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St. Patrick's Day With Grampa
by Dreamwalker (address withheld)

***

Deana has a secret incestual relationship with her 
Grampa, and it's been going on for over four years 
now. She's 17 years old now, and for the first time, 
gets to spend time alone with him, at a St. Patrick's 
Day festivities, which include fireworks. In the dark 
under the guise of a blanket, the two, make their own 
fireworks. (M/F-teen, underage, inc)

***

Every year on St. Patrick's Day, we'd go to town, see 
the parade, have a picnic, and stay for the 
festivities, music, and fireworks. This year my 
parents had invited my grandfather. I was delighted, 
he had agreed to come, and in the back of my mind I 
wondered, "Would we have any time to ourselves?" 
Probably not, even though I was almost seventeen, my 
parents thought I needed to be supervised, like I 
would purposely get into trouble. 

My mother came into my room around eight am, "Come on 
Deana, it's time to get up sleepy head. You don't want 
to miss the parade do you?" 

I yawned, stretched, and bellowed, "Oh you know I 
wouldn't want to miss that, especially when Grampa 
will be with us." 

I choose to wear jeans, and a t-shirt along with loose 
cotton panties, mainly because I knew when it got 
dark, it would be cool. Then in the dark of the 
fireworks, under a carefully placed blanket, Grampa 
could play with me, if he wanted to. "Mmm, I cannot 
wait," I told myself. 

I knew the parade wasn't until two pm, so I had time 
to eat breakfast. I even helped momma with the dishes, 
hoping the good behavior would buy me some time by 
myself at the festivities.  Afterward, mom packed the 
picnic basket, while I helped dad load the car. I 
carried three blankets, in case one of us got cold, 
lawn chairs, and the cooler, loaded with bottled water 
and soda pop. 

After that, I sat down and enjoyed a soda, while dad 
went into the house to check and see if mom needed any 
help.  It wasn't long until she came out, and 
instructed me to go to the bathroom before we started 
out.  I frowned but did it, knowing the bathrooms were 
always busy at the festivities.

We climbed into the car, and drove over to pick up 
Grampa. He climbed into the back seat with me, hugged 
me, kissed my cheek and winked. "Hi sweetie, I bet 
you're more than ready to go have some fun."

"More than ready," I squealed. My cunt was drooling 
already, and only Grampa and I know what that meant.   

As usual mother, thinking I was still a kid, 
instructed me to stay close to them for safety reason. 
In addition if I got lost what to do. 

I looked calm, cool, and collected on the outside, 
inside I was saying, 'I hope to hell I get lost, I 
don't need chaperoned.' 

I frowned, and shouted, "Mother, I'm not a kid 
anymore!"

My father spoke up then, "Deana, mind your manners!"

"I sighed, and answered, "Yes dad, but come on, I'm 
almost seventeen, when can I do some stuff on my own?"

My Grampa must have sensed my anger, touched my arm, 
shook his head, and interrupted the conversation. "I 
have an idea, why don't you let me watch her today? 
That will give you two, some time to enjoy things, 
without worrying about Deana."

Mom's eyes lit up with delight and she chirped, "Now 
that sounds like a splendid idea. Deana, you can go 
with Grampa and make sure you behave yourself. How 
about meeting us in the park around five pm, that 
gives you the whole afternoon to have fun."
 
I was beaming, like the cat that just ate the canary. 
Mainly because Grampa always treated me like an adult. 
"I will, oh we are going to have so much fun Grampa."

We totally enjoyed the parade, and the rides, 
especially when my parents were not around. I did not 
get yelled at for asking for cotton candy, a hot dog, 
and soda, with a lecture from mom how bad it was for 
me. I wasn't a kid, I needed to have fun, and forget 
the nutritional rules for once. 

It was nearly four thirty and we walked over to the 
park to join mom and dad.  I sat down on the same side 
of the picnic table as Grampa. He did not tell my 
parents what I ate as we all sat down to eat the 
picnic supper. 

I could tell by the way he looked at me, held me, and 
kissed me, (innocently of course.) I could feel the 
outline on your cock against me, and I wished it was 
dark already.

Mom looked at Grampa and asked if I wore him out. He 
just smiled and lied, I didn't, I was good, and we had 
fun. As for mom, she was elated, that she and dad 
could do what they wanted, that day, without me 
tagging along. 

As for me, I could not wait till later, when it was 
dark.  You see I plan to beg to sit in Grampa lap, 
covered up with the blanket, because I would tell mom 
I needed a blanket because I was getting cold. Oh boy 
what we can do under the blanket. 

After eating mom packed up the basket so dad could 
take it back to the car.  She spoke up and asked, "Do 
you want a chair to sit in Grampa?"

He winked at me and replied, "No I rather sit on the 
blanket, mean less to carry when things are over."

She smiled and told my dad, "Just bring the three 
blankets back, that way we don't have much to carry 
back, afterwards."

We headed toward the field where the fireworks would 
commence. We sat on the edge of the crowd, where we 
had a good view and wouldn't have to hassle with the 
people when scurrying for our car when finished. 

We listened to music, and I got to play with a few 
sparklers, and even bought a Glow thing that I could 
put around my neck. My parents actually seemed normal 
for a change......if that was possible. Before it got 
dark I asked mom is I could sit with Grampa, it was 
getting chilly, and he brought an extra blanket.

She grinned, and replied, "Sure honey, just hang on to 
his hand when it's over so we won't lose you." 

"Oooh I will. I just love watching fireworks. Thanks 
for bringing Grampa he likes it too, I can tell."

The fireworks started at nine pm, just after dark with 
a loud boom. I put my arms around Grampa as if the 
noise scared me. I looked around and noticed no one 
was paying attention to us. I leaned into him, kissed 
him, and squealed, "Luv yahs Grampa." Just in case 
someone was looking. I then snuggled up to him as he 
covered me with the blanket.  Our little secret and 
the risk of getting caught added fuel to my arousal. 

As soon as I was covered, he moved so the blanket 
would hide our movements. He ran his fingers across my 
nipples, which were hard already, and then unzipped my 
pants.  I moved my hand to his crotch, and rubbed the 
outline of his hardened cock.  He leaned into me, and 
handed me a large napkin, which I knew was for his 
cum… if we got that far. 

I pulled my jeans down a bit, but not too far in case 
I had to quickly cover up to keep from getting caught. 
His fingers caressed my wet pussy, and I was so turned 
on that I thought I would cum right then and there. 

I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, and 
licked my lips hungrily.  I looked around, and waited 
until the firework went off and it was dark once more, 
before proceeding. I then moved my head under the 
covers, like I was scared again, and kissed the end of 
his cock savoring the pre-cum. 

He groaned, and dad asked if he was ok. He touched me, 
reassuringly and replied, "Yes, I think I swallowed a 
bug."  Dad offered him a soda and he told him no, it 
would make him want to pee and he wasn't moving, he 
wanted to enjoy the show. (And me).

As the fireworks went off and everyone's attention was 
on them, no one could see what I was actually doing. I 
took his cock in my mouth, and began sucking it hard. 
His fingers found my hot, wet, hole, and finger-fucked 
it, as his thumb rubbed my clit.  God I was in heaven, 
wishing we were alone somewhere so we could play, 
suck, and even fuck under the stars.

He touched my shoulder, and pushed me down further on 
his cock. I knew by his silent actions it was safe and 
he would cum quickly.  I wanted to scream with 
delight, but held it back, as I sucked his throbbing 
member. It wasn't long until I felt the warm liquid 
coating my mouth and throat.  After I finished downing 
his load, I squealed loud as if enjoying the 
fireworks, and came like hell. He then brought his 
hand to his lips and licked it clean.   

Grampa then put his cock away and zipped up, as I 
pulled my jeans up and fastened them. He held me close 
after that with his hands under my t-shirt fondling my 
titties.  Mmmm, I loved every minute of it.

When the show was over, Grampa held my hand tightly, 
as we all walked toward the car. 

He leaned over and whispered, "Deana, wonder if your 
dad will let you spend the night?"

I almost yelled yes, when I replied, "Ask them?"

My dad and them had just caught up with us and said, 
"Ask us what Deana?"

Before I could reply, Grampa said. "I was wondering if 
Deana could spend the night. She has been as good as 
gold and I bet you two haven't had a night by yourself 
in ages."
 
My mom objected, in an angry tone, "That's a good idea 
dad, but she doesn't have any Pajama's or toothbrush 
at your house."

Before I could say a word, he frowned and quickly 
responded. "She has a tooth brush there; I bought her 
one, so she can brush her teeth if she eats while at 
my house. As far as pajama's she can wear one of my T-
shirts, it will go clear to her knees."

My dad must have liked the idea and before mom could 
say a word spoke. "That settles it then, she can, and 
I will pick her up sometime Sunday afternoon, if you 
don't mind."

In the light of the other car's headlights I could 
tell by Grampa smile that he was pleased. "Sure, now 
you too have fun tonight. Don't worry about Deana I 
will make sure she behaves."

I couldn't contain my excitement any longer and 
shouted, "You mean it, I actually get to do something 
I want for a change!"

They all laughed as my dad spoke, "I think so, after 
all, I won't worry when you're with Grampa."'

I just smiled, and told myself, "What they don't know 
won't hurt them."

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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