I don't think it was really deliberate . . . at first, anyway. Only once things started, well . . . my son's been a "dirty old man" since the ripe old age of 10, (or maybe even younger) when I first caught him in bed with his little sister who was only 7 at the time. And the exercises he was doing then, wasn't "push-ups" either. And as for his wife Shari . . . well, I always DID think the little nymphomaniac was about as good a match for my son as it was possible to get. So it COULD have been intentional . . . only if it had been, don't you think Mike would have somehow arranged for it to be HIM, instead of his rather staid and normal father? Of course, that might have been the whole idea; but I doubt it. I think it just happened the way it SEEMED to happen; and once it did, my horny son and equally horny daughter-in-law "got off" on the idea so much, they just decided to let it continue. (Well, OK . . . maybe they even encouraged Cindy a little, once they knew what was going on.)

No, Shari did NOT put me in bed with her daughter. Things just happened.

It all started when my son and his wife invited me to stay with them "for a while" after Marge died. Jennifer had made a similar offer; but somehow I felt her husband wasn't as sincere about having his father-in-law spend an unspecified but lengthy time in their house, where one of his daughters would have had to give up her room for me. (Jenny at 25 has three beautiful kids, the youngest of whom is three years older than her brother's oldest child . . . unless Colleen is . . .)

So I took Mike up on his offer, as Shari seemed to be as eager to have me around to play with my favorite granddaughter as her husband was.

It's funny, Jenny always was "Daddy's girl" while my relationship with my son was more father/friend than intimately close, but I ended up staying with him and his wife instead of her. Now if it had been Jenny who had instigated things, after the torrid affair she had with Mike for almost five years until he met Shari, (not to mention the affair WE had for almost a year between Mike and her present husband) it somehow wouldn't have surprised me to find myself in bed naked with all THREE of her daughters, while she encouraged me to teach them about sex and babies. Especially remembering the way she had seduced me back then. Only maybe that's why her husband didn't seem to be as enamored about the idea as my daughter was. Whatever. In any case, I wasn't really thinking about sex when I moved in with my son and his family. In fact, once Marge died, I pretty much wrote off my sex-life; as I figured I'd never find another woman like her, and I wasn't sure I wanted to try. In the meantime, (if I needed it) I could always use my hand.

With all this discussion about sex, I know it SOUNDS like this WAS deliberate, when I'm trying to show why I think it wasn't. I could be wrong, but I don't think so. It was just an accident . . . more of a misunderstanding, than anything.

Shari was pregnant with Melissa at the time, and I think in the bother of setting up "my" room, they never really explained to Cindy that "her" bed was being set up in the same room they were preparing for her little sister. I think she just thought that was the nursery for the baby, not her room as well. Add to this, the fact that Mike and Shari had just managed to get the little girl to start sleeping in her OWN bed, instead of with them (thus putting a crimp in what was normally a rather active sex-life) and you can see how what happened might have been unintentional. I KNOW they prepared a bed for her . . . I checked afterwards. That night, I was just too sleepy, after moving my stuff in.

So what happened? You mean you haven't figured it out already?

About 10:00 that night, after snuggling down to sleep in the bed I figured I would be sleeping in for the next month or two at least, the door to the bedroom opened, and my granddaughter slipped inside, and calmly climbed in bed with me! Now don't get me wrong . . . Cindy was only three years old, and I was FAR from being a pedophile (then). It wasn't sexual thoughts at all, merely the impropriety of letting a little girl sleep in the same bed with a man old enough to be her grandfather, that bothered me. I never even thought of molesting my own granddaughter, and certainly never expected her to molest me. I mean, things like that only happen in sex-stories written by horny teenagers for kicks. However, I WAS worried about how it might look, if anybody found out the little girl was sleeping with me. Not that anybody would really suspect me of molesting her even then . . . Christ, she was only three years old! As said, the little girl had been sleeping with her parents for years, and nobody had objected (until recently anyway), so sleeping with her grandfather instead, wasn't that big of a deal. Only Cindy WAS getting bigger now, and little girls DO notice things. While I certainly wouldn't do anything sexually to HER, that didn't mean my body wouldn't get aroused . . . especially since Marge wasn't around to help any more. I mean, men get "wet dreams" and somehow I just couldn't see myself explaining what all that "white stuff" all over the sheets was to a 3-year-old. Let's face it, I was embarrassed.

"Uh, Honey," I started to object (way too late), as Cindy slid under the covers, and started to snuggle up to me, like some kind of friendly kitten, "don't you think you should sleep in your OWN bed?"

"Hnnnh?" murmured Cindy sleepily. "This IS my bed, Grampa. Night." Oh shit.

I resolved to ask Mike and Shari in the morning . . . I was too tired to start an argument now. In the meantime, I could just turn over and get some sleep.

Only the insistent pressure of the little girl's body next to mine, and the warm heat flowing from her just reminded me how completely unsatisfying it was to cuddle up to a cold unfeeling pillow . . . especially, when you've grown used to snuggling up to the warm body of your wife for over 40 years. It just isn't even adequate, let alone comforting to sleep alone.

Who knows, Maybe Shari and Mike DID send the little girl to sleep with me, knowing how unsatisfactory it was to sleep alone. Even so, I don't think they expected me to molest their little girl. I mean, I obviously loved her a lot (and I did, and do).

However, one tiny thing STILL makes me suspect that maybe it WAS deliberate on Shari's part at least, what happened then and later. You see, I always sleep naked, and the whole family knows it (or at least Mike does). And my granddaughter, while demurely covered in a short cotton nightie, was NOT wearing panties . . . cotton or otherwise. So, when I finally gave in, and turned over to snuggle up to the warm little body sharing my bed, my half-erect prick rubbed up against bare skin! I didn't fully realize what was happening until I had cuddled fully up to my little granddaughter, my horny calloused hand had slid up underneath the little girl's nightie, and my (now swollen) prick was rubbing up against the child's warm little but, and the head was poking between her legs (more straining against them, than poking between them). Oh shit, really. The shock of adrenaline I got, woke me up fully to what I was doing. Here I was, lying naked in bed next to my little 3-year-old granddaughter, my prick poking at her butt and legs, while I felt-up the little girl underneath her nightgown! For a second, the fright at what I accidentally found myself doing froze me in place, while Cindy sighed and snuggled closer.

As I said, I froze in place. Then, once I realized what I was doing, I tried to pull away. Carefully, I tried to extract my big hand from underneath the little girl's nightgown, without calling her attention to the obscene liberties her grandfather had been taking with her by feeling her up like that.

Only Cindy wouldn't let go. When she felt me start to pull away, the little girl wrapped her arms around my hand, and held it against her body. The sensuous feel of the little girl's skin against my hand was causing my already erect penis to get even harder. I just HAD to pull away, before Cindy noticed.

Only she already had. "Please, Grampa?" she whimpered; clutching my hand to her body even tighter.

I decided the best thing to do was explain (even though explaining was the last thing I wanted to do right then . . . I was TIRED, and wanted to go to sleep without worrying about scaring my granddaughter by accidentally molesting her in my sleep). I wanted to just turn over.

"I'd better stop," I explained. "Your mother might not like it, if she finds out I'm feeling you up underneath your clothes like this." There, I'd said it. Though, "might not like it," was a gross understatement of what would be most women's reaction to finding their father-in-law feeling up their 3-year-old little girl underneath the child's nightclothes! I just hoped that Cindy would have sense enough to realize this, and not get me in trouble.

Only my granddaughter had other ideas about things. "It's OK, Grampa," she said; snuggling back at me insistently. "I don't mind."

I was about to explain, that her "minding" wasn't what mattered, when she continued; explaining to me that it was. "You can 'feel me up' if you want to," she continued, "Momma told me about that, and how I'm not supposed to let men touch me like this, unless I want them to. I asked her, and she said it's OK if I want to; so you can feel me up all you want."

Somehow I just didn't believe Cindy had completely understood what her mother was trying to teach her. I know (from raising my own kids) how hard it is to teach them about sex and molestation, without frightening them. Still, if I pulled away after that revelation by my granddaughter, then I would probably hurt the child's feelings worse than if I DID molest her. On the other hand, snuggled up to the child, with my hand resting on her smooth belly and chest, was creating another problem.

"Uh," I tried to explain, "I'd still better turn over . . . My . . . my 'thing' is . . ." How could I explain that my penis was about to squirt thick white cum down her leg, and make a mess of the bed, in spite of the fact that it was aching from being bent down, instead of up, where it would be more comfortable?

"Oh . . . that's OK, Grampa . . . here." With this, the little girl almost DID blow my mind completely away, as she lifted one leg, and then reached down and calmly fitted my prick between her thighs, before snuggling back at me, so that almost three inches of my swollen prick stuck out from HER front, as if my granddaughter had a fat little 3" prick of her own. "Daddy used to have trouble sleeping too," she explained, snuggling back at me. Five minutes later, the child's soft breathing told me that my granddaughter was asleep, with my big horny hand still clasping her around the middle, and my swollen prick still throbbing urgently between her legs. I defy anybody out there to not be aroused at a situation like this. Even though she was only three years old, the situation was incredibly erotic. Not that I had any intention of "doing" anything about it, mind you. As I said, the little girl was only three, and I was NOT a pedophile (yet, anyway). Only I'd like to see ANY man go to sleep with his thick prick wedged between his granddaughter's thighs, and her bare but bumping against his groin, while she clasps his hand against the smooth baby-soft skin of her bare belly, up under her nightshirt, without having at least SOME sexual reaction to it. I was only human; so I've got to admit it was one of the most arousing thing that ever happened to me since the time I first caught Mike slipping the meat to his little sister, while the little girl wrapped her legs around the older boy and urged him on. Or, even before that, when Marge and I . . . but my sexy wife isn't here any more to defend herself . . . let's just say she was as oversexed as our children, or even Shari. That night in the hayloft, for instance . . . Makes me almost cum at the very thought . . . just like the memory of Cindy that night.

Now you may not believe this, but that's ALL that happened that night. I did NOT molest the little girl by feeling her up. I did NOT slip my swollen prick up inside her (not that it would have fit if I had tried). I did NOT even slide my prick in and out between her legs.

I know, you don't have to believe this, any more than you have to believe ANY of this story, but I didn't even pull away and jack-off that night, even though I was sorely tempted to. The reason I didn't, was only partly because I was afraid of waking the little girl up, and having to explain what I was doing, while my peter spewed thick white baby-juice all over me, the bedsheets, and her, was too embarrassing. Besides, frankly I ENJOYED being snuggled comfortably up to someone who didn't seem to mind my prick between her legs, like I hadn't done for almost a year before my wife died. The sensual satisfaction that gave me more than made up for the sexual torture of neglecting the pressure in my prick. Aw, who am I kidding? It wasn't sexual torture; it was sensual pleasure, felling the child softly breathing, while her body and legs gave my penis a soft massage like it hadn't had since . . . since I can't remember. I can't say there wasn't ANY temptation to do more; but if there was, the temptation was very small. It took me almost an entire hour to fall asleep clutching the child to my belly, while she not only didn't pull away, but seemed to enjoy being that physically close to me. (The only way she could have been closer, was if my prick HAD somehow managed to get inside her . . . but with me being a fairly normal-sized adult male, and my granddaughter being a normal 3-year-old, [albeit slightly precocious] made such a thing impossible [outside of forcible rape] at that time.) I love all my granddaughters; but (as I said earlier) Cindy is my favorite. Spending the night like that, just made me love her more. Even though I knew I would have to put a stop to this, and explaining exactly what happened tomorrow to her mother was slightly scary, I wasn't TOO frightened to try to avoid it. After all, I hadn't DONE anything to her, and her parents knew how much we loved each other. (OK, who am I kidding NOW? I was scared to death at the very thought of "explaining" this to her parents . . . especially Mike.)

When I woke up the next morning, it was to Shari bustling around the room, seeming to not even notice that she was almost half-naked in a baby-doll nightie that barely reached her succulent bottom, in her father-in-law's bedroom. Shari was busy gathering up her daughter's clothing from the night before, where the little girl had left them alongside the bed. (I hadn't even noticed the little girl getting undressed then . . . I REALLY must have been half-asleep.) The clothes were kicked partly off the bed, leaving me with a rapidly hardening erection, at the sight of the beautiful woman bending over next to me, to pick up her daughter's panties and short little dress.

Oh shit. I looked over beside me, and there was Cindy . . . still sleeping soundly, with her nightdress pulled up almost to her armpits; exposing her tiny body from the chest down. If anybody had taken a picture of the two of us, her like that, and me with the erection her mother gave me, I could have been convicted instantly of child molestation, even if I never touched her. Shari noticed first my gaze on her; and seemed to bask in it; then followed my gaze to where her daughter lay in dishabille, and smiled at me.

"Well, I can see that YOU'RE not dead yet," she said with a grin; looking at my suddenly shrinking penis, which was shriveling under the fright of Shari seeing me with her daughter like that. "Maybe sometime we can put that 'thing' of yours to good use," she teased me. God, I was tempted to pull the woman down in the bed with me, and fuck her right then and there . . . probably giving her daughter a lesson in sex-education right then. Only . . . only I didn't want to hurt Mike, and I CERTAINLY didn't want to scare Cindy. So instead, I just grinned at my sexy daughter-in-law, and replied as cheerily as I could (considering where I was, and who was sleeping next to me), "maybe we can sometime." Even pregnant, Shari had a body that most women would kill for.

Shari grinned back at me; wriggled her cute little butt back at me, and headed for the door. She didn't seem to be annoyed at being turned down; as long as I didn't say, "No, never." Shari is a slut; and she ENJOYS being a slut.

"Breakfast will be ready in about 20 minutes," her voice came floating back. "You'd better wake Cindy, so she can get ready . . . and NO, not with that 'thing' between your legs. Use your hand. Cindy's a little young yet to learn about the uses men have for that . . . but I'm not."

I felt a wave of relief wash over me, like cold water. Shari was NOT mad at me for letting her little girl share my bed. I found out later, that Cindy had quite often slipped into bed with her parents, just like she had with me, and Shari was only teasing me. She knew I wouldn't molest the little girl.

That morning, I decided I'd better clear things up anyway. At first, it was hard to say anything, as Shari kept piling the plates with bacon, eggs, toast, and juice until I felt I was about to burst. It was only when we all settled down afterwards with a hot cup of coffee for us adults, and a second glass of juice for Cindy.

"Cindy slept with me last night," I said. Better for ME to bring it up, than have her do it, or have one of her parents accuse me of something.

"Oh?" asked Mike; prompting me and Cindy for more. Shari just giggled. SHE knew where her daughter had spent the night.

"Uhuh," burbled Cindy into her glass of juice. "Grampa's nice . . . he doesn't squirm like you and Momma," she volunteered.

"Uh, Honey," said Shari, "you were SUPPOSED to sleep in your own bed in the Den . . . where we've got the new bed set up next to the crib."

"Can't," replied the child.

"Why not?" This time, my son asked the question.

"It's COLD in there," she complained. "Besides, I don't LIKE sleeping alone. Grampa's NICE."

I shrugged. At least I had done MY duty. Now it was up to the girl's parents to tell her to sleep in her own bed.

"Uh, Honey . . . I don't think you understand," said Shari, tentatively. "You remember last week, when I told you about what men like to do to little girls like you?"

Suddenly I was hot under the collar; as I remembered just how closely this conversation was paralleling the one Cindy and I had the night before.

"Uhuh," replied Cindy. "You told em how men might want to 'feel me up' underneath my clothes, and touch me between the legs and things like that."

There was a collective sigh of relief, that turned out to be short-lived.

"You told me I shouldn't let anyone touch me there, when I didn't want it," the 3-year-old continued.

"Then you see why you shouldn't really be sleeping with your grandfather?" prompted Shari.

"Uh uh," denied the little girl. "Why?"

"Because if you sleep next to him, your grandfather might feel tempted to do those 'things' to you, like I told you about," replied her mother, somewhat testily.

"So?" asked the child, with a logic all her own. "I LIKE Grampa. He can feel me up all he wants to. I don't mind. I told him so last night, too."

Suddenly I was REALLY hot under the collar; blushing uncontrollably as Shari raised her eyebrows at me.

"But Cindy . . .," she started.

Cindy pouted. "You DID tell me it was OK to do it with someone I wanted to, didn't you?" she asked.

"Well, yes but . . ." My daughter-in-law was nonplused. Surprisingly, my son seemed more amused at his wife being caught like this, than annoyed at either Cindy or me, for what we (it was becoming obvious) had done the night before.

"Well I LIKE doing it with Grampa," continued her daughter. "He's nice to me, aren't you Grampa?" I looked over helplessly at my amused son, and his seemingly confused wife, as their daughter climbed into my lap. I nodded.

"So Grampa can 'feel me up' whenever he wants to, won't you?" she asked; looking me straight in the eye.

Now it was MY turn to be confused.

"Please?" she asked. "I wanna feel you do it . . . please Grampa?" Oh shit.

I looked over at my horny son; who looked like he was about to split a gut keeping from laughing; while his wife Shari looked like the dog who finally caught the train after chasing it all his life . . . and didn't know what to do with it. At first she tried to avoid my questioning eye; but I wasn't about to give in to her daughter without Shari's approval. Finally, she shrugged and nodded back at me.

"Please Grampa?" repeated Cindy. The byplay with her parents wasn't completely lost on the little girl. Cindy was smarter, and knew more about things than you would expect from a 3-year-old.

"Right NOW?" I asked, uncertain that she really wanted this.

"Uhuh." I figured out later that while Cindy didn't care much whether I molested her or not, she DID want BOTH of her parents to see that it was something SHE wanted, not something I was asking her to do.

As I said, Cindy is one VERY smart little girl. If she had waited until later, the opportunity would have been lost; and she would have ended up sleeping in her own cold and lonely bed for the rest of the time I was there (which probably would only have been a month or so, at the outside).

Feeling like some child-molesting pedophile (but also strangely calm and happy to be making my granddaughter happy) I slowly slipped my hand up under the little girl's short dress; carefully watching for any sign of annoyance, discomfort, or disgust from her, or outrage and anger from her parents.

Cindy just sat there in my lap; staring at her parents as if daring them to say ANYTHING, while my hand slipped under the elastic at the waist of the short little skirt, and up against the bare skin of her flat little chest.

Mike just raised an eyebrow at me, while Shari stared open-eyed at her father-in-law molesting her little girl right in front of her.

Only it sure didn't FEEL like I was molesting Cindy. In fact, it was more like she was molesting US. For sure, she was messing with the minds of all three adults.

"Mmmm, that's nice," she said; snuggling into my lap and forcing her flat little chest against the big hand rubbing her belly and mosquito-bite titties. "But aren't you supposed to feel me 'down there' too?" Oh double-shit.

I looked over at the little girl's parents with a question in my eyes. Mike was too busy trying to keep from giggling to answer. "Do it," snapped Shari.

"Uh, but . . ." I said. Feeling the little girl up under her dress was one thing . . . touching her privates was something else.

"She wants it . . . do it," replied Shari, firmly.

I shrugged, and "did it." Reversing the direction of my hand, I slid it down and UNDER the tight elastic of the child's panties. Cindy gasped, and almost winced, when I first touched her tiny little slit; but she didn't pull away from me either; just staring defiantly at her parents, as if daring them to object to what they had previously told her was OK for her to do . . . if SHE wanted to.

Cindy was NOT wet "down there." I had to extract my hand from her panties (giving me a momentary dirty-look from her), wet my finger with saliva, and then put it back in her pants, before there was enough lubrication to do what I knew I had to do. With the help of the saliva, I rubbed and twisted on the tiny nubbin at the top of the child's slit, until she suddenly relaxed and told me, "That feels good Grampa," while spreading her legs for easier access. At the same time, Cindy seemed to lose interest in whether her parents objected or not; being satisfied that they wouldn't stop her now.

"Oooh," she shivered, as the lubrication of my saliva combined with a tiny bit of her own lubrication to allow one knuckle of my middle finger to penetrate her tiny little slit. Both parents now made no pretense of anything but slackjawed interest at the sight of their little girl getting fingered by her own grandfather.

I only got about a knuckle and a half inside the little girl, before she winced and I felt a rubbery resistance to my finger poking. My 3-year-old granddaughter was the very FIRST virgin I ever felt up.

Cindy shuddered in my lap, as I carefully extracted my finger from inside her body, then pulled out my hand altogether. "That'll have to do for now," I said; removing my hand from inside her panties and then her dress too.

"You're sure?" she asked; waiting to see if I wanted to do anything else. Somehow I have no doubt that if I had wanted to, the little girl would have taken her panties and dress off, and let me TRY to fuck her right there. That's what it would have been though . . . try. No way would my adult-sized dong have ever fit inside that tiny little slit of hers. Heck, the tip of my finger had barely fit inside her.

At my nodded reassurance, Cindy made one last stab at assuring there was no mistake about what SHE wanted. "Promise me you'll do that whenever you want to, OK?" she asked. The voice was light and sweet; but I could hear the pleading behind it. "I promise," I said . . . and strangely I meant it. only Cindy was to find out that I "wanted" to do such things far less than those men her mother had warned her about.

"Thanks, Grampa," she said . . . then after thinking or a moment, "And Grampa?"

"Yes, Honey?"

"Promise you'll do that 'other thing' Momma was telling me about, with your 'thing down there'," she said. It took me a while to figure out what she meant, but when I did, the meaning almost blew my mind away! THIS however, I was not just going to reply blindly to. "Whenever YOU feel you're ready," I replied; as I looked my daughter-in-law right in the eye, while I promised her three-year-old little girl I'd fuck her whenever she wanted me to.

Neither of the child's parents said a word at this; though they both looked thoughtful.

"Thanks, Grampa," said the child; turning around to kiss me on the lips like no "little" girl is supposed to kiss a grown man. ("Where did she learn THAT," I wondered.) "How about right now?"

"No," I said firmly; swatting the cute little brat on the but with barely enough force to slow down a fly. "You're WAY too young yet, OK?"

"OK," she replied teasingly, "but you DID promise!" And that was that.

Both Mike and Shari breathed a sigh of relief. I guess they wondered what would happen if either Cindy or I had insisted on going "all the way" right then.

So that's how my granddaughter got me to promise to fuck her "when she was ready" when she was only three years old. Now MOST children, on extracting a promise from an adult at that age, would shortly forget they ever did it. Especially such promises as that.

Oh, occasionally little girls get their uncles, fathers or even grandparents to "promise to marry me" when they got older; but such promises, while sincerely meant when young, were soon forgotten. Only THIS promise never had a chance to get forgotten; as Cindy kept reminding me of it almost every day for the next three years, and almost once a week after that. I guess THAT way, she kept reminding herself as well.

After that scene in the kitchen that morning, nobody ever mentioned making the little girl sleep in her own bed. After about a week of finding me and Cindy lying peacefully asleep in the morning, cuddled up to each other like a kitten with a Saint Bernard dog, Shari quietly took down the cot from the nursery, and Cindy's clothes appeared in my room, along with her dresser to put them in. Nothing was ever said again about me molesting the little girl either. Which was quite appropriate; because I didn't. From then on, while Cindy and I slept together like a kitten with her mother, I never "felt her up" more than I did that first night by sliding my hand under her nightdress. In fact, usually my hands were OUTSIDE the child's nightgown, and rarely did I go to sleep with a hard-on; having decided to "relieve myself" each day, so I wouldn't be bothered while sleeping with the little girl.

For almost two years, until shortly after the child's 5th birthday (and shortly before her little sister's second birthday) things remained like this. Every night the two of us would sleep together; and that's all it was. I think that Shari sometimes thought we did more; but there was no "more" that either of us felt like back then. Oh, occasionally I WOULD feel the little girl's body up, while snuggling up against her; but Cindy never said anything when I did; and she never again asked me to molest her either. Once, when I was jacking-off in the middle of the night, Cindy woke up and watched while I squirted thick white juice all over my hand; only asking if I needed some help when I finished squirting. I told her, "Thanks, but no," and that was it.

However, I don't want you to think that sleeping naked next to my granddaughter every night had NO effect on me. It did. It made me a LOT closer to the little girl; and I think it made her closer to me. And yes, it DID give me hard-ons. Not many at first (Christ, she was just a kid!), but more and more as first the months then the years progressed. By the child's fifth birthday party, when we must have had 100 giggling squirming kids running all over the place, I had started to get an erection every night from sleeping next to the little girl. I knew I would have to do something soon.

I think it was about a week after that fiasco of a birthday-party, where three kids got sick, and I slept alone for the first time in two years, while four other girls stayed over to visit with Cindy, that "it" happened. No, I didn't really plan on it; though I think Shari had been expecting something like it, ever since that morning when Cindy claimed her rights.

That night, I woke up with a piss-hard, at about 2:00 in the morning. It didn't bother me enough to make me get out of bed and go pee, until about an hour later though. By that time, laying next to my sleeping little granddaughter with her cute little butt rubbing against my swollen prick got me so hard I could barely pee when I finally DID get up. Then, when I got back in bed, my (for-real this time) erection wouldn't let me sleep. Somehow I found myself snuggled up to Cindy, with my prick rubbing against the child's legs. Back and forth I rubbed; until it caught me by surprise as I squirted thick white cum all over the child's legs. I hadn't really been sliding between the little girl's legs; as I had been too shy to lift one, and put it between them (I knew Cindy wouldn't mind). Still, thick white baby-juice squirted all over the little girl's legs, up her cute little butt, and even a little bit between her legs, where her tiny slit pooched back at me.

"Thanks, Grandpa," she murmured sleepily; reaching around to grab my wilting prick, and milk the last thick white drops out of her grandfather's penis, and onto her body. Then: "Ick. Your stuff is all sticky. If you're done, I'll go wash up, OK?" What could I say? I nodded mutely, while Cindy got up and toddled out to the bathroom. Silently I grabbed my shorts from the side of the bed, and used them to wipe up the little bit left behind.

Shortly Cindy returned, fresh-smelling from cleaning up. "Thanks, Grandpa," she repeated (her voice and diction a lot clearer now at five), "Can we do it again?" At my slack-jawed response, Cindy sighed and slipped into bed. "Well . . . maybe tomorrow huh?" she asked. "Maybe," I replied; certain that I would NOT be doing this again.

However, that night I found myself grabbing a handkerchief from the drawer (I haven't used a handkerchief for YEARS previous to that) and tucked it under the pillow, "Just in case."

You guessed it . . . that night, even before I got properly settled in, I had an erection that wouldn't quit. "Uh, Honey?" I asked, "Do you mind if I . . ." Here I raised Cindy's leg a little. Not only didn't Cindy mind; she lifted her leg, then fit my bloated prick between them, before snuggling back at me while she started making copulating motions, as if she was fucking me . . . which I guess she was, with her legs wrapped around my prick that way.

I was barely able to grab the handkerchief and slip it over the suddenly spewing end of my prick, before I got white sticky goo all over the sheets.

"Thanks, Grandpa," said Cindy; then drifted off to sleep with my sticky prick still dribbling a tiny bit of cum between her thighs.

For the next week or two, we repeated this; with me rubbing my prick between her legs until I lost control and filled the hankie with thick white goo. Each time Cindy thanked ME, as if it was her that got all the fun out of what I was doing. Surprisingly, she seemed to be completely sincere in her thanks; as if it was some kind of rare privilege to have your grandfather jack-off between your legs.

I think Shari suspected something too; as after the second time the look the older woman gave us over breakfast was kind of like the cat who ate the canary. Maybe it was the unmistakable smell of fresh cum drifting from between her daughter's legs . . . whatever.

As I said, this went on for about a week or two, until suddenly one night when I was about to cum, Cindy's helpful fucking motions caused my cum-dribbling prick to slip out from between her legs, and when I pushed back I felt a tight ring surround the tip. Somehow the head of my penis had pushed up against the tiny little hole between the child's legs. I was about to pull back, and correct my aim, when Cindy said, "Don't take it out, Grandpa . . . leave it there. It feels good."

That was too much. Unable to help myself, I let go; spewing gob after thick white gob of incestuous cum inside my own granddaughter. Somehow it was MUCH more satisfying to spew my cum inside the little girl, than all over her, even though I didn't really have even the tip of my prick properly inside her.

This time, there just wasn't any cum for me to wipe up; as Cindy had almost every drop trapped inside her tight little hole. "Thanks, Grandpa, that feels real good . . . can we do it like this more often?" she asked.

From that day on, I never used the handkerchief again.

Each night from then on, I would rub against my granddaughter until the urge to cum got almost overwhelming; then I'd place the tip of my prick up against the child's tiny little vagina; pushing until my prick made a seal against her hole, and spew what seemed like gallons of thick white sperm into the child's body. Cindy never got up afterwards; her tight little hole keeping almost all of my sperm trapped inside her body until morning.

Occasionally, (after a while) I actually jacked-off into the little girl; having Cindy lie on the bed with her legs spread, while I rubbed the head of my prick against her hole, and jacked on the shaft until I came in thick white gushes of seed inside her. Cindy seemed to like this a LOT; appreciating the attention to her hole even more than the thick white cream I pumped into her body each time. So, after a while I DID do what I had promised her to do over two years earlier . . . (No, not fuck her!), I molested her, like she (by now) obviously wanted me to; feeling her up until she got wet, and tickling her cunny, and massaging her tiny developing titties (still not much more than mosquito bites). After a while, I even started to give her some oral sex (At first, she didn't even believe I WANTED to). Let me tell you, the taste of little-girl-cunny is the sexiest thing there is. After tasting the little girl for about 10 minutes, it usually didn't take me more than about five or ten seconds more of rubbing my swollen peter against the little slit I had been licking, before I ejaculated what seemed like quarts of thick white cum inside her.

(In case you're wondering . . . Shari and I DID have a big affair going too . . . for a while . . . tapering off just about the time I first squirted cum in Cindy's tight little slit. I wonder if the timing was coincidental or not? With a horny woman like Shari, you never could be sure.

Yes, Mike knew about it; and no, he never complained. Shari could put out more than any three men could handle anyway . . . as he well knew. I think my son got more sex from his wife WHILE she was my mistress, than he did either before or after. and I never once heard him complain about not getting enough then, either.)

It was about three or four months before her 6th birthday, that one night Cindy and I were pushing together, she gave a loud, "Ow," and suddenly the head of my prick was inside her; spewing her tight little slit full of cum. It was barely a week after that, that found us with almost two-thirds of my prick buried in the little girl, while it spasmed and belched gob after thick sticky gob of incestuous seed at the child's cervix. I had finally kept the promise I made almost three years earlier, and not only taken the child's virginity, but had fucked her properly; with my prick belching incestuous sperm at the little girl's womb, as if I was trying to get the child pregnant before she even entered the first grade. By this time (and even before I took her virginity) Cindy knew just as well as I did, that the thick sticky goo I was squirting inside her was the stuff that made babies in little girls (when they were old enough). Cindy didn't seem to mind at all the idea of carrying her own grandfather's baby inside her tummy . . . any more than she seemed to mind me ejaculating my sperm inside her tummy each day; even though we both knew it would probably be several years before her cute little panties got tight. That didn't keep either of us from trying though.

Somehow the whole family seemed to know the moment I finally took the little girl's virginity; although neither Cindy nor I said a word about it. Even little Theresa seemed to know that her big sister and I had done something special. Nobody SAID anything; but the grins and jokes Mike and Shari made that day, made it certain they both knew.

After that, every time we had sex, no matter HOW it started, it always ended up with my prick buried as deep inside the child's body as it would go, while I emptied my prostate into the little girl, and did my best to fill her womb with our baby. Quite often after that, we would snuggle up and go to sleep with my prick inside her (not really fucking; just enjoying the extra closeness that such joining gives you), but usually before morning we would be enjoying a full-blown fuck; as the sensation of sex against sex got to much, and we couldn't keep from working to the climax of me squirting thick white seed in my granddaughter's tight little belly, and her tight little tunnel squeezing and clamping on me as SHE "got her rocks off" too. Yes, Cindy had been having full-blown orgasms since about the third time my prick got all the way inside her. It seems she needed that little extra stimulation, before she finally got to know what it was that her grandfather enjoyed so much about having sex with her. Once she did however; it was like she started chasing me.

This led to one afternoon, about a week after her 6th birthday, when I was sitting in my bathrobe watching TV. Cindy came into the room, saw me sitting there, and went back into her room for about ten seconds. Then she returned and climbed up on my lap. Woweee! The little girl had stopped to take her panties off, then returned to me completely bare underneath the short little skirt.

Reaching underneath herself, Cindy fit my swelling prick into her tight little hole, and sat down on me with a sigh. Even though it was slightly uncomfortable, because not ALL of my prick would fit inside her, WE still both enjoyed it very much.

Ten minutes later, Shari came into the room, and saw her little girl sitting comfortably on her grandfather's lap, while we both watched TV. From then on, for two hours, either Mike or Shari always seemed to be in the room. It was only after I suddenly groaned through an enormous orgasm, while Cindy jerked and squealed on top of me, that both parents left us alone long enough for Cindy and I to disconnect. Now I know they couldn't see through the short little skirt Cindy was wearing . . . but there's not a chance in the world they didn't know what was happening when Cindy started panting and moaning on top of me like that . . . not to mention the squirming faces I made, while I filled their child's womb with incestuous seed. No, both Mike and Shari knew full well what I was doing to their little girl; even though neither one said a single word about it . . . then or ever.

Well, once it started, just like once we started fucking "for real", the idea of the two of us fucking each other right under her parents' noses seemed to make Cindy hornier than ever (if possible . . . she was already as randy as both her mother and aunt put together). From then on, rarely a night went by without Cindy "joining me" in the big chair, where we remained "joined" until we had our respective orgasms . . . quite often right under one or the other of her parents' noses.

About the third time (or so) we didn't notice that Theresa was in the room watching interestedly, as Cindy fit my prick into her body and wriggled down as far as she could go. Once we knew however, Cindy seemed to get yet another thrill out of having her little sister watch her sliding down their grandfather's prick, before covering up with her short little dress. Often the child would sit there, looking up under Cindy's skirt, while we groaned through our respective orgasms. Whether she could see the actual coupling, I'm not sure; but the little girl certainly seemed fascinated by what she DID see.

For almost six months this continued; with me fucking the little girl almost every day, while one, the other, or both of her parents looked on from across the room while I filled their daughter's belly with incestuous cum; but everybody pretending that nothing more unusual was happening, other than a little pre-schooler sitting happily bouncing up and down in her grandfather's lap. Supposedly, Cindy's short little skirt hid from everybody the obscene things going on underneath it.

After a while, Cindy became less and less careful about how and when she came in to "sit on my lap"; even occasionally lifting her dress when her parents (supposedly) weren't looking, before she slid down my prick with a sigh of satisfaction. I guess the horny little kid wanted to be SURE her parents knew just what she and I were doing in that big chair, while we "watched TV together." At night too, Cindy became more and more vocal; seeming to want the entire family to know each time she climaxed, and also each time her horny grandfather filled her tight little tummy with sperm.

It was about three months after Cindy's seventh birthday, shortly after she entered the first-grade, and about two months after Theresa's fourth birthday, that the unexpected happened.

I was sitting (in my bathrobe, with nothing underneath it, as usual) in my normal chair watching TV, when Cindy's little sister came in the room, climbed up in my lap, reached down into my robe, pulled out my prick, and slowly wriggled her way down on it until the swollen member was halfway inside her, and poking against the little girl's 4-year old cervix! It seems that after watching her older sister take me inside her every day for almost a year, had convinced the younger girl that she had to do it too, if she was going to sit on her grandfather's lap like her big sister did every day.

I was too surprised myself to even object, and absolutely astonished that the pre-schooler could even fit my prick inside herself; as Cindy had been over a year older than the kid, when she first managed to take me inside her.

About then, Cindy's gasp of astonishment, as she saw me sitting with my prick buried halfway inside her little sister drew the children's parents to watch also. This time, there was absolutely NO doubt about what I was doing to their little girl, as Theresa still had her short little dress pulled up so she could "show off" to her big sister, that SHE was old enough to do the same thing the older girl did.

"Uh . . . A little young for you, don't you think?" was Shari's only comment, when she saw her youngest daughter impaled on my prick. I couldn't say anything in my defense . . . I didn't have any. Still, it was obvious that I was NOT raping the little kid, as Theresa was sliding up and down (as far as she could) on my prick, while I didn't even have a hand on her. Shortly, the child's incredible squeezing tightness was too much, and I was ejaculating great gobs of thick white cum in the little girl, while the whole family watched each incestuous bulge of cum ripple through my prick and into the 4-year-old child's welcoming young belly.

"Thanks, Grampa," said Theresa; sinking lower and lower on me, until the entire shaft had vanished inside her, as my penis slowly shrank.

Cindy looked steamed . . . in fact, she looked boiling mad. However, any objections she had to her little sister fucking the grandfather they both liked so much, she saved for private arguments later. In fact, I only learned about them the fourth or fifth time.

That night found me with BOTH little girls sleeping in my bed, and I'm not all that proud to admit that from then on I fucked both of them almost as often as I had previously been fucking Cindy. Two days later, I found the room had been redecorated with a kingsize bed, while Theresa's old nursery had been set up for the new baby that Mike and Shari had made the very same night they found me fucking their little girl in the living-room.

Even though I didn't really believe that a 4-year-old little girl could even WANT sex, like her older sister did, having the child climax noisily on my throbbing prick, while it spat what seemed like gallons of thick white sperm at the little girl's uterus, had a large tendency to make a believer, even out of me.

It was about a week after that first time, when I happened to pass the bedroom that was now OUR bedroom, to me, Cindy and Theresa too, when I caught the tail end of an obviously on-going argument.

"He's MY boyfriend," spat Cindy, at her little sister.

Theresa calmly unbraided one of her doll's hair, and started to re-braid it again. "He's mine too," she replied calmly.

"But you're too little to be fucking him," objected her older sibling.

"Am not . . . you've seen me," was the confident reply.

For a moment, I thought her little sister's answer had stopped Cindy; but she had one last try to make: "You can't even take him all the way up inside you," she weakly accused the younger girl.

"Neither can you," replied the 4-year-old; somewhat weakly this time. I could tell Cindy had "scored a point" on her little sister, as Theresa could barely get half of my adult-sized penis in her tiny little cunny, while Cindy only left a little over an inch or two outside hers. "Besides," she continued almost tearily, "I can do something you can't."

I could tell that Cindy felt a little guilty for making her little sister cry; so she offered the little girl a peace. "OK," she agreed. "If you show me you can do something I can't with Grandpa, then I'll agree to share him with you . . . as long as you show ME how to do it, that is. Only it had better be good. I can already suck cock better than you ever will." A just statement, as Cindy had just recently managed to "deep throat" me for the first time, while Theresa never did. Neither girl ever DID like taking me "up the ass" though they both did (later) on occasion.

I hurriedly backed out of the way, so the girls didn't find out I was spying on the. After all, their sibling rivalry wasn't my problem; as long as they worked things out between themselves without killing each other, that is. Not that two little girls at 4 and 7 years old are likely to do THAT much damage to each other . . . but I didn't want them TRYING, either.

I wondered just WHAT it was the little girl was going to show her big sister, that the two of us hadn't already done? The little girl seemed so SURE. Well, I'd find out, if I waited. I did.

That afternoon (it was a Saturday) Theresa took HER turn (I never DID figure out how the girl's decide whose turn it was, but there were never any fights over it either) on my lap. "Watch THIS," she said, before bending over to take my swollen member into her mouth. Cindy just snickered; as she had been sucking me off for over a year already (as I mentioned before). Only Theresa wasn't even planning on sucking me off; just trying to get me completely hard (she succeeded) and wet and slippery for what was to come. "Watch THIS," she repeated, as she turned around and putting her back to me, fit my swollen member up against her tiny little slit. Then, with mewls and grunts, the little girl slowly worked herself down until slightly over half of my prick was buried inside her, and the hard knob of the child's cervix was pushing against the head of my cock.

Cindy just raised her eyebrows, as if to say, "So?" while the two girls' parents watched their little girl fuck her grandfather. Ever since that first day the 4-year-old had taken her "turn" in my lap, neither child had made any secret about what they were doing there; just climbing on and fucking me whether Mike or Shari was watching or not.

"I said, just watch," said Theresa; pushing down even harder. I was about to say something, when the little girl spread her legs almost impossibly wide, and lifting both feet sank down on me to the root; with her tiny little uterus milking my prick like an incredible vagina-within-a-vagina. I couldn't help it . . . the stimulation of knowing the head of my penis was in the little girl's womb, and the incredibly erotic sensation of the child's uterus sucking on my prick, caused me to explode almost the second the tip of my prick snapped inside the child's sucking young womb. Gout after thick white gout of living seed splashed wetly into my granddaughter's welcoming young womb, as I did my best to father a child on the little girl who hadn't even started kindergarten yet. God, did that feel good.

"See," said Theresa happily, wincing slightly, but seeming to be quite pleased with the fact that her own grandfather's sperm was squirting in thick white jets into her womb where it belonged. "I told you I could do it."

Oooh, could she ever! It felt like my balls would never stop pumping cum into the child. We both winced with a common, "Oooh," when the head of my prick finally snapped out of the pre-schooler's tight little slit; but for the first time not a drop of sperm leaked out of the little girl; as her uterus had stripped every drop I had into her womb.

"Top THAT," the little girl challenged her big sister.

Cindy didn't even attempt to try. "You promised you'd show ME how to do it," she reminded her little sister.

"I had practice," grinned the little girl. "You'll have to have some too, if you don't want to get hurt."

My prick and balls were aching from ejaculating more sperm than I thought I had in me, in the little girl's womb. I wouldn't have been able to repeat the process with her older sister right then, even if Cindy had been able to. Luckily, it took several days before the older girl was getting me to ejaculate my seed in her womb, just like her little sister did.

Also luckily, neither girl seemed to enjoy this as much as regular sex, or I probably would have collapsed from spewing too much cum in both of them. Still, from then on, both girls added this to their repertoire; getting me to ejaculate right up inside their wombs about once a week or so, just like they both occasionally sucked me off, or I sucked each of them off. It was nice for variety; but nothing any of us wanted as a regular thing.

And, as a bonus, from then on, neither girl objected to the other one having sex with "her" man (me); simply sharing their grandfather, and actually helping each other get laid whenever the other one needed it. Even when Cince reached puberty, Theresa helped me impregnate her older sister, by giving up "her turn" when Cindy was between periods, and most likely to catch. Over the next five years, with both girls helping, I went from fucking Cindy two to three times a day, to fucking BOTH girls at least that often, while they occasionally helped each other out, when their man gave out on them.

Today, Cindy just turned 15, while Theresa won't be 12 for a couple of months yet. Still, the older girl is just barely "one-up" on her little sister, as Theresa's belly is starting to get big for the third time, while Cindy will be nursing our third child (boy this time) for about another year before we try for a fourth.

Yes, of COURSE I got my granddaughters pregnant! They both insisted on it, and I didn't have much say in the matter, except by stopping fucking them both; and they knew I wouldn't do that. As far as anyone outside the family knows: both girls just like to screw around, and keep getting pregnant by their boyfriends who get lost when the girls show up PG.

The sibling rivalry NOW seems to mainly consist of which girl will have the most kids before she gets too old to have any more. Well, I always DID want a big family. (Since all five kids have been sleeping in the same bedroom since the second was born, and remembering what happened with my eldest son and daughter, I'm likely to have a REALLY big family in about another 10 years. Thankfully my business is big enough that it looks like I can afford it.)

See . . . sibling rivalry can have positive effects too. It seems my horny son has been having a race with his horny little sister, to see which of them can have the most grandchildren. No, I don't know who knocked HER kids up; but whoever it is is two behind me, and losing ground. The funny thing is: No matter whether my son or daughter wins this race, I win, in either case!