Diary of a Masher
Copyright© 2014 by John Evans
Prologue
Coming of Age Sex Story: Prologue - This is a Coming-of-Age story about Stephan Zaworski. It takes place in Nick Scipio's Summer Camp universe and my thanks to Nick for letting me borrow part of it.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa Teenagers Consensual Reluctant BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction School Workplace Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Swinging Interracial Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration First Fisting Food Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Safe Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Nudism
“Nicholas! Sarah! Are you up there?”
“Shit!” I heard a loud whisper coming down the stairwell from the attic. “Put it away! Put it away!”
“What are you kids up to?” I asked as I quickly climbed up the stairs.
I heard scurrying and I wondered what my grandchildren were up to. Just before my head cleared the level of the floor, I heard a trunk lid slam down and footsteps on the floorboards. As I walked up into the attic, I saw Sarah, looking guilty, standing beside one of the attic windows. Nicholas had thrown himself on one of the spare chairs we’d stored up there.
I took in a breath and I could smell the dust. The attic was typical; unfinished with a pine wood floor, and that ran the width of the house. I grimaced when I saw all the stacks of boxes, the stored furniture, and the odds and ends my wife and I had put up here. I had been meaning to clean it out for years.
I glared at my two grandchildren. Sarah was still looking guilty, staring down at the floor with her hands clasped behind her back. She was fifteen years old and pretty as a picture. Her long, black hair had been pulled back to hang down to her waist. I could see a smudge of dust on her T-shirt and another one on her jeans.
Nicholas, her twin brother, had assumed an air of nonchalance. He was looking everywhere, but at me. I smirked when I saw the layer of dust on the seat of the chair where he was sitting. He was fastidious about his clothing and would never have sat there, except for if he was not thinking about it/
“All right, you two,” I said, putting my hands on my hips. “What are you to up to?”
“What do you mean, Grandfather?” asked Sarah.
“We weren’t doing anything,” stated Nicholas in wide-eyed innocence.
I snorted in disbelief. I walked over to the trunk across the attic from where they were. I could see fingerprints in the dust on the lid and felt the kids behind me tense up. I reached down and flipped the lid open.
“Grandfather... ?” Sarah started to say.
Holding up a hand to silence her, I reached in to pick up a battered school composition book. I was beyond shocked. I was stunned and flabbergasted. I had thought this had been lost and gone forever. I looked and saw more composition books in the trunk. I took in a deep breath trying calm my racing thoughts. I turned around and held up the book.
“Grandpaw...” Nicholas started to say before he stopped. Both kids had very red faces and could not look me in the eye.
“How many of these have you read?” I asked a little more sternly than I meant to.
