A New Year’s Celebration with Brenda
By Gerald Dawson
Published By Gerald Dawson at Smashwords
Copyright Gerald Dawson 2012
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A work of fiction, this ebook is NOT intended or recommended for anyone under the age of 18. Due to the depiction of sensual and sexual acts by family members it must be considered ‘incestuous’ in content. Be warned that the detailed accounts of sexual acts even between consenting adults is considered illegal and immoral in most provinces of the world.
Chapter One
2011 had been a year around the Dodson Family. Not only have I found enjoyment in watching my girls grow into young ladies, I’ve lusted for them as well. One in particular peaks my interest as well as causing my cock to swell in ways that are neither legal of morally right. I have two daughters and four granddaughters as well as a grandson, but only Brenda can drive me to distraction without even batting her lovely lashes at her G-pa.
Brenda had turned 18 during 2011 and if I might say so, she is absolutely gorgeous. Her 5’7” height the icing on the cake of so many beautiful characteristics, long deep brown hair that hangs sultrily to the middle of her back would draw most any heterosexual male’s eye. Her pert B cup breasts taunt me every time I see her wearing a top without the burden of a bra, the sway of her rounded buttocks as she walks ahead of me enough to drive me over the brink of sanity. Are my thoughts perverted? Yes, but are they my honest feelings? Most definitely.
But even that is but the tip of the iceberg with her deep brown eyes glistening with the joy for life she feels with each breath. I’m sure most would consider me biased, but in truth Brenda is beautiful in so many ways more than mere looks or manner. She has grown out of the pudgy stage of her early teens and developed a toned athletic frame that sends a yearning through all of the guys at school as well as me, her grandfather. I look at her and am forced to silence a gasp at the feelings that evolve; the desperate need to hold her in my arms and feel the warmth of her body against mine. I know, it’s so very wrong to feel desires for one’s offspring, much less a generation removed, but I can’t help what I feel and the bond of love we’ve long shared.
I have longed to tell her of my real feelings for her, but know that if and when I do it will likely be the end of our emotional familial bond, and perhaps being ostracized by any and all that know us in the small Midwestern town we live in. So, for a while now I’ve struggled alone in my wants to be closer to Brenda, closer than one’s related by blood should be. Anyway, that was about to change, surprisingly as a New Year opens doors I’ve only dreamt of.
Ashton, my eldest granddaughter had won out in their house. It was she that would be allowed to host a New Year’s Eve party with her college friends. At 20 she seems to always get her way and this was to be no exception. The other two girls would have to find other places to be in light of the older one’s party where alcohol would be present. The youngest of the three managed to find a party to attend as an overnight sleepover at one of her 15 year old friend’s homes. My daughter and her husband would, of course, chaperone Ashton’s group and make sure that what they were doing was at least safe and not too over the top. The plan was to confiscate everyone’s keys so they would have to stay overnight. We live in the Bible Belt of America and whatever happens is usually gossiped about if not criticized by the moral majority that rules over all ages and social clicks.
Brenda didn’t find a party for her age group, so opted to spend the night with my wife and I. The old folks wouldn’t be very exciting, but at least her parents knew she’d be safe out in the woods and out of harm’s way. It was all arranged and Jane and I went to pick her up about 5:00 to take in an early dinner at the local Pizza Hut before being sequestered in the woods to watch yet another year pass and a new one begin. I felt the familiar stirrings as she walked from her front door wearing a sheath dress that was so freaking short and sexy it was almost beyond me to restrain the physical response. My wife of forty years eyed her but only asked, “Dressing up for the big party in the woods?” and giggled.
Brenda laughed along with her and answered, “Well, Ashton gets to have a party and so do we,” with her typical flare for humor. I watched as she slid into the back seat of our SUV and had to gulp down the lump in my throat as her every curve enticed me to think of things I shouldn’t. I backed out of the driveway and couldn’t help but glance down at the exposure her mini dress yielded. A definite mistake with the physical response it drove my body to, but thankfully no one noticed and we were soon on our way to dinner. My body calmed as I drove and soon we all piled out of the vehicle and walked to the door of the local restaurant of choice. I held the door open being old school and offering up the chivalry I hold honestly in my soul. I looked down as Brenda passed and noticed that once again she was braless; I gulped down yet another lump in my throat as her eyes turned to mine and a broad smile curved her oh-so-luscious lips.
Thankfully most people in town were at parties and family get togethers, so the place was fairly empty. The waitress seated us at a table for four and took our drink orders before swaying her pert little butt away with a smile I couldn’t quite understand the reason for. She was the same age as Brenda and apparently she did know the reason. By this time I again just about had a grasp on the swelling of my manly tool and sat quietly as we all looked over the menu. We decided on a large supreme pizza and a salad for each of us as Stacy brought back our drinks. We ordered and once again she left with a broad smile kind of like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. I tried to ignore it, but when Brenda giggled and looked over at me I had to wonder what in the heck was up.
Jane got up to retrieve her salad and left us to watch over her purse; not that there was anyone in the place to steal it, but she is forever paranoid of that happening. Brenda leaned over and whispered, “I really do think we’re gonna have fun G-pa,” and giggled. When Jane returned we rose to retrieve our own salads. As the gentleman I am I had no choice but to allow Brenda to take first choices from the salad bar; I watched as her graceful poise teased every nerve in my body. The way her breasts swayed and hips pushed back as she leaned over the bar was a sight no less than exquisite. I struggled to maintain the barely flaccid nature of my dick, but managed knowing the hell it would cause if Jane saw me getting a hard on around our little girl. The dinner was quiet, as is normal when we get to sit together and eat. Food is an important part of a family get together after all. The pizza arrived and we chowed down as if we had an appointment to keep. I for one found myself imagining dining on something far tastier than pizza with every glance towards Brenda.
We asked for a box to take the remains of the pizza with us; Stacy brought one back and I scooped the remaining four slices into it and closed the box. I rose to go and pay and handed the box to Brenda, she could be my goffer any time. They made their way out to the SUV as I paid for the meal and handed Stacy a suitable tip. The way she grinned gave me reason to think something was definitely up and not being shared with the old guy. Surely there was something I was being left out of the loop on and would have to ask sometime.
I slid in behind the wheel and looked behind me as I backed from the slot. Once again I couldn’t help but notice how freaking hot Brenda looked in the overly short mini dress. Her thighs looked so smooth and tantalizing I shuddered at the thought of tasting her almost visible womanhood. I gulped down yet another lump, but worried more about the one forming down my pant leg and watched the road for the 12 mile trip into the woods to avoid thinking about such depraved things as eating my granddaughter’s snatch.
I parked in our normal spot and climbed out of the vehicle as the other two did the same. I opened the back door and plucked Brenda’s overnight bag to carry it for her. It didn’t weight much at all and I figured she had only brought a change of clothes for the morning, a tooth brush and pajamas for sleeping in. Soon we were all seated in front of the TV to watch the festivities that would lead to the ball dropping in Times Square. Jane got up and fixed us each a soda, neither of us drinks alcohol any more, but I was sure thinking about making an exception just to calm my twisted thoughts about the sultry teen age granddaughter sitting nuzzled up against me on the sofa. Jane returned and handed each of us our drinks, she was the only one who liked to have ice in hers, so Brenda and I each got a can to ourselves.
Jane settled in on the other side of me, not nearly as close as my warm bodied little girl was though. That was pretty much normal though, Jane and I hadn’t been intimate in so long neither of us could really recall the last time we’d cuddled, much less made love. Don’t think I’m complaining though, she and I are truly friends more than ever. We just knew that it was uncomfortable for me to stretch her misshapen vaginal canal with my slightly larger than average member. Not to brag, but most white guys can’t boast of a two plus inch wide girth and ten inch length dick like I can.
The music was okay by Brenda’s way of thinking, though a bit too frantic for my tastes I could tolerate it pretty well. The commentary was pretty good as the past year’s events and highlights were discussed, most of which were news to me since I don’t keep up with the actors, musicians and models the way the younger generation does. Along about 10:00 Jane decided she’d had enough of the show and said, “I’m going to go watch a video. Let me know when the ball is going to drop and I’ll come watch it with you guys.” I smiled and nodded as she rose and made her way into the master bedroom at the far end of the house. I heard the hall door close; apparently she wanted to be able to hear the show she preferred to watch over the sounds of the festivities on the TV in the living room.
I looked over at Brenda, her smile even warmer and more enticing than ever as she said, “I’m gonna go change into my nightie so I’ll be ready for bed when the new year gets here.”
I thought to myself as she rose and swayed her hips walking away, “Damn, I was hoping to continue our cuddling so I could feel her body close with just that thin material separating us.” I immediately chastised myself for the thoughts of such perversion, but what can I say? I am only human and she has got to be the most enticing young woman I’ve ever seen. I settled back into the plush cushions of the sofa and waited for Brenda to return, no doubt dressed in flannel pajamas just to frustrate me even more than I was already.
I was so wrong! When she walked back into the living room my jaw literally dropped open at the sight. She not only didn’t have on flannel, it wasn’t pajamas either. The nightie she was wearing revealed even more than the hotter than hot dress she had been wearing. I could see she still wasn’t wearing a bra, the fabric just sheer enough to barely cover her lush curves and short enough to all but reveal her juncture. I couldn’t help but be aroused looking at such perfection, her nipples seemed even harder than my growing erection.
She walked over to the sofa as I watched every move, every sway of her hips a tease, each delicious jiggle of her firm tits and hard nipples enough to make me whimper with needs I shouldn’t feel. When she was in front of me she looked down and grinned, the reason pretty obvious as her eyes fixed on the swollen mass lying along my pant leg. She turned and fitted herself onto my lap and settled her groin over my swollen mass. I was in such shock I wasn’t sure what to do; to push her away or wrap my arms around her? The question was mute as her arm slipped around my shoulders and she whispered, “I heard grandma snoring. I thought she was already asleep, so I peaked in and she’s out.” I could feel every move of her cheeks seated across my lap, and I knew she could feel the reaction of my body as she managed to move ever so seductively over the bulge with the warmest part of her body. I heard her moan softly as she managed to have my length between her legs and pressed her juncture against the quickly hardening mass of my cock.
I raised my hands and pushed against her shoulders to have a bit of distance between our upper bodies. I couldn’t do much about her moist groin wriggling along my growing needful member, but had to say something. “Benda, you have to know what you’re doing is so wrong. I want,” I managed to get out before her finger pressed to my lips to silence me.
“G-pa,” she cooed softly as she leaned back against me, “How can anything that feels this good be wrong?” Her face turned to mine and she brushed her lips over my own. I groaned as I felt her warm juncture pressing down over my lust filled cock, her lips pressing to my own. I couldn’t have denied what she said if I was a saint, but knew that if Jane woke up and came out we’d be totally screwed. But, as her lips pressed against mine I was already lost and our kiss deepened, our lips parting to allow each other to taste the other’s need for more than we should share. When our lips parted I was gasping like a teen ager in heat and she knew I was hers for the taking. “Grandma asked me to help you bring in the New Year G-pa. She has known I’ve wanted to be with you for a long time and thought this would be the best time for us to make love.”
“Brenda,” I chastised, “How can you say that your grandmother wants you to be with me? She and I never talk about sex, much less do it anymore. This is so wrong; we can’t do this.” She smiled and ground her warm bare pussy against my hard thick erection restrained only by the lightweight khaki cargo pants I was wearing. I tried once again to push her away, though I wanted to do just what she was asking of me. I felt the warm moisture of her groin soaking through my pant leg and groaned softly hoping I could get away with what she was asking of me.