Chapter 10

Through the first three weeks of December, it only snowed a measurable amount of accumulation one time. A whopping two whole inches. Two! Making matters even worse, it was supposed to be warm through New Years. Still, I had saved every penny I had earned, and now had enough to buy Grandpa’s old pickup.

Dad and Grandpa had a few different discussions about my new truck. What was wrong with it, what it needed right away, and which things could be put off for a while. The list they made was a whole lot longer than I would have ever expected. I mean, it ran just fine last summer. What could possibly have happened in the last few months?

The answer I got was pretty simple. It was the camp truck. It never really left the camp. So, all the things that it would need to make it truly roadworthy and reliable weren’t all that important when it never left The Windy Pines property. Driving it at five miles per hour through the trees and seventy-five miles an hour on the highway were vastly different things. At least that’s what I was told.

Even with everything I was expected to do to the truck, I still couldn’t wait for it to finally be mine.

Mom and I were sitting on the couch, our mugs empty, and our bodies covered in a sheen of sweat as we both came down from our orgasms. There was a small stream of my come that was collecting in her belly button. There was something amazing about when Mom made me come. The same went for her too when I used my hands to take her over the edge. It was rare when we did that to each other, which made it all the more incredible when it happened.

I couldn’t wait for the next time she sucked my dick, not to mention when I got to lick her pussy and tease her clit with my tongue, but I never pushed or asked for it. As amazing as it was, I knew if I started talking about it, it wouldn’t happen. That didn’t stop me from wanting to go down on her every single morning though.

Her reaction the few times I did go down on her was always ... perfect. She would try to climb the walls if I didn’t hold onto her thighs when I had my face buried between them.

“Your grandparents should get here this afternoon,” Mom said, her voice still a bit shaky.

“Yeah?” I panted. “What time?”

“I don’t know for sure. I just know they should be here for dinner.”

“Is Scott coming tonight?”

“Sara asked if he could last week, but I think Scott might be leaving for Christmas break today too. You’d have to ask Sara when she wakes up.”

“Can Laura come over though?” I asked.

Laura had started coming to dinner the nights Scott did. It was fun. Scott and I were getting along a whole lot better now and the four of us, Scott, myself, Laura, and Sara would hang out in the living room watching a movie or something until it was time for them to go home. Scott and I weren’t friends, not exactly. It’s not like the two of us would hang out together away from Sara. At the same time, we didn’t avoid each other either in the halls at school.

Scott never wanted to leave when it came time to call it a night. I think if it were up to him, he would live at our house. That would have been a disaster in so many ways and thankfully wasn’t a real option.

“If she wants to come over, she can,” Mom answered. “Keep in mind, your grandparents aren’t going to accommodate her being here. Just so you know.”

“Oh!” My eyes widened at the realization.

“Yeah, that!” Mom laughed. “Go get cleaned up. I’m going to make some omelets for breakfast.”

I was on my computer trying to kill time before Grandma and Grandpa showed up. I was on a roll winning five Cribbage matches in a row.

“They’re here!” Sara yelled from the living room. “Oh my God! Is that—?”

“Sam, come on,” Dad called out. “Your grandparents are here.”

Whatever she was going to say was suddenly cut off by, I assumed, our dad. I was already trying to shut down my computer when Sara announced their arrival. Whatever she was surprised about just made me move all that much faster.

The stupid thing was taking too long to turn off. I was too excited and way too impatient to wait the few seconds longer it would take. I raced down the stairs two at a time and nearly bowled over Mom as she came into the living room from the kitchen.

“Sorry!” I yelped, skidding to a halt just before I collided into her.

“It’s fine, but you know better than to run down the stairs like that, Sam,” Mom chided me.

“Yeah,” I blushed. “I know.”

I tried to peek out the front window to see what Sara was talking about earlier when the front door opened, and Grandma and Grandpa walked in smiling warmly.

“You’re finally here!” Sara squealed, racing to wrap them both in hugs, first Grandpa and then Grandma.

“So, where’s this boyfriend of yours I’ve heard so much about?” Grandma asked.

“He left,” Sara answered, obviously bummed about that fact. “He should be back home the first week of January.”

“That’s a shame,” Grandma smiled affectionately. “Your grandpa and I would have loved to meet him.”

“Do you need any help bringing your stuff in?” I asked, making a move to the front door.

“No, no!” Grandpa jumped in, moving to block my way to the door. “We’ve got it, Thanks anyway, Sam.”

“You and Sara can help us get settled into our room,” Grandma offered, looking at Sara as she grabbed my arm, handing me the small suitcase she was carrying. “Are we going to stay in your room or Sara’s this year?”

“Sara’s!” I answered without even having to think about it and led the way upstairs.

Sara groaned in complaint but didn’t put up a fight.

No sooner had we dropped their bags by Sara’s bed than Grandma had somehow slipped out of all her clothes, standing there proudly naked. I thought Sara and I were quick to get out of our clothes when we could, but Grandma put us both to shame.

Seeing her in all her glory, I couldn’t help but scan her form from head to toe. She looked a lot like Mom, even though they weren’t related. Grandma was a little curvier and had given up fighting her gray hair which gave her that grandmotherly look.

Her skin hung ever so slightly more than our mom’s. She wasn’t fat, not even remotely but there was some extra here and there that she always fussed over but never truly did anything about. She looked good, honestly. She also had a tan that was at least four or five shades darker as well. Those deep sun kissed golden tans were a staple for those who lived their everyday lives as nudists.

She had full breasts that hung due to her age and their size, but not so much as to be unattractive. Her nipples were a medium brown color and fairly large. Still, they were just as reactive to stimulation as ever, going from soft to hard almost constantly. Her skin was also completely bare. Just like the rest of us when it comes to body hair. I couldn’t think of a time when she wasn’t perfectly smooth now that I was thinking about it.

“That’s so much better,” She announced, stretching her arms out, her back arched thrusting her boobs forward.

“I hope my body looks as good as yours when I am a grandma,” Sara announced, smiling.

“Oh hush,” Grandma smirked. “I’m not that old.”

“Still.”

“I’m sure you have nothing to worry about, Sara. You’ve been blessed with good genes. Both of you.”

Her eyes scanned over our bodies, letting them linger in the usual places. Sara flushed slightly when Grandma gave her the once over, but I saw her stand a little straighter, shoulders back to put her young, perfect, perky tits on display. Then it was my turn and when Grandma’s eyes zoned in on my cock, it stirred, much to her delight.

“Good genes indeed!” The proud smile on Grandma’s face was infectious and had both Sara and I grinning in return.

Once everyone was settled in, it was just about time to start prepping for dinner. Seeing how our grandparents were here, we went all out. That meant it was time to fire up the grill. It was cold out, but not unbearable. That was one of the perks I guess of it being a heat wave in late December. It wasn’t so warm that we could just lounge outside all day, but it wasn’t so cold that we had to put on clothes each time we went out to check the coals in the grill.

Tonight, we would be having Grandpa’s famous grilled ribeye steaks. He always said it was the best cut of meat a guy could have. I really like T-bone steaks and Mom was a huge fan of filets but since Grandpa had brought the steaks with him, we didn’t get that option. Sara and Dad always wanted ribeyes, just like Grandpa, so they were in heaven.

The girls worked inside, making the sides for our meal. They were the usual staples, salad, mashed potatoes, sauteed asparagus, and mushrooms. The funny thing about cooking like this as a family was the girls inside all wore aprons, while us guys wore nothing at all. Seeing Sara and Mom in those white aprons was a big turn on for some reason. Heck, even seeing Grandma in hers was pretty hot, just not as hot as Mom and Sara. Not even close.

“I’m supposed to see how much longer?” Sara asked, poking her head out the patio door.

Grandpa lifted the lid of the grill and a cloud of warm, white smoke rose up into the air and I could smell the steaks as they seared to perfection inches above the bed of charcoal. He pressed his finger into each of the steaks, testing their doneness.