Andy - A Grandpa’s Gift for his Granddaughters

Andy, 14, comforts her dying Pops, but his granddaughter finds them. Her final gift to him isn't anger, it’s joining them in a loving, taboo farewell.

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Susan Weller, Charlie McFadden’s granddaughter, had gotten the bad news and came as soon as her parents would let her travel. She knew his property and home well, including the fact that the old man rarely locked his doors. He was originally from a place where you didn’t have to, and as an avid marksman who was amazing with a gun, he had little to fear.
Even though his family knew he was well off, he didn’t give that impression. His home was kept well and internally modern, but it didn’t declare itself as containing anything worth stealing—just a comfortable old man.
When she approached the back door, she was surprised to see no activity in the kitchen or hear any of his usual morning sounds. He was an early riser. For a moment, she worried about his health, but the feeling settled. Her mom had insisted that from her last Zoom call, with Susan’s grandpa, that he wasn't at the visibly sick stage yet.
She stepped into the kitchen. She’d make him breakfast, and in doing so, make enough noise to announce herself. He’d always said unannounced strangers might get shot, and Susan believed that about her granddad. As she hovered in the kitchen, getting her bearings and remembering where everything was, she heard it.
A faint, rhythmic creaking from down the hall.
Susan approached her granddad’s bedroom, her steps silent on the worn hardwood. She was sure now. He was in there, fucking someone. A strange, fierce pride bloomed in her chest. He wasn’t just lying in bed accepting his fate. No, he was going out with a bang.
She got to the door and felt like she should turn around. This was her grandfather; she should give him his privacy. But she was also wet and intensely curious. She decided to just take a look, then she’d return to the kitchen and decide what to do next. The door was slightly ajar. She stepped up to the side and peeked in.
Her jaw dropped. The girl in his bed was young, younger than her. Andy. Andrea from next door. The girl her grandfather was fucking was as young as some of his own granddaughters. And from the breathless moans coming from the tomboy, she was absolutely loving it.
Susan had come here to give something to her granddad, to take care of him in whatever way she could. And that’s what Andy was doing. For his final months, Andy was giving him something special. For a moment, Susan was jealous. Why hadn't she thought of this? But who would have?
Susan didn’t think about it any further. She stripped.

The first gray light of dawn was seeping around the edges of the heavy curtains when Andy woke. She was curled against Pops, the soft, yielding feel of his skin warm against her back. His breathing was a soft rattle, a sound that had once concerned her but now felt like a comforting lullaby. She shifted, feeling the pleasant ache between her legs from their night together. For his years, he didn’t need any blue pills.
School was a few hours away, a world of algebra and gossip that felt a universe removed from this bed, from the scent of old man and sex and the faint, antiseptic smell of his medicine. Her mom was gone for two days. That was their ticket. A sleepover. A night of exquisite, deep sex from an experienced man who knew how to worship a young woman’s body as well as how to pound a pussy deep. Ryan, Mike, even Myles were good to great, but Charlie, her Pops, was beyond them. That’s why she couldn’t get enough of him.
She pressed her ass back against him, a silent invitation. His hand, resting on her hip, began to move, tracing the curve of her thigh.
“Morning, love,” he rasped, his voice a dry whisper.
“Morning, Pops.”
He rolled her gently, his frailty belying the strength in his hands as he positioned her on her back. He hovered over her, his face a roadmap of his long life, his eyes, though clouded with age, fixed on her with an intensity that still made her heart pound. She smiled up at his handsome face. He leaned down and they kissed as he entered her slowly, a familiar, possessive act that was both comforting and thrilling. His cock slid deep into her, and instinctively her legs raised and wrapped around his waist when he finally hit her cervix. Then he started, almost all the way out before hitting back in, a steady rhythm that sent orgasmic shivers through her teenage pussy. This was their ritual. This was their secret. And inside the sanctuary of his home, she moaned through every stroke of Pops’s amazing cock.
The rhythm was a slow, steady beat, the bed springs groaning a soft protest. Andy closed her eyes, her hands gripping his bony shoulders, and let the sensation wash over her.

That’s when the bedroom door creaked open wider.
A figure stood in the doorway, a silhouette against the dim hallway light. For a moment, Andy thought it was her mother, returning early and wanting some of Pops. But the shape was wrong, taller than herself but not her mom. Pops froze, his body tensing above hers.
“Grandad?” The voice was a young woman’s, sharp with disbelief.
It was Susan.
Pops didn’t move, his body a cage of shock. Andy just lay there, trapped under him, his cock still deep inside her, and she didn’t want to stop. Susan stepped fully into the room, her face pale in the gloom. And she was naked. She was just a year or two older than Andy, pretty, with a strained, slightly jealous look. Andy remembered the name. Susan’s eyes darted from her father’s face to Andy’s, to the place where their bodies were joined.
Her gaze lingered on Andy, on her dark, boyish-cropped hair, on the small, firm breasts Pops had been fondling moments before. The jealousy in her eyes didn’t vanish, but it was joined by something else. A flicker of… heat. A raw, undeniable curiosity. She looked at this beautiful teenage girl, a lesbian, she assumed, being so lovingly fucked by her dying grandfather, and a dark, horny thought bloomed in her mind.
“You look amazing together,” Susan whispered, but it wasn’t a prayer. It was a revelation.
Pops finally found his voice. “Susan. What are you doing here?”
“I came to see you,” she said, her eyes still locked on Andy. “To… to say goodbye. To spend some time with you.” She had flown across the country, driven by a gnawing guilt and the fear that this was her last chance. She had imagined tearful conversations, holding his hand, reminiscing. She had not imagined this.
But as she stood there naked, watching the slow, deliberate movement of her grandfather’s hips, a startling realization washed over her. This was what she could give him. Not her tears, not her awkward attempts at connection. She could give him this. A final, life-affirming spectacle. A last, memorable gift of youth and pleasure.
Andy, fresh from her own shocking first time with her mother, felt a strange sense of calm settle over her. She saw the shift in Susan’s eyes. She wasn’t an intruder anymore; she was an audience. And Andy, to her own surprise, found she didn’t mind.
Pops, ever the one to seize an opportunity, saw it too. He saw the conflict and the desire warring in his granddaughter’s face. He slowly, carefully, withdrew from Andy and rolled onto his side, making space.
His gaze drank in the sight of her. Susan. His beautiful granddaughter, standing there, naked and vulnerable in the soft dawn light. Her hair was a fiery cascade of red, shot through with brilliant streaks of gold that caught the light like a halo. His eyes traced the familiar lines of her body, a body he had watched with a pained, secret longing through the awkward years of puberty and the blossoming of her teens. Her breasts were perfect, full and high, with pale, pink nipples that stood out against her creamy skin. He had struggled with those images for years, fighting back thoughts that a grandfather should never have. And now, here she was, offering herself to him. His blessing.
His eyes drifted lower, past the gentle curve of her stomach, to the neat, fiery triangle of her pubic hair—a perfect match to the red on her head. Her pussy was small, and tight looking, the lips were inviting and hiding her cherished clit. The sight of it, so real and so forbidden, made his already-hard cock twitch with a violent, gut-deep anticipation. This was it. The ultimate prize.

“Join us,” he said, asking, not commanding.
Susan approached. The three of them were in the bed now, a strange, new trinity.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Pops said, his voice weak but firm as he stroked Andy’s face.
Susan could only nod, her throat tight.
“She’s had a… new experience recently,” Pops said, his eyes gleaming.
Andy, fresh from her own shocking recent discoveries about her own desires, felt a strange sense of calm settle over her.
Pops’s hand rested on Andy’s thigh, stroking it near her sex, clearly driving her crazy. “Would you two do something for me?” he asked, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I want to watch you two. Before I join you.”
It wasn’t a request. It was a decree. A final wish.
Susan looked from her father’s desperate, pleading eyes to Andy’s calm, accepting ones. The gift. This was the gift she could give. She took a shaky breath and nodded slowly. Pops climbed out of the way as the two girls moved toward one another.
Andy, feeling a surge of confidence she didn’t know she possessed, sat up, the sheets pooling around her waist. She reached out a hand, took Susan’s face, and leaned in. “It’s okay,” Andy said, her voice soft but steady. She was the catalyst. She was the mirror. And she was about to show this grieving granddaughter exactly what her father wanted to see.
Susan moved onto the bed, her movements tentative at first, then sure. She met Andy’s lips in a kiss that was soft and questioning, but quickly deepened into something hungry and real. As their tongues danced, Susan’s hand slid down Andy’s stomach, her fingers finding the slick, warm heat of her pussy. She slipped inside, her touch clumsy but earnest, and began to fuck Andy with her fingers. Andy’s hips rose to meet her, and within minutes, she was crying out, her body convulsing around Susan’s hand as a powerful orgasm tore through her.
Panting, Andy gently pushed Susan onto her back. “My turn,” she whispered, and then she was moving down the bed, parting Susan’s thighs with her hands. Her tongue was a shock of wet heat, and Susan gasped, her hands fisting in the sheets. Andy ate her pussy with a focused, expert tenderness that quickly had Susan writhing on the edge of oblivion.
Pops couldn’t just watch anymore. His cock was a steel rod in his hand, the sight of his granddaughter being pleasured by another girl more than he could bear. He moved to the head of the bed, his eyes locked on Susan’s. She turned her head, saw the raw lust in her grandpa’s eyes, and laughed, a low, throaty sound of pure, unadulterated power. She loved it.
She lay completely flat and hung her head over the edge of the bed, opening her mouth for him. He didn't hesitate, sliding his cock all the way into her throat. He fucked away, the tight, wet heat of his granddaughter's throat an exquisite prison. It was too much. With a guttural groan, he blew his load, pumping his cum directly down her gullet. She swallowed every drop, loving it, and as he pulled out, she screamed, her body arching as Andy’s tongue finally sent her over the edge into a shattering orgasm.
Pops collapsed onto the bed beside the two girls, exhausted but alive. He couldn’t take his eyes off them—these two beautiful naked, vibrant young women. His granddaughters. He felt like the luckiest man on earth.
After a moment, Susan sat up, Andy joining her. They shared a soft, post-orgasmic kiss. “I have to get to school before I’m late—see you both later!” Andy said, bouncing off the bed. She dressed quickly, grabbed her bag from the living room, and was gone.
“I need to soak,” Susan said, a contented smile on her face. “I’m going to run a bath for myself.” She headed into the bathroom, and a moment later, Pops heard the water running.
He felt alive, a new energy stirring in his loins. His cock was beginning to show new life as he thought about the morning’s new experiences. All the forbidden thoughts he’d struggled with for years were no longer just thoughts; they were memories. And Susan had given herself to him freely.
“Grandpa… do you need a written invitation?” a few minutes later she hollered from the bathroom
He couldn’t bounce like his teenage grandchild, but he was swift for his age as he got off the bed and found her. He stood in the doorway, his breath catching in his throat. He was flooded with the memory of another time, years ago, when he’d mistakenly walked in on her in a bath just like this one. He remembered his cock getting so hard it hurt, and her innocent, happy smile, so glad to see him, only making it harder. He had to walk away then. She was his grandchild, and he couldn’t have those thoughts.
Now, she wanted him to join her.
He climbed into the tub, the hot water a welcome embrace. Susan moved over him, her body slick and perfect, and straddled his hips. She reached down, guided his hard cock to her entrance, and slowly lowered herself onto him. The feeling of her tight, young pussy enveloping him was heaven. She began to ride him, her small breasts bouncing with the rhythm. He reached up, cupping them, his thumbs circling her hard nipples as she fucked him.
But this wasn't the frantic, desperate fucking from the bed. This was different. This was loving. She leaned forward, her wet hair cascading around his face, and kissed him deeply. It was a slow, languid kiss, a kiss of lovers, not just family. Her hips rolled in a gentle, hypnotic circle, grinding down onto him, letting him feel every inch of her tight heat. His thick girth stretched her open in a way that made her moan into his mouth, a sound of pure, unadulterated bliss.
She could feel the head of his cock rubbing against her G-spot with every slow rotation of her hips, and Susan’s body responded. Her back began to arch, pressing her small, perfect breasts out to him like an offering. He feasted on them, his mouth leaving the kiss to capture a taut nipple. He sucked gently, then harder, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak as she gasped and tangled her fingers in his hair.
“Grandpa… yes,” she breathed, her voice a ragged whisper. She met his slow, deep thrusts with her own, rising up and then sinking back down, taking him as deep as he could go. The water sloshed around them, a rhythmic counterpoint to their bodies meeting. Every time she slammed down, his pelvis would grind against her clit, sending a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through her.
The pleasure built, an undeniable tide rising in him. He was close, so close. He could feel her inner walls beginning to flutter, the tell-tale sign of her own impending orgasm. He captured her mouth again, his tongue claiming hers as his thrusts became more urgent, more demanding. Her body was a perfect fit against his, a vessel made just for him.
“Fill me, Grandpa,” Susan moaned, her eyes locked on his as she slammed down onto his cock one last time. “I want you to feel me cumming when you fill me.”
Her words were his undoing. With a loud, guttural groan, he exploded, his cock pulsing as he pumped his seed deep inside his granddaughter’s welcoming womb. At the same moment, her own orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down around him like a velvet vise, milking him for every last drop. They held each other, shaking and gasping, as the waves of their shared release slowly subsided, leaving them floating in the warm, blissful water.

Andy - 4
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