It’s Not Really Incest-But Just Feels Like….

You know, I can't really say when it began, just that it seems as if it had always been.

Brian Gillette was actually my Grandmother's husband, but I had always called him Grandpa. Over the years, he had been the one who stood by me through life's traumas and the frequent conflicts with my Grandmother. For as long as I can remember, he had filled the role of Grandfather in my life.
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I truly believe that on some level, I had always been in love with my Grandpa Brian, and I would sometimes wake in the night, lying next to him, and think of how it was between us.

I remember how I would crawl onto his lap at night to watch TV or a movie, and as the evening wore on, I would eventually close my eyes, rest my head on his chest, and relax my body against his. Eventually, my eyes would flutter open when I recognized the warm, comforting feel of his hand coaxing the crotch of my panties to the side as he gently but knowingly would rub and caress me down there, between my legs. God help me . . . I'd whimper and start to moan quietly, as Grandpa brought me to a soft orgasm, all the while whispering, "Yessss, baby . . . yes. That's it, that's my sweet girl."

I knew his feelings for me were changing; I could see it in his face and hear it in his voice. After a while, just touching me wasn't enough, and when I was older, he taught me to suck his cock. I loved him then with a different kind of love and clearly remember telling him that I loved him. Fully expecting him to laugh, in my youthful innocence and inexperience, I eagerly promised him I would always suck his cock, whenever he wanted. He didn't laugh.

Things really began to change after my Grandma passed away. I have no doubt Grandpa Brian (Grandpa) had loved my Grandma, and he had a difficult time of it after his loss. I think this may have been the first time in his adult life that he had felt truly alone, and my heart went out to him. I was always there to support him in every way I could. Within a year of his becoming a widower, Grandpa Brian and I had "real" sex for the first time, and not long after the start of the new year, Grandpa had impregnated me.
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I had just turned twenty.

Two months ago, I had a doctor's appointment and learned I was pregnant . . . pregnant with my Grandpa's baby. Strangely, I was unnerved by the news and yet happy, excited, and for some reason, hesitant to tell him, unsure and maybe a little afraid. Even though, more than once, when he was at the peak of orgasm, he had thrust deep and high up inside my pussy, and in between grunts and groans, told me that he was going to put a baby inside me.

I had always tried to be careful. I couldn't take the pill, but had insisted that he use condoms, although more often than not he "forgot" to put one on. I tried asking him to pull out, to which he would always reply, "Okay. . . alright . . . don't worry, I'll pull out," but this seldom happened. Obviously, none of my efforts were successful. I suppose it just goes to show that, regardless of your best intentions to change or prevent a specific outcome, inevitably, things happen.
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I am a petite girl, 5' 4", slim, athletic build, but shapely, maybe 120 lbs. before getting knocked up. I have thick, shoulder-length, wavy auburn hair, green eyes, firm, pert breasts, and rounded, feminine hips. I think I had what people (men) thought of as that "girl next door" look, but innocently sexual at the same time.

I always thought Grandpa was a handsome, desirable man, not at all the grandpa type. Grandpa was tall and still relatively fit, though the effects of too many beers and too little exercise had begun to show in a developing "beer belly." Large, bright, intelligent brown eyes combined with a broad nose, square chin, and still thick dark hair streaked with silvery sprays of hair at his temples and a long, thick cock that any woman would be happy to service.

Funny . . . I can remember when I was the reluctant one, the one Grandpa had to coax to have sex, but sex during my pregnancy had changed all of that . . . I couldn't seem to get enough of him, and he never refused me. Despite my growing belly, it was still comfortable for Grandpa to fuck me missionary (my favorite position). When I needed him, he'd put me on my back, spread my knees open, and slowly, carefully fuck me to orgasm.
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Grandpa loved my pregnancy tits, medium sized but well-shaped and firm with extended sensitive nipples. The further I progressed in my pregnancy, the more he was infatuated by their increasingly heavy, full milkiness. I must admit I enjoyed his mouth, the way he would suckle and sometimes actually bite the swollen, hard nipple, making me whimper and my clit throb. I had discovered when I was a kid and learning about my body that when I masturbated, I could definitely feel a connection between my nipples and my clit. The feeling was magnified when Grandpa touched me . . . it felt like an electrical tingle that would flow from my nipples to my clit. Grandpa said that touching them, sucking them, always got him excited, and the resulting hard-on could only be satisfied with him giving me a good, thorough fucking.

Even into my seventh month, at night he liked to spoon against me from behind, and just his nearness would make my pussy wet and my engorged breasts start oozing with milk. My leaking tits would only get him more aroused, and he'd part my thighs and stick his swollen, pulsing cock in me. This craving for my Grandpa's cock was undeniable. No matter how much he made me cum, I wanted more of his mouth on me, I wanted more of his cock fucking me hard and deep.
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One night, I had just gotten out of the shower and was standing naked when he came into the bedroom and just stood there staring at my pregnant body. I was in my third trimester, belly round and taut, pussy lips pink and swollen, clearly visible between my thighs, and my breasts full and considerably bigger than they would have been before he put his baby in me. I looked up when he crossed to the rocking chair in the corner near the big window and watched as he took his cock out. At the sight of my swollen pussy, he had begun jerking himself. I dropped the towel I had been drying myself with on the floor and climbed onto Grandpa's lap, facing him. Placing his hands on each side of my hips, he lovingly caressed my ass before he raised and then lowered my pussy onto his bulbous cock head. Closing my eyes, I found myself wanting him to pound my pregnant pussy.

I moaned softly against his cheek as my body shifted in accommodation of his manhood.

"That's it . . . Feel it stretch, baby. Yes, that's it. Let that pussy open up wide for Grandpa. That's my good girl," he coached.

With my arms around his neck, my pregnant belly pressed against his chest, my pussy wet, tight, and grasping, I would ride Grandpa's rigid cock until his breathing quickened and his hands trembled. When I stilled, I could still feel him pulsing inside me.

"Damn it! God Damn it, he grumbled suddenly in a choked voice. I can't hold back much longer with you doing that."

I slowed the up and down movement on his cock and whispered against his cheek, "It's okay, don't hold back. Cum when you're ready."

Grandpa stood, lifted me from his lap, and walked over to the bed, where he lay me on my back. Being careful of my protruding belly, now on his knees, Grandpa got between my legs that were spread wide for him and pushed inside me. Grandpa had begun forcefully thrusting with an almost desperation until I groaned and dug my nails into his arm. "The baby . . . the baby," I said in a barely audible voice and saw Grandpa's features soften as his movements slowed and gentled. With his eyes focused on me and his large hands caressing my belly, he suddenly grimaced and closed his eyes. As he pressed my legs open, I felt hot cum shoot inside my pussy. Grandpa let out a guttural moan when he came . . . pulling me with him.

"Oh god. Oh my god," I stuttered seconds before I began to cum on Grandpa's pulsing cock. It felt wonderful, satisfying.

After several minutes, Grandpa slowly withdrew his cock from my pussy. Moving down my body, he gently sucked my clit, and covered my pussy with his mouth. My legs instinctively spread open wider, and I held his head closer to me, nestled snuggly between my thighs.

"FUCK. Fuck, Grandpa. I'm cumming again, Grandpa . . ." I screamed as I came into my Grandpa's eager, knowing mouth.

I lay there content, my legs spread, as my Grandpa Brian enjoyed the taste of our love.