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In all honesty it was one of the last things I had expected to leave his lips, I was fully prepared to hear him compliment me, degrade me, even push his way in and demand a repeat performance. He had never shown any interest in Ellis before, why now? All these thoughts whizzed through my mind as I finished my shower, unable to finish my self-pleasuring with thoughts of my brother in my mind. As I step out, only a towel for clothes into my own guest bedroom my grandfather is sitting on the single bed. A pair of my brothers dust stained boots in his hand. He looks up at me with a look I had never seen on his face before, somewhere between fear and shame “ he saw us… he knows” the words float to my ear and I don’t know quite how to react. I nod my head softly, not wanting to believe it of course.

Ellis POV

The second my grandfather had walked past my room I had got to my feet. There’s now way he could have known right? That was the first question going through my mind. Followed by a million more. Running the scene I had just witnessed back in my mind. It didn’t look like a first time thing. Freya, my beautiful wonderful sister and my grandfather looked like experienced lovers. The way she obediently sucked his cock, took him deep. The look of her covered in his cum. My cock was obviously hard thinking about it. it was just like id watched countless times before. I hear lighter footsteps skip up the stairs about 5 minutes later than my grandfathers. She skips past the door quickly, I didn’t bet a good look but she didn’t exactly look presentable. Moments later I hear water begin to run in her rooms en-suite. “they’ve been fucking for years” I mutter to myself, unable to really believe it.

I get to my feet and walk, keeping my footsteps as light as I can I make my way down the stairs once and then again into the cellar of the house. I had overheard something about them keeping my grandma’s things down here, at least until they decided what to do with it all. There were countless uninteresting boxes, piled up with clothes, trinkets, books… I turn as I see the box of books. Grandma had always loved reading, but even more so writing. Under an ancient lightbulb sits a pile of warn out black books. The first one’s cover reading 1973-78 in grandmas writing. My eyes widen as I scatter through them. They don’t seem to be in any order. Around half way something catches my eye, a book with the title “2014-2020”. Staring at the book for a moment I pick it up and tuck it under my shirt, held up in the waistband of my trouser pants. “if grandma knew anything it must be in here!” I exclaim in a silent whisper, making my way up the stairs back to my spare bedroom.

Freya Pov

“are you sure? Like really really sure?” I had to ask the question of course. The dirty shoes didn’t look great of course but he could have been anywhere with them. “there were footprints outside the barn, matches these.” My grandfather replies calmly now. He taps the bed beside him, and I take a seat, still only dressed in my towel. As I take my seat, he places his strong hand on the inside of my thigh, squeezing softly. “he cant tell anyone Freya, you know what people will say, they’ll think im a monster” his words made sense with me, it wasn’t likely much of the blame would be at my feet, I had only been a teenager when all this started. “ I don’t want them to think that… I can talk to him, see what he knows” I suggest. My grandfather nods his head, his spare hand wandering to the back of my towel. He tugs at the fold holding it to my body and the fabric falls off my body. It’s the first time he seen me full naked in over a year. I had shaved my body before coming to the funeral. I was hairless and clean from my shower; I knew he liked the hairless look. I lean back onto my elbows and look up at him. My nipples were still hard from my interrupted masturbation. “ if you make sure he can keep his mouth shut then you can be my special girl forever Freya” as my grandfather speaks he moves his hand up from my thigh and to my wet pussy, tightly hidden away he spreads my lips open and I pant out, looking him straight in the eyes. He quickly locates my sensitive clit, a soft rubbing motion begins, and I close my eyes, laying back fully, giving my body to my grandfather to please. “I’m close.” I mutter after no time at all. His hand spare hand takes a firm hold of my right breast squeezing and massaging it. my back arches up and I begin to pant. I was getting close to the brink and my grandfather knew it. I hadn’t cum since I had been back on this farm, my hormones were running wild. I open my eyes and see a sadistic look in his eye, a sudden fear washes over my body and I feel him move his hand away from my wanting pussy. Only a second later his hand was brutally pinching my nipple making me scream out, my orgasm so close but so far now. He leans in close to my ear and whispers “ you don’t get to cum until you fix this fucking mess” the words were laced with venom and I feel my face go wet, followed by my chest heaving as I begin to sob in desperation. “ please please grandad I need you! Please” I plead with him, watching desperately as he gets to his feet, back to me. He turns around and stares at me cutting off my desperate pleads with a single look. “I’m giving you the chance here Freya, if I have to deal with this then it won’t be much fun for your brother”. Just like that he was gone, walking down the corridor and down the stairs. I hear a brief spell of muttered chatting through the walls and floorboards before the voices go quiet, the sound of footsteps replaces them and the closing of the door to the guest bedroom Ellis was using.

I fight hard to compose myself. It was difficult given the circumstances. Pulling my black thong up my legs, the second it touched my needy sex it felt like I was on fire. If I touched ,myself I knew he would know, he always did and he always made sure the orgasm wasn’t worth it. I don’t bother with a bra. I wasn’t going to play fair with Ellis. I wanted to make him feel uncomfortable. Like the only way to get rid of me is to answer my questions. I debate what to wear, what would make my brother the least happy to see me? I pull from my suitcase a pair of burgundy booty shorts. The material stretchy like spandex as I pull the item of clothing up my legs. They were tight for sure, but I knew they would do a fantastic job showing off my arse. The top was a simple choice, I pull on a simple t shirt, white with no marking and decorations. My choice made due to the fact my nipples were still standing like diamonds on my chest, blatantly obvious through the cotton. The last thing I do is wipe my face down, not bothering to cover myself in makeup again. The au natural look being called into play as I step onto the landing. I walk the ten steps it takes to get to the door. I knock twice before speaking “Ellis? Can we have a little talk about something?” I place my ear to the door and hear a muffled scuttling around before Ellis flings the door open towards him. “Freya! You need to read this” he says his voice frantic and barely more than a whisper. He holds out a book, bound in a black covering with the dates 2014-2020 in my grandmothers writing…

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He got as far as "Janice, thank you for your....." When a woman in blue to their right turned to face him, turning quickly in response to the sound of his voice; Somehow inevitably, and undeniably it was Mary, taller now, fuller, more elegant and if changed at all only for the better.Her hair was loose and floating on a breeze, and those eyes and the smile, oh God the smile." Sean," she cried delighted.It was all he could do to stop himself grabbing her by the shoulders and kissing her right...

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Reunion part 1

By Len Hazell"What am, I doing here?"Sean Mc Connel checked his watch again; it was eleven minutes past nine, which meant he had been wandering the streets for almost two hours.It also meant that he had been standing outside the old Urqueholme Secondary Modern, or, Urqueholme Comprehensive School, as it now was, for forty-seven minutes.Twenty years ago, almost to the day, he had walked out through those same wrought iron gates, for the last time.Turning to deliver a tremendous, wholehearted,...

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Reunion

There hadn't been any fights between the brothers and sisters of my fathers family but after my grandmother died I hadn't seen anybody from that side of the family, grandma apparently was the glue that held everything together. I was 17 at the time and the youngest, Jennifer, wasn't even 2, but my aunt had arranged a family reunion after fifteen years and I was actually quite curious about my uncles, aunts and cousins. When I arrived we were separated into two groups, the old and the young, I...

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Reunion

Reunion By Heather St. Claire They had chosen the restaurant with great care; it had to be someplace that wasn't too fancy or too seedy, too flashy or too noticeably hidden. In short, somewhere where they were most likely to blend into their surroundings. Leslie had arrived first, and was seated in a booth toward the rear of the main dining room. She nervously crossed, uncrossed and recrossed her legs. She was wearing her new knee-high, spike-heeled, brown leather boots. ...

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Reunion Day

Reunion Day The young woman gracefully made her way off the first class section of the aircraft, down the jet way and into the gate area of the terminal. Each of her delicate movements seemed almost thoughtfully considered for amplified reinforcement of her feminine elegance ? and indeed they were. Those fortunate enough to cast their gaze upon her for any length of time were reward with a vision of true female beauty infrequently observed. More than a few viewers turned their...

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It's hard to believe it, but I am happily married to my best friend, and now my family has welcomed us with open arms. I am glad, because I was born a boy. My best friend is Maxwell Anderson. He looks like an red-headed Anthony DiNozzo from NCIS with his flaming red hair, hazel eyes and natural tan. He is a musician who can play the piano, organ, violin, and guitar with equal ease. He teaches music at Warton High School. My name is Connie Renee Anderson. Me, I look like an Arabian...

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Reunion Dinner

The Swarm Cycle Universe Copyright© 2007 The Thinking Horndog “Missy Sinclair. I haven’t seen you since Graduation. How have you been?” “Monica? My goodness, look at you! You look great! I’ve been fine. Married Fred, just like everyone expected. We got divorced in less than two years. At least we didn’t have any kids. Then I met Jacob and things are great now. I’m Mrs. Johnson now with two kids. Let’s see now. Here is your reunion packet and your seating location. You are at table...

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Reunion

The room was striking; someone or some group had spent many, many hours on the decorations. The effect was arresting—burgundy and gold, matching floral centerpieces and garlands at every table, walls full of blow-ups of photos taken twenty-some years ago, full of feathered hair, primary colors, rolled sleeves, and leather. The room was full of the clamor of buoyant greetings and the celebration of reunion. As he walked through the room, he overheard snatches of conversation -- the past not so...

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ReunionChapter 3

It was a cold March morning. Mist hung low over the Northamptonshire countryside and a sharp frost covered the lawn outside Matt's townhouse. His alarm beeped and roused him from his slumber. His dream faded quickly in the cold light of day. He'd been dreaming about his past a lot recently. He didn't know why. It wasn't as if yearned for his school days. Perhaps it was his age. He was twenty-eight, and feeling old. Work was getting on top of him. The previous night he'd been out on the...

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Reunion Rebel

We met at an Oxford shire hotel, and ageing group of old hippies someone describes us as. Lunch and afternoon was spent re-aquainting one another with old school friends our days as the kids of "ex pats". Talk of our teenage high school days and school romances. As people prepared to go and change for the evenings fun a very tall stunning middle aged guy was checking in with much younger stunning woman. Dawn exclaimed, "ROY that's Roy. People turned and headed to greet Roy, all the guys eyeing...

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Reunion with a suprise

I got a letter in the mail requesting my presence for a large family reunion. I know these types of gatherings are mainly just an opportunity for the elder ladies to gossip and catch up on all the dirt that has happened in the extended family but I decieded to go because I found out my brother was going to be there from overseas and an uncle was coming that I hadnt seen in a long time. I show up a little late and I couldnt believe how many members of the family were there and the amount of food...

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Nieces funeral horror

As the diminutive red head sat down uncle Bertie took her hand. He and Aunt Stephanie had been so kind. The past week would have been unbearable without them. The smiling big man gave her a comforting open armed invitation of condolence the beautiful 5'3 flower beginning to wilt. Now inside the limo Candice not one for showing her emotions in public began to sob, her knees curled up, her little figure hugging black dress and big rim hat looking like something out of Breakfast at...

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Neices Funeral Horror

With the service over Candice made her way back to stretch limo the driver looking appropriately respectful his hands crossed, head down. As she neared he opened the door allowing the young woman to climb inside her uncle already waiting for her. She had turned 18 just 3 days ago; but it was a birthday she would want to forget. Sure her aunt and uncle had made an effort to celebrate but how could you seriously celebrate while you made funeral arrangements? As the diminutive red head sat down...

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Girlish DelightsChapter 31 A Funeral

Four years after Princess Elaheh's arrival in Kobekistan, the Emir was genuinely sorry to hear that the Earl of Bargoed, his long time friend, had died at the ripe old age of seventy-nine. Their relationship had been very close, closer than would have been legal in the west; the Earl was the father and grandfather of two of the Emir's wives, Princess Ayda and her daughter, Princess Alima. The Earl had also become the third husband of the Emir's English mother, Amelia, Princess...

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