Chapter 6

The tiles were warm beneath Benny’s bare feet as he crept down the hall, still damp from the shower, citrus clinging to his skin. The sarong was forgotten. He didn’t need it—not here.

He heard them before he saw them—soft moans, wet kisses, the steady sound of flesh meeting flesh.

His grandmother lay reclined on the wide sunbed, skin glowing, her hair fanned over the cushion. One arm cradled Mia across her stomach. Mia suckled greedily at her nipple, lips pink and shiny, her golden pigtails swaying over Linda’s ribs like silk cords. Her fingers toyed with the underside of Linda’s breast, pinching lightly now and then, and Linda’s hips gave the smallest responding roll.

Tommy was nestled between her spread thighs. His warm body moved in a slow, reverent rhythm, hips rocking gently, cock buried deep inside her. He looked adorable—tiny gasps escaping his lush, parted lips ... His hands gripped her waist, holding on, but every thrust had a raw intensity. He was trying so hard to make it last.

Grampa—Jon— knelt behind him, one steadying hand on Tommy’s lower back, the other cupping his side, guiding his rhythm. He kissed Tommy’s neck, whispered encouragement, his eyes never leaving the boy’s trembling form.

Benny stood frozen at the patio’s threshold—heart pounding, breath shallow—as the scene unfolded before him like a dream too intimate to be real, yet undeniably alive.

Oh God. What the hell did I just walk into? The sounds sent a jolt straight through him. I wasn’t supposed to see this—wasn’t supposed to feel this. They’re my grandparents. They’re naked. They’re making love. He paused at the edge of the hallway, heart pounding. And I should be horrified. But I’m not. I’m burning.

Something ancient and electric thrummed under his skin. I came here without warning, hoping to feel close to them again ... but this? This is something else. This is wild and raw and beautiful, and I can’t stop looking. I don’t understand it—but God, I need to.

He moved closer.

Watching his own beautiful grandparents care so deeply for the young man and woman—the way Jon guided Tommy as he made love to Linda, how Mia suckled at her breast with raw joy—was heartbreakingly beautiful to Benny. Intimate, bold, and strangely right, it stirred something deep in him he didn’t yet have words for.

Linda’s hand gently tangled in Mia’s hair. Jon’s touch on Tommy was reverent. Mia’s eyes fluttered closed, a lazy smile curling her lips as she sucked harder, moaning softly like the nipple in her mouth was her personal heaven.

Linda noticed Benny and smiled without a hint of shame. She reached out with one hand, fingers brushing his wrist.

“Come here, sweetheart,” she said, voice low and thick with pleasure.

Benny obeyed, drawn forward like a tide. He knelt beside her, Mia shifting just enough to make space. Her mouth popped free with a playful kiss to Linda’s nipple. She looked up at Benny with her usual grin, lips glossy and cheeks flushed.

“Want a taste?” she teased, lifting one pigtail and letting it drag across his chest. “She’s extra creamy today.”

Benny froze for a breath. The invitation landed hot and heavy in his chest, but some part of him—shy, unsure—held back. He glanced at his grandfather, searching for something in his face. Permission. Approval.

Jon met his eyes and smiled—soft, slow, reverent. “She’s yours too, son,” he murmured. “If you want her, take her.”

Benny looked back at his grandmother, and her expression was nothing but open heat and welcome. Her hand curled behind his neck and guided him forward.

The moment his lips closed around his grandmother’s lovely nipple, a current moved through all of them. Linda gasped, low and raw, her back arching as her fingers threaded into his curls. Jon inhaled sharply, his hand still guiding Tommy’s hips, but his eyes were locked on Benny—wide with awe, his mouth slightly parted.

Mia gave a breathy little laugh, nuzzling against Linda’s shoulder as she watched Benny suckle. “Mmm. That’s it,” she whispered. “Use your mouth ... don’t be shy.”

Benny suckled gently at first, his lips warm and trembling. His grandmother moaned and cradled his head, her nipple swelling against his tongue. Jon’s hand drifted over Benny’s back now, slow and possessive, stroking down his loving grandson’s spine.

“Bolder,” Jon said softly. “She loves it when you tug a little. Don’t be afraid.”

Emboldened, Benny let his lips draw tighter, giving a slow, deliberate pull. Linda’s thighs quivered around Tommy. A cry escaped her throat—half laugh, half moan—and her other hand gripped Mia’s hip.

Tommy whimpered, hips faltering. His eyes flicked toward Benny—shy, burning—and then back to Linda, then down to where they were joined. His small body trembled, but he didn’t stop moving.

Tommy moaned louder. Jon kissed behind his ear, murmured, “You’re so good, baby. Keep going.”

Tommy’s rhythm picked up, hips snapping a little faster now. His hands gripped harder at Linda’s thighs, pushing her open wider. The sight of Benny nursing at her breast, Mia watching with glinting eyes—it was almost too much.

Mia grinned and turned back to Linda’s breast, wrapping her lips around the nipple with a soft moan. She suckled deeply, her eyes flicking up to catch Tommy watching. Then she pulled off with a slick, audible pop, breathless and flushed.

She looked straight at Tommy, her voice hot and teasing. “Do it,” she whispered. “Come on. One ... two...”

She flicked her tongue over Linda’s bud, drawing a gasp from her.

“Three.”

On that beat, Tommy jerked back with a cry, holding his throbbing cock in one shaking hand.

Tommy’s whole body shook as his release poured from him—more than anyone expected. It splashed across Linda’s chest, her throat, her cheek. Mia squealed, delighted and amazed, as warm wetness streaked across her shoulder and neck, catching in her pigtails. Benny felt it land across his face—his cheek, his lips—and gasped softly. And even Jon, kneeling nearby, was marked, a slow bead tracing down his temple.

There was a stunned silence.

Then—laughter. Tender, incredulous, joyful laughter.

Linda drew Tommy into her arms, holding him tight as his breath shuddered against her skin. “Oh, sweetheart,” she whispered, kissing the top of his head. “You beautiful, beautiful boy.”

Tommy’s eyes fluttered open, glazed with emotion. “I didn’t mean to—on all of you—”

But Linda hushed him with a smile. “It’s perfect. You gave us part of yourself.”

Jon leaned in and touched Tommy’s back, reverent. “You shared what you felt. That’s never wrong.”

Benny sat frozen for a beat, chest rising and falling. His cheek still tingled where the warmth had touched him. His lips parted.

Mia turned to him first. Her hand slid over his, fingers soft and trusting. “Don’t be afraid of it,” she whispered. “It’s just love.”

Then she kissed his cheek, gently licking away the last of it. Her eyes were closed, and her breath hitched with wonder. Benny’s lips found hers without thinking—hesitant, then deeper, drawn into the current.

Jon was next. He brushed a strand of hair back from his beautiful grandson’s face and pressed their foreheads together. “You’re part of this now,” he said softly.

And finally, Linda. Her kiss was different—slow, rich, full of a lifetime of love and longing. She cradled her grandson’s jaw as they kissed, and when they parted, there was a shimmer in her eyes.

“This is what it means,” she murmured. “To give. To receive. To belong.”

The four of them—Benny, Linda, Jon, and Tommy—stayed close, wrapped in a cocoon of skin and breath and safety. Nothing else mattered in that moment. No past. No rules. Just the miracle of being fully held.

For Benny, something broke open inside—a lifelong ache he didn’t know he had. It was gone now. Replaced by something he would never forget.

The room was quiet, dimly lit by a low bedside lamp. Outside, the cicadas hummed gently. The windows were open, letting in the summer breeze and the scent of jasmine from the garden. Jon and Linda lay nude on their backs, fingers barely touching, legs stretched long and relaxed across the soft sheets. Their skin glowed in the low light—seasoned, sun-kissed, full of life and stories.

The door creaked open.

Benny stood there, completely nude, bare feet against the hardwood floor. His curls were messy from tossing in bed, and his arms hung at his sides, fingers twitching nervously.

Linda lifted her head, her voice low and warm. “Couldn’t sleep?”

He shook his head.

Jon sat up slightly, smiling. “Come in, son.”

Benny hesitated only a second before stepping inside, his lean body catching the light—so much like Tommy’s, all soft edges and quiet beauty. His skin was smooth, slightly flushed, his expression open and unsure.

Linda held out an arm without needing to say more.

He slid into bed beside her, their skin meeting instantly. She curled around him, one hand moving instinctively to his hair. Her fingers stroked through the curls slowly, and Jon’s hand joined in—resting lightly on Benny’s back, then drifting down over the small of it, anchoring him.