pretty extreme things! With your years of life experience you should know that, old timer!" Jen defended Bert instinctively "You lay off him, he may be old but he's mine -- you need to treat him with respect!" So saying she stood closer to her grandfather, putting a protective arm around him and holding him close. Bert in turn put his arm around her waist, pulling her even closer to him. Bob tapped his teeth thoughtfully with the arm of his shades as he looked at the two of them: he solidly built but past his prime, she slender, young, beautiful. There was little in common, certainly not enough for anyone to see any family resemblance. "We shall see, we shall see." A clock gently chimed from the mantelpiece. Bob glanced at the time. "Dinner will be served at 7 for 7.30. So if you'd like to get yourselves ready....Your room is the first door on the left as you reach the top of the stairs. Please make yourselves at home..." Bert and Jen placed their glasses on the coffee table and left, arm in arm, watched thoughtfully by Bob who turned to look again at the garden and the turquoise sea beyond. ******** Upstairs, Jen and Bert entered the suite allocated to them. The entrance hall was equipped with a beautiful wardrobe, in which their coats had already been hung. Ahead was a door, ajar, leading to the lounge. Again stunningly furnished, there were sofas, chairs and a low coffee table, plus a huge LCD flat screen TV on the far wall. Another wooden door led off the lounge into the master bedroom. A huge king size bed dominated the room, although the room was large enough to carry it off. Two additional doors led from the room. Through one Jen glimpsed the shiny tiling of a bathroom -- the other led onto a second, smaller bedroom. The luggage from the car had already been brought to the room and Jen noticed that much of it had already been emptied and put away. She pushed open the bathroom door to see her toiletries, and those of her partner, neatly put away on the glass shelves over the his'n'hers hand basins. It seemed strange seeing her underwear in a drawer, too. Who was it that had taken the selection of thongs and G-strings from her bag and put them away? Had they been taking notes for Bob? Who knew. Bert looked a little confused when he found his case empty. "Where the hell's my clothes?" he asked grumpily. Jen smiled at him."I told you this was a high class trip, Gr, Bert! One of Bob's staff will have put it all away for you." Bert huffed away to look in his chest of drawers and wardrobe, before choosing a smart but worn 2 piece suit and a linen shirt. He looked ok for an old guy, Jen thought. As all her clothes were in the room, Jen decided that for now at least, she would live the pretence. "Erm, Bert, would you give me a minute to get changed -- I need to chose what to wear for dinner." Her grandfather paused for a moment "Sure honey. You go ahead. I'll watch some TV." ******** He left the room, pulling the door almost closed behind him. Jen was busy deciding on her outfit, and if his experience of women over the years was anything to go on, it would take a while. Bert settled down on the sofa and found the remote for the TV. Eventually mastering the controls, he idly flicked through the channels. Naturally the majority were in French, some showing badly dubbed content with ridiculous lip synch, and nothing much caught his attention. In the background he heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. There was golf on one of the Euro sport channels, which held his interest for a few minutes, but he carried on scrolling upwards, until he stopped short. On the screen was a pair of fabulous breasts -- large, firm and very definitely naked! As if that weren't enough, an enormous cock was being rubbed against them. On the huge screen it was like being in a porn cinema -- everything on the screen was not only in exquisite detail but two or three times life size! Bert's cock stirred in his pants and he shifted uncomfortably on the sofa. He glanced up at the door to the bedroom, worried how Jen would react to his evident enjoyment of the porn showing on the screen. From his position on the sofa, the gap between the door and doorframe just allowed a view into the room, but particularly from that angle, he could see the reflection of most of the room in one of the full length mirrors in the bedroom. On the screen the hard cock was now being vigorously sucked and rubbed by the actress. Fortunately the audio levels were low, so the groaning and panting could hardly be heard beyond the sofa. Bert's head flipped from the image on screen to the temptation of the mirror across the room. A flash of movement caught his eye and he realised he could see Jen as she tried on various pairs of shoes. She was facing away from the mirror, so Bert's view was of her pert buttocks and the tiny white string of her thong vanishing between them. Bert moved to make himself more comfortable, flicking the "home" and "off" buttons on the remote before he did so. If Jen or anyone else came in, he wanted to be able to switch the TV on in a moment, and not back to the porn channels, either! This took but a second, and he returned his concentration to the view of the room next door. Jen was now stood, apparently completely naked, with her back still to the mirror, her youthful skin glowing with health as she stood with her weight on one leg as she tried to decide what to wear. Bert's cock was now getting as hard as he could remember it being in years. Christ, she looked sexy as he watched her. To his delight, Jen turned first on way then the other as she held up a dress against her body. As she turned, Bert caught a brief glimpse of her breasts, nipples erect from her recent shower. He groaned, wishing there were some way he could either get himself off in just a couple of minutes or, more likely, maybe grab an occasional look at his sexy granddaughter during the few days ahead. He suddenly realised that he was just sitting, his hand rubbing his growing erection, gazing lustfully through the door of the bedroom. Jen was no longer in sight, so with a guilty start he spun round and fired up the TV again. On screen was a badly dubbed version of Water World -- Christ , it was lame in American, but even less good when dubbed into French! Not a moment too soon, as within seconds the door swung open and Jen stood there, dressed in an elegant midnight blue dress. She twirled briefly and curtsied towards him. She looked radiant, tiny diamond drop ear rings and a simple elegant pendant sparkling in the summer sunlight that streamed through the window. Bert would have stood, but didn't want Jen to notice the bulge in his trousers. Instead he bowed in a seated position and lightly applauded her."Bravo, my dear. You look beautiful" "Well thank you. You look good, too -- although we might have to go shopping later this week to update your wardrobe!" Bert looked a little sheepish, but the sight of his granddaughter looking so good soon over ruled his embarrassment. "Shall we go down for dinner, then?" he asked, standing now and offering Jen his arm. ******** The two made their way sedately to the top of the stairs, then promenaded down to the hallway below, where a beautifully presented waitress awaited with a tray of glistening champagne glasses. They each took one and entered through another doorway to the elegant dining room beyond. Bob turned from the window and looked the pair up and down. Bert was more or less dismissed with a look; his attention was almost exclusively reserved for Jen. "Wow, you do look beautiful, Jen. I'd forgotten just how good you look" Bob again kissed her on both cheeks, murmuring as he did so"with your clothes on!" Jen blushed and made her way back to Bert, who still looked a little overawed by the whole situation. She held onto his arm and looked up at him, trying to help his confidence with her whole dependent manner. Bob looked on, still unsure of how much of this show he believed. At a gesture the waitress made her rounds, topping up the frosted champagne glasses held by his guests. It would be interesting to see if anyone's guard slipped after a few more drinks, he thought. Conversation flowed back and forth comfortably as they took their places for the meal. The first course, a terrine of pork and duck, was delightfully light and tasty, and Bob's choice of red wine complemented it perfectly. "So Jen, how did you and Bert end up together?" Bob enquired. "Bert used to baby sit me when I was a kid. Mum always kept in touch, and once you and Rick had shown me just how good life can be with a more mature partner, I realised I'd always fancied him, just not realised it."At least some of that was true, Jen reflected. "Bert, you must have thought all your Christmases had come at once! How the hell do you first broach the idea of being an item to a girl over 50 years younger than you?" Bert looked uncomfortable and swallowed a couple of times before answering. "Well, it was kinda difficult, but once Jen made it clear that she really did want to get to know me better, I invited her out for a meal one night. Jen told her mother that she would be going to see a movie with a friend but snuck out to see me." The Things You Do For Family! Ch. 02 Jen chipped in "He was such a gent and still is, as you can see. We had a lovely evening, but I wanted more than just a nice meal and a couple of glasses of wine. Poor Bert couldn't believe it when I slipped my hand into his lap under the table!" Bob looked unconvinced, saying "Yeah, right. Nice story, but I still don't see what you can offer a hot babe like her." Bert drained another glass of wine as he started on his main course, fillet steak with Roquefort sauce. "You're no spring chicken yourself, with respect, Bob. Yet I bet you'd like a piece of her, given the chance, wouldn't you? And you'd still deliver the goods!" Bob looked a little confused and caught Jen's eye. She gave him a pointed look and a slight shake of the head. Bob grinned and looked away for a moment as the penny dropped. Bert didn't know what had happened on the previous trip. The rich food and generous supply of wine was starting to make Bert a little braver. He and Jen had been sat opposite each other, their host taking the seat at the head of the table. Bert went to pick up his knife from his side plate and knocked it to the floor. Before one of the serving staff had time to pick it up, Bert slipped off his chair to pick it up. He glanced across towards Jen but her dress was too long for him to see any more of her legs than he had done on the way down to the room. Disappointed, he sat up again. Bob decided to push the limits a little. "So Bert, is she good in the sack?" Bert nearly choked on his dessert wine "I beg your pardon! What sort of a question is that?" "I just wondered! I bet she's great -- those lovely firm tits, great legs and a real sexy ass! You're a lucky guy!" Bert remembered his role in this fiction, prompted by a look from Jen. "Sure, she's hot! Best of all is her mouth. That wrapped round your cock is something else!" Bob caught Jen's eye "I can imagine!" "Hey guys, I'm not deaf you know. Please don't ignore me like that -- I expect better behaviour, especially from you Bert!" Both guys had the good grace to look a little embarrassed. "Sorry, love!" Bert apologised for both of them. "Port, anyone?" Bob returned to the table bearing the bottle. Both Jen and Bert had sizeable measures, Bert's accompanied by a Cuban cigar courtesy of Bob. Jen and Bert stood, arms around each others' waists, looking out at the evening twilight reflected in the Mediterranean Sea. Bob broke into their silence, "I'm sure you two have plenty to get on with -- I'm going to do some work, but I will see you in the morning. Breakfast around 9 by the pool? The weather forecast is good." Jen and Bert bade their host goodnight and made their way upstairs, admittedly a little unsteadily. Letting themselves into their room, Jen stretched voluptuously as she made her way to the sofa, where she kicked off her shows before curling up, her legs tucked under her. ******** Bert left her alone as he went to the toilet. It wasn't until he was walking back into the room that he realised that Jen had found the same channel he had stumbled on earlier, only now it showed three guys and one girl sat on her haunches sucking their cocks in turn. Bert coughed discreetly as he entered the room. Jen looked up, seemingly unconcerned at being caught looking at porn on the TV. "Hi Bert! This is on a normal TV channel here -- not even a pay one! Hot huh?" Bert looked over at the TV and watched as each guy in turn shot their load over the naked figure. "Yes, it's pretty hot! But then again, so are you!" Jen blushed and dropped her head. "You can't say that to me!" she whispered "I am your granddaughter, after all!" Bert laughed. "That's true, but you are hot, and let's face it, we are meant to be a couple!" Jen looked up sharply. Surely he wasn't hitting on her -- they were only here because she wanted to help him out of his financial problems, she didn't want to think about him getting the hots for her. "Well, I'm off to bed now" Jen said, deciding she'd take the initiative with the sleeping arrangements."You can sit and watch porn if you like!" and she flounced out of the room, calling over her shoulder, "the second room is all set up for you." Bert sat down on the sofa, again looking at the screen before him. He was treated to a close up of a pussy, spread wide open as a large black cock slid in and out of the owner's asshole. They sure pulled no punches with their porn in Europe, he thought. He'd often wondered what it would be like to be balls deep in a woman's ass -- it had been the one thing his wife had never allowed, and nor had any of the good girls he'd been with in his youth. Oh well. He reflected, he wasn't going to miss it now -- you can't miss what you never had. And he wasn't likely to get it anywhere else at his age. He watched for a while, but the show on the TV really wasn't getting him going the way it had earlier. Bedtime, he thought ruefully. To get to his room he had to pass through the master suite. With the lights from the lounge still on he could make out the sleeping shape of Jen beneath the covers. How Bert wished he could be there. He stood looking down at her outline -- dark hair spread on the pillows and sensuous curves under the sheets. Some guy was going to be mighty lucky if they ended up with her, even for just one night. He tiptoed off to his bed, settling down to sleep replaying the stolen glimpse he'd had of Jen's naked body earlier that evening. I'll be tossing and turning in more ways than one, he thought, as he dozed off. ******** The next morning came, bright blue skies and warm sunshine heralding another glorious Mediterranean day. Bert stretched in his queen size bed, luxuriating in the Egyptian cotton sheets and comfortable mattress. From behind the connecting door came the sound of the shower running. For a few moments he forgot where he was. He certainly didn't remember the end of the previous evening -- all the wine and other drinks had given him a slightly fuzzy head. He needed breakfast. Slipping naked from his bed he grabbed the robe from the back of the door and stepped into Jen's room. Her covers were turned back untidily, showing the impression of her body on the crisp linen. Bert stepped forward slowly and touched the dent in the bed. It was still warm from her sleeping body. He glanced down as he felt his cock twitch in response, hoping it wasn't too obvious under the light white towelling that covered his body. He turned away to see Jen watching him from the bathroom door. He started guiltily, wondering how long he had been under scrutiny. "Sorry love, I was just checking if your mattress was as firm as mine..." he mumbled. Jen carried on looking at him for a few seconds -- assessing his behaviour, his excuse and, briefly, his physique. For a seriously old man he was in ok shape. Where the V of his robe came together the grey fuzz of his chest hair was visible, with the typical male breasts of a man past the peak of his physical prowess showing beneath his bathrobe. In return, Bert looked Jen up and down. She had a towel wrapped around her head and also wore a white robe, similar to his own. Her robe did little to disguise the womanly curves of her body from him. Despite his hangover, Bert was feeling pretty horny -- the porn on the TV, added to his illicit peeking had left him with what he remembered he and his friends calling PDHS -- Post Drink Hardon Syndrome. Before the evidence of his state became too apparent, he spoke. "I'll just grab a shower, then. If you've finished in there?" he nodded towards the bathroom. Jen laughed, "There's a separate bathroom on the other side of your room Bert. You can use that!" "If I'm meant to be your partner, using separate bathrooms seems a bit odd." Bert countered, moving towards the bathroom door. Jen grudgingly moved out the way, giving Bert an old-fashioned look as he passed. ******** He closed the door, dropped his robe and stepped towards the shower, glancing at his reflection in mirror as he did so. Not bad for 72, he thought, noticing as he did so that his cock was still half hard, pointing towards his feet still, but thicker and heavier looking than usual. He grasped it in his hand, pulling back his foreskin to reveal the purple, mushroom shaped head. He remembered his comment about Jen's cocksucking skills during dinner the night before and flushed slightly with embarrassment. How he'd love to find out of that were true. She certainly had that tempting pout and the luscious lips of a great fellator! His cock had started to really respond to the idle masturbating he'd begun and he toyed with the idea of beating off before going down to breakfast but, on reflection decided against it -- his hangover was bad enough without adding to his blood pressure by having an orgasm. Added to that, he'd need more time to recover than when he was younger, so he wanted to try to keep the memories of his "partner" for later reference. He washed himself thoroughly, paying particular attention to his groin and ass, laughing ironically to himself -- who the hell would ever notice whether he was clean there or not? Once clean and dry he returned to the main bedroom, noting that Jen was nowhere to be seen. He glanced briefly at the selection of underwear still on the bed. Underwear? He thought, string, more like! Dressed in chinos and a short sleeved shirt, he stepped through the double doors onto the balcony where Jen was admiring the view over the town roofscape and distant blue green hills. Jen was leaning on the balustrade, wearing a simple white sundress that emphasised the golden colour of her skin. The dress dropped to the dimpled fold behind her knee as she stood with one white sandal dangling from her toe as the stood dreamily enjoying the morning sun. Bert coughed gently and Jen turned with a smile. Her shades hid her eyes, but the radiance of her smile made him feel a whole lot better, and younger! ******** The two of them stepped by mutual accord down to the terrace below. On the previous evening they'd not noticed the large, kidney shaped pool below the terrace outside the dining room. Next to it, a breakfast spread had been laid out on a delicate wrought iron table. A pale blue umbrella shaded the table and three chairs that surrounded it. As if on cue, Bob strolled around the corner, casually dressed in shorts and a light yellow shirt. He looked every inch the debonair European millionaire, from his hand stitched deck shoes to the perfectly coiffure iron grey hair on his head, via the Rolex on his wrist and the Aviators that shielded his eyes from the bright sunlight. The three of them sat down to a light breakfast of fresh orange juice and croissants washed down with big bowls of black coffee. "So," Bob said "get up to anything much after you left me?" he stirred brown sugar into his coffee, appraising Jen and Bert's reaction from behind his dark lenses. Jen laughed "Enough for one night, thanks!" Bob sat, deep in thought for a moment. "Ok -- if that's the way you want to play it, so be it!" He snapped his fingers and a member of staff stepped forward bearing a laptop, which he opened on the table. Jen and Bert exchanged worried looks across the table as Bob leant back, waiting for the laptop to start up. "Ok. As you can imagine, this place has pretty good security. Having so much always means there is someone who wants to take it away from you, so I've had a sophisticated surveillance system fitted, covering both the exterior and the interior. Now, to avoid false alarms the system can be interrogated by remote and keeps a full log of all windows and doors opening and closing. It really tells a complete story of goings... and comings, throughout the whole building, 24 hours a day." Bob took a deep drink from his coffee, putting it down gently as he continued."So I was intrigued by the story I saw unfold last night. You both went to your suite at..." he clicked on a few icons on screen "...12.25 am. Your doors stayed closed until 8.43 this morning." He drank more coffee, leaning forward towards them, pushing his shades up his forehead as he did so."Now this is where it gets more interesting. The door joining the two bedrooms in your suite opened at...01.05, closed a minute later and didn't open again until 08.02 this morning. So what does that tell us?" Bob looked expectantly between the two of them, awaiting an answer. Jen looked pale in the sunshine, whilst Bert swallowed nervously. "Well?"Bob asked again, obviously enjoying their discomfort. "Are you going to introduce your grandfather? Or do you intend to carry on with this charade?" his tone had changed slightly, becoming tougher, more aggressive. Jen looked away, desperately trying to think of a strategy to get her out of the situation she found herself in. She glanced at Bert, who immediately rallied under the pressure. "I find it repulsive that you accuse me of sleeping with my granddaughter!" Bert looked truly outraged. "You may have the trappings of success, but you are pretty low to suggest such a thing." "Well, how do you explain it, then, old man?" Bob sneered, his contempt apparent in every word. "I've always found it hard to sleep in a bed with Jen -- she likes a light cover over her, I like a full set of covers, probably as a result of being so cold during my National Service in Korea. So, when we can, we sleep in separate rooms, or at least separate beds. Although what right you have to pry into our private arrangements, I really don't know!" Bert sat back into his chair, flushed, seemingly with anger, not daring to look at Jen. Bob stroked his chin for a moment."Ok, that might be the truth. But if you want to win your bet, I need to make sure I'm not being conned here. I didn't get to where I am today by being a mug!" Bert looked thoughtful for a moment; Jen simply oozed relief and surely owed him. The germ of an idea took root in Bert's mind and rapidly blossomed. "Jen dear, I don't think our charming host" the irony fair dripped from Bert's words "believes that we have a physical relationship. Any ideas how we can convince him otherwise?" Jen looked round sharply."Err, I'm not sure I follow you.... honey!" she stumbled on her words, feeling a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as her carefully laid plans began to unravel. "Well love, maybe a blowjob would convince Mr..." Bert looked enquiringly at Bob. "Rivet, Monsieur Rivet" Bob replied, sounding slightly stunned. "... Mr Rivet that we are indeed an item!" Bert finished Jen had initially turned pale again, but her colour soon flooded back into her cheeks. Desperately she searched for an excuse. "I can't do that in public -- you know how I feel about things like that!" "You were watching channel 648 for long enough last night!" Bob drily observed, enjoying the interplay between the two house guests. Jen blushed still darker, turning to Bert with a glare that would turn a lesser man to stone. Bert caught her eye and raised an eyebrow slightly. "I think a blowjob, out here under the table, would adequately demonstrate the closeness of your relationship!" Bob encouraged them. Jen felt her cheeks burning as the two guys looked expectantly at her, one with a look of concern mixed with lust, the other with a laugh in his eyes. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and was about to tell them both where to go when Bob spoke again. "It's either one for him or the first of many for me, my dear. Either way you'll be on your knees by the end of breakfast!" Jen swallowed deeply. The bastard, Bob knew she'd forgotten the other side of the bet she'd entered into. And now Bert, her own grandfather. Was he setting her up to perform a sex act with him. With an audience! Were the pair of them really such bastards? But a week as Bob's sex slave -- God only knew what depths of depravity he might have in mind. Talk about the lesser of two evils! "Well, which is it to be?" Bob chided her. Jen glared furiously at her host before slipping to her knees next to the table. The cool stone of the terrace chilled her knees, causing her nipples to harden under the thin cloth of her dress. Both men noticed the fact appreciatively. The look reserved for Bert was hardly any friendlier. She gave him a withering look as he tried to convince her with a look alone, that he didn't want to go through with this. It was difficult to be convincing, as his cock was already growing hard inside his trousers at the prospect ahead of him. Jen reached forwards cautiously, her slim hand now reaching out towards the growing bulge in her grandfather's chinos. She unfastened the buckle on his belt before sliding the zip down and undoing the buttons at his waist. Bert lifted his buttocks from the chair to allow Jen to slip his trousers to his ankles, which she did with some ill grace. The fly in Bert's boxers now showed the shaft of his growing erection. Jen eased his penis from its confinement, reaching inside to cup his balls as she surveyed the sight before her. Bert's cock stood proud from his groin. The hair at its base was greyed, almost white, with his balls hanging low and wrinkled below, sparsely covered themselves. The shaft of his cock was about two inches across and around 6 ½ inches long. The head was wider by some margin, exposed as his foreskin retracted with his growing excitement. Jen looked up again and made her decision. If she had to blow him, she'd blow him good. Her tongue sneaked out and made contact with the rim of his cockhead. Bert jerked upright in his seat and his cock bobbed out of Jen's mouth. Bob moved his chair to one side, giving him a perfect view of the lascivious sight before him. He really didn't want to miss this. Jen grasped Bert's cock again and ran her tongue up the length of his shaft before sucking the entire head of his penis into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. Bert closed his eyes and drew a shuddering breath. Wow, she WAS hot, better than he could even have imagined. Jen by now had really got into her stride and was bobbing her mouth up and down Bert's cock, squeezing gently on his balls as she did so, her other hand rubbing up and down in time to her mouth's sucking. Eyes closed, she found a speed and rhythm she was comfortable with and got to work on Bert with a passion. Bob was enthralled -- he'd really hoped he'd get a week of sexual excess with Jen -- she had been so hot on her last visit and he really wanted some more of her tight body, but this was pretty good too -- she either did like old guys or was, even now, giving her own grandfather the blowjob to end all blowjobs. And she was. Bert's hips were now thrusting up and down as he tried to fuck Jen's mouth but she was equal to it, skilfully riding his thrusts and withdrawing his rigid cock from her mouth just as his balls started to contract. With a strangled shout he thrust once more and shot a huge spurt of cum into the morning sunlight. It arced into the air, landing in Jen's hair. This was soon followed by a couple more of diminishing size and power, which splashed onto Jen's upturned face. To complete her act Jen rubbed the head of Bert's cock around her face, spreading the last of his cum onto her cheeks and smearing her scarlet lipstick onto his twitching knob. Wiping her face with her napkin, Jen returned to her seat before speaking. "Well, do you believe me now? Any question of our having a physical relationship?" Bob clapped gently "Bravo, bravo! A truly virtuoso performance! By both of you I might add! I am convinced. At least I am for now." Bob turned in his chair and gestured out towards the harbour. "I thought I'd take you out on the yacht today, with the weather being so fine. Shall we meet in the hall around... 10.30? Dress for swimming and sunbathing -- we'll be pretty private on the boat, so don't worry about covering up too much -- especially you!" he winked at Jen, who tossed her hair in annoyance. The Things You Do For Family! Ch. 03 Jen stood under the shower, the pressure of the steaming water beating down on her head. As she looked down at the soap suds rinsing down her cleavage she pondered the recent situation. Bob was obviously a bastard, he'd set her up. Whilst she had confidently cast herself as the bait to win the cash her grandfather needed, Bob was in turn setting a greater trap. You don't end up with a multi-million dollar lifestyle without playing some pretty major games, way beyond her reckoning. But grandpa, he'd enjoyed the blowjob far too much by her reckoning. Then again, she had really gone to town on him, not many guys of any age could have resisted her ministrations. As she dried herself she shrugged off the worries she felt stirring in her mind. Bob had really left them both with no choice but to go through the ordeal... and to be honest, it hadn't been all that bad, she reflected with a wry smile. In the lounge, Bert was sat, determinedly looking away from Jen as she returned from the bathroom. He was determined to take his lead from her attitude. If she was pissed at him, he'd know how to handle things, if not, well his attitude would be different. Jen came into the room, wearing shorts (and man, were they short!) and a halter top. Beneath the two items of clothing Bert could see the outline of a tiny bikini, not that it really hid much. He looked away, determined not to be accused of lechery. Jen sat down on the end of the sofa, also determined not to make eye contact. In the end, the tension grew too much and both of them went to speak at once. "Grandpa..." " Jen...." The silence oozed back into the gap where they both wanted to speak. Bert cleared his throat, Jen checked her nails. "Jen... about what happened earlier.... erm, I'm sorry." Bert stumbled through his apology. After all, it had been the best blowjob he could ever remember. "OK, grandpa. I'll accept your apology. But I don't want to find myself in that kind of position again, you understand?" Jen still couldn't look him in the face. Her cheeks still burned with embarrassment as she thought back to the scene outside. Despite everything it had felt kind of good, very naughty, but good. "Let's go down and have a look at this boat then, shall we?" Jen hung a Chanel bag over her shoulder, picked up her shades and swept from the room. Bert followed behind, admiring the roll of her hips under the tiny shorts she was wearing. If all I get was that one blowjob, he thought, I can die happy! Downstairs Bob met them at the door, escorting Jen through the door with his hand suspiciously low on the small of her back as they made their way to the waiting people carrier. The air con was again running flat out and the leather seats were chilly on Jen's legs as she sat down. The effect on her body was not wasted on either Bob or the chauffeur who helped her with her seatbelt. A quick glance from behind his sunglasses swept the length of her slender body in appreciation. Jen simply ignored him. The MPV made its way through the winding streets of the town, passing small shops on either side. Bob waved to a couple of people as they swept by. They acknowledged him with friendly waves and smiles; Bob was obviously accepted by the locals. Arriving at the quayside, Jen looked out at a forest of masts where the local flotilla of yachts lay at anchor. She had never been on a sail boat before and was quite excited at the prospect. Their chauffeur led them to the side of the dock, where a small launch sat, engine ticking over gently as it waited for them. Stood at the controls was a dark haired young man, tanned to the colour of mahogany, dressed in immaculate white trousers and shirt. Bob led the way down to the gangplank and helped his guests aboard. The chauffeur untied the rope, passed the end to the crewman and stepped back as he opened the throttle and the launch headed out through the floating pontoons, yachts and launches, seagulls screaming as they circled overhead. As the chaos of the moorings close to the dockside dropped away behind them the average value of the boats increased. Out towards the harbour wall were moored the real big vessels, the kind of vessels that only really the really well-heeled can afford. It was towards one of these that the launch was now headed. As they approached, Jen could read the name painted on the bow: "Nothing Ventured..." and the port of registration, "Cannes" below. Bert knew a little about boats, but even he was taken aback by the size of this gleaming white beauty. "What size is she?" he asked Bob as they drew up at the stern where a pair of jet skis and the hoist for the launch were located. Bob helped them step across from one boat to the other and swept his arm around the deck. "Welcome aboard Nothing Ventured. She's an Overmarine Mangusta, and she's 108' long, top speed of 46 knots. Not bad eh?" Jen and Bert made their way down the steps into the main state room, where a different member of crew greeted them. Again dressed in perfect white uniform, he welcomed them all aboard again, explaining their schedule for the day ahead in a slight Scandinavian accent. "We will be leaving in just a few minutes, once my colleagues have stowed the launch and taken up their stations for the trip. We will cruise out into the bay, and then head east to a quieter bay where we will stop for a swim and lunch on the beach. I am Captain Tomas, and will be in command throughout your day's journey. If there are any queries throughout the day, please feel free to speak to me or any other member of the crew. There are six of us aboard, so you should be able to find someone fairly easily, even on a boat as large as this." As he spoke, a gentle beep came from the control panel upstairs. "Excuse me, please, I must make ready for our departure." Bert followed him up to the flying bridge, taking in the perfect interior of the boat on the way. Forward of the bridge was a large sun deck, big enough for a dozen people to lounge in the Mediterranean sunshine in comfort. Bert made his way to the colour co-ordinated seat alongside the controls and sat down, watching with fascination as Captain Tomas fired up the engines, made his checks and spoke briefly into the walkie talkie clipped to his belt. "Ok, my friend" he said. "Here we go." He gently depressed two tiny levers in the centre of the controls and turned a dial no bigger than a dollar coin. The bow of the boat gently swung out from the mooring, the stern staying more or less where it was. "Bow thrusters. They make these manoeuvres so simple!" The captain explained. With another touch of the two levers and a deft turn of the control knob, the boat stopped its movement and lay still on the water. Tomas moved his hands to a pair of simple chrome levers to the right of the controls and eased them forward about an inch. From the rear of the boat a muted burbling sound started and the vessel slid smoothly out into the clear channel. Tomas handled the boat deftly, his hands making tiny adjustments to the controls as they nosed their way out towards the gap in the harbour wall and the open sea beyond. Once alongside the harbour entrance, Tomas eased the throttles forward and the boat accelerated smoothly to a cruising speed of around 25 knots, heading out into the sparkling Mediterranean, their shining white wake shining behind them in a gleaming crescent. Bert stood on the flybridge, enjoying the feeling of power transmitted through the hull of this super yacht, the sea breeze ruffling his thinning grey hair. Forward, the access to the sun deck opened and a slender blonde figure, again in crew whites, carefully laid out dark blue towels on the sun deck. Within a couple of minutes, her figure was replaced by Jen's, who had shed her halter top but still had her tiny hipster shorts on. She sat on one towel, looking forward to the distant horizon for a few moments before reaching into her bag and removing her sun tan lotion. Bert looked on enthralled as she spread the white creamy lotion over her shoulders, arms and legs before laying down on her back, adjusting the tiny triangles that passed for a bikini top and settling down to catch some rays. Bert returned to the cool dark interior of the boat. Boat, he thought, this was bigger than his house! He strolled through the main room in which they had been greeted, into the forward reception area, which in turn led to the walkway and the forward sun deck. Bob was stood looking out of the forward windows at Jen as she lay, shining in the sun, a few feet away. "You've done well there, my friend! Even if your earlier show was a fake, I reckon she'd one of the hottest women I've ever had aboard this vessel. Very nice indeed." He turned to Bert. "I know it's early but do you fancy a beer? I know I do." He stepped to over to a well equipped bar, complete with chillers and a draft beer tap. Grabbing a couple of glasses from the shelf above, he poured two large headed glasses of pale lager for the two of them. "Let's go and see if Jen would like a drink. Or anything else, come to that!" he winked at Bert as he moved to the door and stepped outside. Bert followed carefully, not happy with the casual attitude his host was showing towards Jen. She was, after all, meant to be Bert's partner! Stepping over the combing as he exited the boat along the starboard side of the vessel, Bert shook his head. The two of them made their way onto the raised sundeck, where Jen lazed, soaking up the sunshine. "Hi love, do you want a drink?" Bert asked as he sat down on the other towel. "No, thanks, I'm good" Jen replied. "But I could do with someone to put some lotion on my back, my front is pretty much done, I think." She looked down over her glowing front and frowned. "Mind you, these shorts will give me some strange tan lines if I'm not careful." She stood up, turned her back towards Bert and started to wriggle her shorts down. Bert gulped as he watched her heart-shaped ass gradually appear from above the waistband. Christ, was she wearing anything under those, he wondered. The shorts eventually slipped down Jen's thighs, revealing the tiniest bikini bottoms Bert had ever seen or even imagined. They were held in place by a slender string around her waist which then joined another piece which vanished into the deep cleft between her buttocks. Jen casually bent over, pretty much straight-legged, to slip her shorts off her feet, giving Bert a close-up look at the bulge of her pussy in the process. He groaned, hoping the distant roar of the engines would cover the sound of his excitement. Jen lay down on the other towel and stretched. "Some lotion on my shoulders and back, if you please!" Bert swallowed again and poured lotion into his hand, noticing it was shaking slightly. He reached forward and started to rub it into the skin of Jen's shoulders, massaging it gently into her warm soft skin. He worked his way down her back, ever closer to the tantalising string of her bikini bottoms. He paused at her waist. "Don't stop there, love. Keep going or I'll get burnt buns!" Bert was conscious of eyes watching him and glanced up to see Bob regarding him with interest. He returned to the task in hand and started to work the lotion into the smooth peachy skin of Jen's backside. His hands made circles on her buttocks, gently easing them apart as he did so, revealing the tiny white triangle of material that protected her pussy. Jen moved a little to make herself more comfortable, her legs now slightly further apart. Bert could now see the very outer edge of her pussy lips on both sides, and the dark pucker of her anus where the thin cord ran over it. He was breathing deeply, and again could feel his erection growing in his pants. He glanced up again to see Bob paying close attention, both to his actions and to the view before him. It was almost an out of body experience as Bert began to massage sun tan lotion into the curves of Jen's ass, gradually working further and further into the crack of her ass. Jen moaned gently and moved her legs even further apart. Now Bert could definitely see the edge of her pussy lips with the white material of her thong now showing a slight damp patch in its centre, the darker cleft of her vagina showing through the skimpy material. Bert watched his hands as they smoothed the creamy liquid into the inner curves of Jen's buttocks. His fingers slipped under the string running between her cheeks as he spread the cream down the length of her crack, from waistband to a fraction above her anus. The cream, however, ran on, anointing her asshole and dribbling on down towards her pussy. Bert watched enthralled as it soaked into the thin white cloth, turning it all but see through. There was a deafening silence ringing in Bert's ears as he admired the view of his granddaughter's crotch. What would his daughter say if she could see him now? Bert wondered. Now he could clearly see her asshole, his fingers holding the string of her thong away from it, just below was the edge of her cunt, a brighter pink and shining with the combination of lotion and excitement. Jen was far from the only one getting excited. Bert's shorts were displaying his erection clearly, and Bob appeared to have the same problem, caused by the erotically charged scene unfolding on the deck before him. Jen, who had been gently dozing in the sun, dreaming of having a man's hands on her, anointing her back with sun lotion, moved her arm, bringing her skin into contact with the hot teak deck alongside her towel. She flinched, startled awake from her day dream, and suddenly realised where she was. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed as tried to roll over. Bert's hands, cupping a buttock each, pressed firmly on her ass, preventing her getting far. "Get your hands off me!" Bert laughed, "C'mon love, let the dog see the rabbit!" "Get your hands off my ass, you creep!" Jen tried again to get up, but Bert's right hand, slippery from sun tan lotion, slipped between her legs and onto her mound. "Oh yes, baby, that feels good -- I'd forgotten how hot your pussy gets when you sunbathe!" Bert couldn't help but react positively to having his hand on Jen's pussy. He'd never thought this would happen, and in a way that looked likely to give him even more and all without him appearing to want it -- perfect! Jen struggled again but was brought to a halt by Bob's laconic voice."Don't mind me, I'll just watch... assuming there is something to watch." Shit, she thought. Shit, shit and shit again! How the fuck would she get out of this situation? "Bert, you know I don't like you touching me in public! It makes me feel so uncomfortable, knowing other people might see us being... well... you know... intimate with each other!" Bob, who had moved closer to the towel on which Jen lay, knelt down to get a better view of proceedings. "It's a bit late for that kind of worry, bearing in mind what I've seen you two doing! A blowjob is hardly a discreet act when there's an audience, is it?" "But you forced us into that, you bastard!" Jen protested hotly, still trying to squirm out of Bert's grip. "But if I'm the audience, it's hardly time to come over all modest, is it?" Bob enquired softly "and it would pretty much confirm that you are genuinely a couple, that's for sure!" Jen turned her head towards him as he knelt next to her head. Her eyeline gave her a great view of Bob's knees, but also up the leg of his shorts. She blinked twice as she realised that Bob's cock was erect and poking down his left thigh, its head pointing straight at her face. Even as she looked, a tiny bead of clear fluid appeared at the slit in the tip of his penis, hung there for a moment then ran down under his cockhead. She swallowed and closed her eyes. The only way out of this was to go through it. Just like that kids' book, "We're Going on a Bear Hunt" she thought -- can't go under it, can't go over it, gotta go through it! Behind her, Bert was revelling in the opportunity to touch Jen in such an intimate way. He looked down, still not believing quite what he was seeing, as more of Jen's pussy came into view, her tiny bikini bottoms dragged off to one side as she tried to roll over. Bert licked his lips and swallowed. Jen moved her legs closer together, blocking Bert's view. "C'mon, babe. Bob's got a point. It's not like he's not seen us together..." Jen rolled onto her side, glared briefly at Bert, shrugged and reached down to slip the waistband of her thong over her hips. She knelt up to make the job easier, the tiny white patch of cloth rolling down her crotch to reveal her neatly trimmed triangle of light brown pubes. Bert reached up and took hold of the string himself and tugged the tiny garment down past her knees, over her ankles and tossed it to one side. Bob had not been idle. He took the opportunity to untie the halter neck of Jen's bikini top, freeing her breasts. They bounced slightly as their support was removed, exposed for the first time to her appreciative audience. Bert thought he was in heaven as Jen turned towards him and he saw her breasts clearly for the first time. They weren't huge, just full, rounded and firm. In fact, thought Bert, they are just about perfect! He reached out to hold Jen's left breast in his hand, feeling the weight in the palm of his hand. Her nipple hardened at his touch, puckering up and standing proud from the soft pink flesh around it. Bert rubbed his thumb across the tip, causing it to harden further and turn deep pink. Jen moaned gently and leant further forward, her mouth opening as her breathing grew deeper. Bert took this as an invitation and leant forward himself to kiss her, initially in a gentle fashion, but with increasing passion. Jen's tongue was initially still but soon reacted to Bert's kisses. Within a couple of moments they were in a passionate embrace, one of Bert's wiry arms wrapped around Jen's ribs, the other gripping her hair to prevent any escape. With her eyes closed, Jen just enjoyed the contact, the intimacy, the fresh air over her naked body; if she couldn't see Bert, she could imagine it being someone else. Someone who wasn't her grandfather, she suddenly thought, her eyes flying open as the implications of her position struck her. Her body stopped reacting and she sagged slightly into Bert's arms. From a couple of inches away, Bert looked into her eyes, sensing the change in mood. He tried to look apologetic, as though he didn't really want to be doing what he was. This was a real trick, as the kiss had given him the hardest cock he could ever remember -- even more so than the one he'd had so enthusiastically sucked the day before. Not only that, but he was really having the forbidden fruit -- his daughter had accused him, years before, of inappropriate behaviour towards Jen when he'd been innocent; this time he had a perfect excuse, an ideal opportunity and no witnesses -- Bob couldn't have engineered it better if he'd tried! Jen glanced to her left to find Bob looking closely at the two of them. Again her brain shouted "Get out" but Bert was still kissing her. Her instincts may have had the right idea, but they didn't have access to all the facts -- there was $25k at stake, Grandpa's house and the horrific alternative of being Bob's slave. Jen gave in and kissed Bert as passionately as she had ever kissed anyone. Her tongue snaked out and slithered around the interior of Bert's mouth. He tasted slightly bitter, the after effects of the beer he'd shared with Bob a few minutes earlier. His stubble grazed her lips as he enthusiastically responded, his tongue forcing itself deep into the hot moist cavern of her mouth. Jen closed her eyes and went with it -- whatever else had changed over the past 60 years, grandpa's kissing technique still worked well; Jen could feel herself getting turned on despite the fact that there was a 50 year age gap. Maybe there was some truth in the old saw about older men being better! The Things You Do For Family! Ch. 03 Jen's nipples hardened once more with arousal, growing darker and jutting out like small fingertips from the smooth flesh of her breasts. Bert's wiry grey chest hair rubbed against her chest, his slight paunch against the warm skin of her belly adding to the stimulation. She moaned into Bert's mouth, a muffled sound of excitement that acted as encouragement to Bert and indeed Bob, who was now examining Jen's reactions closely. Bert's hands were once more kneading the flesh of Jen's breasts, squeezing gently at first before gripping more firmly. Jen moaned again, enjoying the rougher attention she was receiving. She broke off the kiss and rolled onto her side alongside Bert. The sun suddenly shone into her eyes and she squinted up to see Bob move away from the two of them. Dirty old bastard, Jen thought. Then again, Bert was even older and was, let's face it, her grandfather, who was even now exploring her naked body. What did that make him? Bert had slid down onto the towel next to Jen, never breaking contact with Jen's firm, oiled flesh. Her breasts felt heavy and elastic in his hands. He bent forward and planted a kiss on Jen's left nipple, gently sucking it into his mouth and applying a little suction to her engorged teat. He nibbled, initially with his lips, then gently with the tips of his teeth causing Jen to catch her breath. Bert might well be a relative and an old man, but he sure knew how to turn a girl on. She couldn't remember her tits having such attention lavished upon them, ever. Her pussy was soaking already, and that was before anyone had even touched her there. Bert had apparently noticed the same fact and removed his left hand from Jen's breast. He slowly ran his hand down her ribs, across the soft warmth of her stomach and onto her hip. Jen held her breath as the movement paused for a moment before resuming, now heading to the hot pit of excitement in her groin. Without conscious thought, Jen moved her thighs apart, giving Bert easier access to her aching pussy. His fingers paused again as the encountered the short trimmed triangle of pubes that crowned it. Jen reached down, grasping Bert's wrist and moving his fingers lower, pressing his fingertips against the moist flesh of her labia. Jen groaned with lust, her mouth still pressed against her grandfather's as his fingers eased her lips apart and began to probe between them. God, she felt so wet, so open, so hot and bothered. Bert broke of their kiss and the two of them came up for air. Bert went to remove his hand, but Jen clamped her hand firmly on his wrist, pinning his hand between her thighs. "Don't you dare stop now!" Jen panted. "I'm not planning on stopping any time soon." Bert growled, moving further down Jen's body. He briefly admired the smooth flat skin of her belly, spending a few seconds licking her navel, before he moved further down until he was face to face with Jen's pussy. Jen had left her hand between her legs, blocking Bert's view of her pussy. She turned her head away from Bert, looking coyly down the length of the fore deck. Bert grasped her wrist and eased her hand away from the prize it was concealing. Jen hardly resisted and offered no opposition to Bert easing her thighs apart to expose her sex to his hungry gaze. Relative or not, he had turned her on so much that all she wanted was sex and plenty of it and with him, now. Bert looked closely at the beautiful sight opened before him. Jen's outer lips were free of any pubic hair and framed a beautiful symmetrical pair of inner ones. Shining with the moisture of her arousal, they gaped slightly open, revealing the entrance to her vagina, the dark hole clearly revealed to Bert's eyes as Jen pushed her pelvis forward, opening herself still wider. At the top of her pussy her clitoris was clearly visible, peeking out from under the loose hood of skin that protected it, a little bud of pink flesh, just begging for some attention. Bert leant forward slightly, bringing Jen's sex within range of both his sense of smell and then his tongue. He breathed deeply, delighting in the scent of Jen's arousal, sweet and salty, complementing the crisp smell of the sea around them. His tongue reached out until it just touched the moist skin before him. God, what a delicious taste; Bert had forgotten how sweet a young pussy tasted. Come to that, he thought, he'd forgotten what any pussy tasted like! He paused, pressing the tip of his tongue against Jen's clit, vibrating it slightly. Jen's hand pressed hard against the back of his neck as she held his face against her pussy, rocking her hips from side to side to bring more of herself into contact with his slurping mouth. It didn't take long before Jen felt her orgasm start. Bert had kept going at Jen's pussy, varying his approach, sometime licking from Jen's anus right up to her clit with the flat of his tongue, sometime poking it, rigid, as deep into her soaking vagina as he could, breathing from the corner of his mouth each time Jen's enthusiasm seemed likely to asphyxiate him. As her bucking hips began to signify how close Jen was to her orgasm, Bert renewed his assault on her clit. Holding her lips wide apart he revealed the whole of the rigid little button and lashed it with the tip of his tongue. Jen began to moan, louder and louder, muttering obscenities under her breath as she came "Oh god, yes, you dirty bastard, lick my cunt, go on, make me come you fucking dirty old bugger! Yes, that's it stick your finger in me, go on, yes, oh, god, I'm coming." Bert's head and hand, finger buried deep in Jen's pussy, were clamped between her thighs as she came and came hard, yelling her excitement as she did. Bert extricated himself from the leglock Jen had caught him in, rubbing his neck and wincing as he did so. "That was just for starters, my love. Now for the main course!" Bert dropped his shorts to the deck with some difficulty, as he had to negotiate his rigid cock, pointing straight out from his crotch. Jen looked up, shading her eyes from the bright sunlight. In silhouette Bert looked no different from any of the other guys she'd slept with, and in her current state, she really didn't care how old or how related he was. He was a man , a man who'd made her feel good and a man with just what she wanted -- a nice hard cock. Bert dropped to his knees between Jen's sprawled legs and took hold of the base of his erection, pointing the engorged head of his penis at Jen's gaping pussy. He shuffled forward until he could sense the heat coming from her, then eased forward until his helmet touched the rubbery moist flesh of her outer lips. Jen adjusted her position and sighed with pleasure as Bert's cock slid deep into her willing body. He thrust deep and then withdrew, almost to the point of leaving her completely empty. After a few more thrusts in similar vein, Bert settled into a rhythm that suited them both. With the sun on his back and an equally hot partner under him Bert was in heaven, thoroughly enjoying this unexpected delight. What other 72 year old would be fucking a girl 50 years his junior, leave alone one he was related to, he wondered, and in such luxurious surroundings. He muttered under his breath "That'll teach you, you little tramp. Stop me from seeing my granddaughter would you? I'm seeing more of her than most right now!" Jen couldn't quite hear the words Bert was saying, but encouraged him with moans and curses of her own."You dirty old man, fucking me, fucking your gran...Pretending you are fucking your granddaughter- I am young enough, am I young enough for you?" Jen hoped Bob was nowhere around to hear her slip. She opened her eyes and squinted over the sweating back of the old man between her thighs and could see the deck was clear. Unlike Bob to miss out on a show, Jen thought as Bert carried on pushing her ass hard against the deck. The vibration of the engines throbbed through her, adding to the excitement she felt at being fucked, and fucked well by this man, a man she'd always looked up to and respected. The hard shaft of Bert's cock grazed against her clit and she felt another orgasm starting to wash through her. To encourage Bert to reach his orgasm she gripped his fleshly sagging arse in her hands, sinking her nails into him to drive him on. Bert responded with enthusiasm, speeding up and pushing harder into Jen's hot, firm flesh, revelling in the fact that he was fucking someone so young , so sexy and so forbidden. It took but a few more thrusts before his balls clenched, pulling up tight under his cock and shooting his come deep into Jen's body. He slumped onto Jen's oily chest, gasping for breath and exhausted. Jen lay back, cradling him to her breast, recovering herself from the orgasm that was still slowly leaving her body, one spasm at a time. Bert's cock shrank rapidly, slipping down the inside of Jen's thigh and leaving a trail of shining cum behind it. Jen stretched her body luxuriously in the sunshine as Bert rolled off to the towel alongside, her nose wrinkling as she smelt cigar smoke. Bert was sat on the chrome rail around the deck, drawing on a huge cigar. He was sweating, partly from the heat and partly from the erotic scene he had just witnessed. "You guys sure know how to fuck, I'll give you that!" Bob chuckled. "I was tempted to join in myself at one point." Bert rolled onto his back and shielded his eyes as he looked over at Bob. "You get your own ass, you dirty bastard! Jen is all mine!" "We'll see, we'll see." Bob replied, still looking thoughtful. I wish he's just stop looking so fucking crafty, Jen thought. He always looks like he is two steps ahead of me. Jen reached down to retrieve her tiny bikini, grabbing the towel to mop herself down on the way back to the shower off the stateroom. Bert watched, still enthralled by the sight of this sexy woman, so recently an unknown quantity, parading herself completely nude, on board this huge millionaire's yacht. Bob too watched appreciatively as her rear view rolled deliciously out of view. He reached into his pocket and passed Bert a cigar, which he lit from the gold Zippo he carried. "Man, what I wouldn't give for a piece of that. You sure are one lucky man having her in your bed. I bet she never stops." Bert waved away the question with his cigar, the smoke drifting away in the sea breeze. "It certainly keeps me young, or at least younger than most men my age." "Would an additional $25k help swing things?" Bob asked under his breath, leaning close to Bob to make sure he could be heard. Bert coughed on his cigar smoke. "$25g's? For what, exactly?" "For a chance of having what you've just had. All you have to do is set it up. Make out I've still to be convinced by your relationship, and I'm not sure, to be honest. You could be taking me for a fool. I don't know. And to be honest, I don't care, 25 grand is not a lot for me, but I do want something in exchange. I reckon she must be worth it, assuming I get the full works." Bob drew deeply on his cigar, leaving the question hanging in the air. Bert drew a deep breath. Christ, what a dilemma. His granddaughter, effectively sold to this wealthy pervert, for $25 k. Yet she had sold herself, or an image of herself, for the same sum, and to the same man. "Well?" Bob was looking hard at Bert, seemingly trying to read his mind. "What do you think?" Bert framed his reply carefully."So you want to make love with my girlfriend, and for that I get twenty-five thousand dollars? Is that it?" "That's pretty much it. Of course, I expect there to be no real limits to what I expect... 25g's is a lot of money for nothing more than a blow-job! Christ I can buy a girl for life for less!" Bert's mind raced on. If he was clever here, he could end up with a load of cash, a load of sex and a chance for more of both. He replied cautiously. "Okay, you are on, but with one condition. I don't want Jen to think I am involved in planning any of this. You have to instigate any developments in a way that makes me look innocent. If you can do that, you have a deal!" Bob drew on his cigar, looking down at the glowing tip for a moment. He raised his gaze and looked Bert in the eye as he spoke. "Deal. You are on." The two shook hands and returned to the cool interior of the boat. Jen was already lounging on the leather sofa, a glass of champagne in her hands, her bikini once more concealing the few square inches of flesh that hadn't been toasted by the summer sunshine.