Chapter 3

I lay in bed, still trying to get over the shock of having been given the most wonderful blowjob, but not from whom I'd expected. The various ramifications of the experience still swam in my head. Although I wanted to find out if it had actually been from my daughter, in a way I didn't. Angelina lay beside me, and must have felt my discomfort, because she lifted her head and tried to gaze into my eyes.

"What's the matter, Dad? You feel like you're a million miles away."

"Nothing, Sweetheart" I lied. "I'm just going over things in my mind, and thinking about Fancy. Is she really ready for what's happening in this house?"

I was becoming afraid for both my daughter and my granddaughter. Fancy still had her innocence, which I desperately wanted her to protect, even if it was from herself. But I couldn't find the courage to broach the subject of that blowjob with Angelina; not yet, anyway. I mean, how do you tell a mother that her daughter has just sucked you off?

It was all too much for me to tackle at one time. I allowed myself to let it go temporarily, folding my daughter under one arm and pulling her to me as the alternative to pondering my own dilemma. I could tell she wanted to make love, but she gave me the space I needed to sort out the events of five minutes earlier. I knew she had no idea what had happened, but it was something we'd have to face, even if she didn't know what we were dealing with.

It was a fitful sleep for me that night, as the memory of what had happened kept replaying itself in my head. Just the idea that my granddaughter had taken me so unilaterally left an unsettling feeling inside. I finally resigned myself to leave things until the morning, then find somewhere that Fancy and I could discuss her actions without her mother listening in. I hated the idea of going behind Angie's back, but maybe it was for the best until I could make some sense of everything.

The next morning after breakfast, I invited Fancy to help me with the boat, and she happily jumped at the chance to do something with her grandfather. I started to putter with inconsequential chores before I brought up the subject of the previous evening.

"Princess, what you did last night felt great, but it was wrong. Do you understand why?" I began.

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?" she tried to project an air of innocence. I wasn't buying it.

"Fancy, you know damned well what I'm talking about!" I snapped. "I thought we had an agreement. Was I wrong?" She immediately cast her glances to the floor.

"I thought you'd enjoy that, Grandpa" she finally admitted to her transgression. "I sure did. Did I do it wrong?"

"No, Princess, you did it all completely right. But it was doing it at all that was wrong. Remember I tried to explain it to you yesterday? What I want to know is why you defied me and did ... what you did when I've asked you to wait."

I'm ... I'm sorry, Grandpa. I didn't mean to make you angry with me."

Fancy looked up into my eyes, and I could see the hurt and self-recrimination that filled her soul. In that one second, I forgave her completely, extending my arms instead as an invitation to her. She rushed into my embrace.

"Grandpa?" her soft voice pleaded to me. "I know what I want, and that's to make love with you. But I can't seem to get from here to there. Please don't hate me."

"Princess, I could never hate you. I love you too much. I'm just scared that you'll try to run before you've learned to walk. You're little young to understand a lot about sex yet."

"But Grandpa, all my girlfriends are having sex!" Fancy protested. "Why should I feel ostracized like this?"

"I'll lay you odds that half the girls that say they're having sex probably aren't. And of the ones that are, maybe one in ten understands the difference between sex and love. I really want to see you learn what love's all about before you commit yourself to something this important."

Fancy stood before me, her eyes searching mine for the answers to questions she didn't even have yet. I wanted to tell her everything, to shelter her from the tough lessons of life, to make her world soft, safe, and secure. I wanted to, but that isn't something a person can do successfully for someone else. All I could do was to let her make her own mistakes, then be there to help her pick up the pieces and put things back together again. That's about all a grandparent ever has the ability to give.

"Does Mom know?" was all she said as her face pleaded for forgiveness.

"No, I never told her" I reassured my granddaughter. "It's not something she needs to hear right now. Some day maybe, but it would be better if you told her rather than me. A day will come when you're ready to tell and she's ready to listen. Until that day, it'll be our secret."

"Thanks, Grandpa. That means a lot, right now," and she emphasized that with a warm and loving hug. I held her to me until she was ready to strike back out on her own.

"Grandpa, will you teach me?" she murmured.

"Teach you what, Princess?" I asked her to clarify.

"About all that stuff you mentioned. I'm confused, and maybe I'm not ready yet, but I want to be, when the time is right." I held her tightly to me, trying to answer her question, but the tears in my eyes kept getting in the way, and the lump in my throat wasn't helping the situation, either.

"I'd be happy to, Princess," I answered her when I finally got myself under control again. "In the meantime, no more blowjobs, or anything else, until we're ready, okay?"

"I promise, Grandpa" she whispered. "I promise."

Still with our arms around each other, my granddaughter and I returned to the house.

"You two were out there a long time," Angie quietly mentioned once we were inside. "What's going on?"

"Sweetheart," I began, "Fancy's going through a bit of a rough time, trying to sort things out. We had a talk, and I think she'll be just fine," I tried to reassure my daughter.

"What were you talking about?" Angie wasn't about to let this go, and I couldn't blame her. But I'd given Fancy my word, and now wasn't the time to break that.

"I promised to keep her secrets," I replied. "She'll share them with you when she's ready, but right now, she's still trying to understand things herself. Let her have some room. I went through the same thing with you when you were her age. Hopefully I'll do a better job of it this time. She needs to find herself, and that's something she has to do on her own."

"Dad, she's my daughter! She's not supposed to have secrets from me!" Angie bombarded me, her anger quite obvious. I took a deep breath before answering her.

"Angelina, do you love me?"

"Of course! You're my Dad, dammit! But what's that got to do with anything?"

"Do you trust me?"

There was a moment's hesitation before Angelina replied in a quiet and subdued voice.

"Yes Dad, I do trust you. More than you'll ever know."

"Sweetheart, remember when you came to me with that problem you were having with your roommate at college, the girl that kept trying to seduce you?" I tried to trigger her memory.

"Umm, yeah, but I'm trying to forget it." My daughter contemplated the incidents again, not sure how that applied to Fancy.

"I never told your mother about that because you asked me not to. Now it's Fancy's turn to have a confidant, so please don't ask me to betray her. I love her too much to do that, and you too much to create a rift between you two."

Angelina looked at me with a serious face, and I could see the confusion in her eyes. It ripped my heart apart, but I had to keep my promise to my granddaughter at all costs. I just hoped it didn't cost me a daughter in the process.

"Okay, Dad. Whatever you say. Just don't take my little girl away. I need her, almost as much as I need you. But you sure have a crappy way of doing whatever it is you're trying to accomplish."

"I know," I told her, "but would you rather it be me or her father? Right now, she needs a man's perspective, and it looks like I've been drafted for the job. When the time's right, I'll fill you in. And just in case you've forgotten, I love you, Sweetheart. Try to keep that in mind."

Angelina's stare softened, and she folded into my arms, then leaned up to kiss me, deep and passionately. Under any other circumstances, I would have melted and told her everything. It was hard to hold my tongue, but I managed. Just don't ask me how, because I doubt I could do it twice.

"Hey you two love-birds, get a room!" Fancy quipped as she came in from outside. "Gawd, I leave you two alone, and the next thing I know, you're in the middle of an orgy!"

I giggled my relief as the tension in the room suddenly dissolved with Fancy's remark, then offered her a sheltering hug under one arm while still holding my daughter with the other. Fancy glided into my embrace, and I held both of these two women that had invaded my life. They were precious to me, and a lone tear of happiness escaped my eye. It felt damned good too, as it slid down my cheek.

"Hey girls, how about we explore your new neighbourhood after lunch?" I invited in an attempt to change the subject. Fancy broke from my embrace as she went to look for a jacket, while Angelina just looked into my eyes with pure love.

"Gawd, Dad, you always could make me feel special. Still do, too. Remind me to make mad, passionate love to you tonight, and screw your brains out."

"Deal," I promised her.

We had a quick lunch on the deck, then climbed into my car for a tour of the neighbourhood. I took them all over town, pointing out the high school, hospital, and various other landmarks. We stopped for an ice cream before I showed them some of the town's residential neighbourhoods, pointing out the differences between each one. It's a small town, but we toured for a good three hours. Both girls seemed to absolutely love that time of togetherness.

I had stopped by the local super market to pick up something for supper, and when we finally got back home, Angie and Fancy bustled around in the kitchen while I sat in the livingroom watching. It did my heart good to see the two of them working together co-operatively. Each seemed to know what the other was thinking, and there were very few words between them; they weren't necessary. That mother-daughter bond grew, and I could feel their glow of love permeate the entire house.

Our evening was spent just being together, the three of us slowly becoming a real family. Angelina started a discussion of what the two girls wanted for their next year, with me supplying suggestions whenever I was asked. It felt like mere minutes before it was bedtime, but it was actually several hours, proof that time files when you're having fun.

Fancy was the first to say goodnight as she headed up to her room, and Angelina and I weren't far behind her. I had just gotten out of my pants and T-shirt, still wearing my undershorts, when I heard Fancy calling for me. It was a bidding that I couldn't refuse.

"Grandpa," she seemed to plead as I opened her door, "I'm so damned horny right now, I think I'm going to go out of my mind."

"I doubt that's anything new, Princess," I almost giggled at her frustrations. "I'll leave you alone, and you can take care of it. I said that you and I would wait before doing anything sexual, but I don't remember mentioning that pleasuring yourself was verboten. Just try to keep the screaming down a bit."

"Grandpa," she asked, the wonder and worry unmistakable in her voice, "what did you do when you were horny, before Mom and I moved in?"

"Same thing you're about to do. It's nothing to be ashamed of." I could see her hand slowly making its way down her flat tummy on its journey to the juncture of her thighs, and had to smile with the visions of my granddaughter playing with her own pussy.

"Night, Princess. I hope you find what you're looking for down there. I love you."

"Night, Grandpa. Thanks for a wonderful day ... and for our talk this morning. I might not like waiting, but I think I'm beginning to understand what you're trying to tell me."

As I closed her door, I caught a glimpse of her young body tensing up as she threw her head back and gasped deeply. I knew she'd just found her pearl of passion. A smile of understanding snuck past my lips, and I felt my cock twitch as I anticipated the same reaction from Angelina just as soon as I was beside her in our bed.

"Is she okay, Dad?" Angie's concerned question greeted me as I stepped into the darkened bedroom.

"Yeah, she's fine. Just a little horny and in need of some relief. I suggested she do something about it herself, and I'm expecting a good scream any minute now."

As if on queue, we both heard Fancy's howls of delight as she achieved orgasm, and I caught myself grinning at thoughts of her pleasure.

"I knew she got that from me," my daughter chuckled, the happiness for Fancy quite evident in her tone.

"Oh really? You mean my own daughter's a screamer, too? Hmm, I'll have to check that out, won't I?"

I crawled into bed and Angelina's waiting arms. As she pulled me to her, I felt her lips seeking mine, and met them as she pressed into my shoulder. Her tongue probed against my lips as she sought my own tongue, and we dueled passionately for several minutes. I found her breast and caressed it, her nipple caught between my thumb and forefinger. It was almost instinctive to tease her teat, and I marveled as it engorged and became hard and rubbery, elongating a good half inch. Angelina moaned in delight, and as our lips parted, I moved down her neck, her shoulder, her upper chest, then gently took her nipple between my lips. My tongue ran lazy circles around it before I moved to her other breast, and my free hand luxuriated in the soft smoothness of her skin as it glided along her side between her arm and her waist.

Angelina was enjoying my attention, but I could feel her pushing me further down her belly. I complied with her request, kissing my way towards her navel, then on to the rise of her mound. I could smell the muskiness of her arousal as I approached the juncture of her thighs, and the moisture of her juices tasted like nectar to my palette. Lapping her outer lips, I was rewarded with the sound of her groans of delight. Then easing my tongue between those puffy folds of feminine flesh, I lightly grazed the tip of her clit several times in rapid succession, and was rewarded with the emergence of her little pink pearl. Angie thrust her hips upwards, forcing her sex tighter to my mouth, especially whenever I dipped my tongue into her entrance.

I licked and lathered her pussy for a few minutes more, and heard her breathing becoming faster and more irregular, punctuated by her sharp gasps whenever I touched a particularly sensitive spot. I wanted to feel her cum for me, and with my tongue now augmented by the clasping of my lips over that sensitive little button, slipped two fingers inside her in search of her G-spot. She jerked as I touched that pleasure-producing point, then inhaled deeply as I pushed up on it, raising her clit deeper into my lips. Lightly flicking on that knotted nubbin was all it took to send her to the point of no return. One more kiss at the top of her slit, and a modicum of suction, and I felt her inner walls begin to flutter, then grasp my fingers as she raced up to the peak of her pleasure. Her assent was accompanied by the screams of passion. I held her there for a little over a minute before I allowed her to relax and come down from her adrenalin-fueled high.

"I think you're right," I teased her when she let her eyelids open, "Fancy does get her screaming from her mother." Angelina looked at me with eyes of love, and smiled her acknowledgment of my observations.

"Dad," Angie begged softly. "I need to feel you inside me, being a part of me."

I flopped onto my back and invited my daughter to curl up on my chest. She responded by pressing her lips to mine, her tongue pushing itself past my lips as she sought a duel with mine. I sucked on her tongue, then let it return to her own mouth, only to have her suck on my tongue while she had me again. We kissed passionately for several minutes before I rolled her over onto her back so that I could fondle and pleasure her breasts. Running my cupped hand up and over the swell of her heaving orbs, her nipples found my thumb and forefinger, daring me to twist and pull them, their owner moaning in pure delight. Once again my lips found Angie's, and she wrapped an arm around my head and pulled me into a passionate embrace.

I began to kiss my way down Angelina's neck, over her shoulders, then captured a nipple between my lips. As I suckled on her, she moaned a little louder, and much more insistently. My hand trailed its way down her belly, stopping to tease her navel, then continued to the warmth of her mound. One finger eased itself between her puffy outer lips as I dipped into the heat of her entrance, coating it with her oozing juices. With my finger now moistened, I returned to her hooded clit, and began to tease her slowly rising nubbin by circling it lightly. Soon I was presented with her little pearl of sensitivity, and caressed it softly and lovingly. Angie rewarded me with a deep groan of anticipation, then pushed her hips up against my hand in a plea for more. I slowly stroked her love tunnel with two fingers, gently stimulating her inner ridges as I pushed up on her G-spot and exposed a little more of her excited clit to my thumb's explorations.

My lips started to migrate from Angie's breasts down towards that magical juncture of her thighs, but she stopped my progress as I lovingly kissed the top of her tummy's slight bulge.

"Dad," she whispered, "right now, I want you inside me."

Angelina set her legs so that her heels were pressed tight to her butt cheeks, letting her knees flop onto the bed. I perched in the vee of her thighs, then leaned forward until the tip of my cock grazed her pussy slit. Lubing me with her juices, she reached between us and guided my throbbing member to her entrance, then encouraged me to slide inside her. As I slipped between the delicious folds of her lips, I found her pussy to be broiling with heat. She was so wet that there was virtually no friction between her velvety walls and the head of my cock, and in one slow thrust, I was buried inside her to the hilt, my pubic bone grinding on her engorged clit.

We began a luxurious rhythm of our hips, perfectly synchronized, with more passion than lust. God, how I loved this woman! All I could think about was giving her all the pleasure I was capable of sharing. We gently thrust against each other for several minutes before I felt Angelina start to flutter against my shaft. I sped up my strokes, and was rewarded by the changes in her breathing, which became raspier and more ragged with each stroke. Her vaginal muscles suddenly gripped me tightly as her climax grew inside her. She relaxed for a second, and I was able to push my cock to the depths of her before she locked onto me again. I rocked my pubic bone over her passion pearl, sending her over the edge, and she shuddered under me. I heard her inhale sharply, then hold her breath as her orgasm consumed her very being, finally being released in the form of a muffled scream of passion and pleasure, her mouth pressed against the hollow at the base of my neck.

Angie's shudders and the grip she had on my cock took me to the point of no return. As my own orgasm swept up my cock, I launched pulses of my seed deep inside my daughter, sending ripples of lustful joy through her as she shuddered with several aftershocks. I had thrown my head back and closed my eyes, and waves of dancing lights ran across the inside of my eyelids. When Angelina let out a series of high-pitched squeaks, I thought I heard another scream echo in the room. It was only as we flowed into our post-coital bliss that I understood that my granddaughter had also enjoyed another of her own self-induced orgasms. There was a beautiful irony to all three of us cumming simultaneously.

I rolled us both over so that Angie was resting on my stomach, holding her tightly in my arms and basking in her warmth. Every muscle in my body seemed to go slack, and I could feel the waves of sleep attempting to take my consciousness away. It was only the soft sound of my daughter's voice that broke the spell.

"Mmm, I think I heard your granddaughter enjoying another orgasm," Angelina murmured in my ear. "I just hope hers was as wonderful as the ones I just had."

Angelina pressed her lips to mine, kissing me deeply and passionately for several minutes before relaxing her purchase on me. I could feel her hot breath searing my ear, and it sent shivers of happiness down my spine. Soon, my cock softened and slipped out of her pussy, allowing our combined juices to leak out and over my lower groin. I wondered if maybe I should take a shower before we fell asleep, but I really didn't care. Just having Angelina in my arms made everything else secondary.

Angie re-arranged herself so that her head was on my chest, and one leg draped over my thigh. She really did enjoy being in that position, and I appreciated the warmth of her heavenly and feminine body. Once she was settled, I felt her arm pull against my midriff in a show of love and affection.

"Dad?" my daughter whispered. "Fancy tried to get you inside her yesterday, didn't she?"

"Umm, yeah, she did. Why, Sweetheart? Were you worried for her?" I replied.

"Worried? No. But even after she tried to give herself to you, you didn't take her, did you?"

"No, I didn't. She's not ready to lose her virginity yet, in my opinion, but she doesn't believe me," I mumbled.

"Most men would die to be able to make love to your granddaughter, and I'm trying to understand why you didn't. Was it because of me?"

"A good part of it was, Sweetheart," I tried to explain. "Fancy's still got some learning to go through before she'll be ready to make that leap into womanhood. Maybe the difference between her and you is that, at her age, you were ready. She still isn't. Giving herself now, even to someone she thinks she's in love with, could leave her with scars that you never had to deal with."

Angie raised her head and propped it up with one hand while drawing lazy figure eights on my chest with the other.

"Like what kinds of things are you thinking? What is it that you think she has to learn before she'll be ready? I don't understand," she quizzed me.

"Angie, you know what the difference between love and just sex is, right?" I asked.

"Yeah, I do, and I vaguely remember you and I talking about it when I was, what, fifteen? I guess it must have sunk in, because I really was in love with Jay Coswell. He was the boy that I gave my virginity to. I thought I was in love with Darren, too, but looking back, I think it was just uncontrolled lust. Once we were married, I couldn't feel any warmth from him. Gawd, I was such a fool for that man!"

"Yeah, well, that's all water under the bridge, Sweetheart. But he sure wasn't a good example for Fancy anyway. I get the feeling she doesn't understand that difference yet, and until she does, she's not ready. Oh, and don't give me that bit about her being almost seventeen, and most girls have lost theirs by this age. It won't wash. I love my granddaughter too much to see her get hurt by some young bozo in the back seat of a car."

I looked into my daughter's eyes, and thought I could see a sparkle of laughter hiding in there somewhere.

"You and Jay? In the back of that old Buick he drove? No!" I asked incredulously. Angie just chuckled, but didn't say a word. Then I remembered when Fay had given me her cherry, and I joined my daughter in laughter.

"What's so funny, you old goat? That Jay and I first did it in his Buick?"

"No, Sweetheart. At least in a Buick, there's some room to move. Your mother and I did it for the first time in that little Austin Mini I had. Gawd, that was a real contortionist's nightmare! It wasn't the only time, either."

"You're kidding? An Austin Mini? Dad, I thought you were a little more considerate than that. Poor Mom!"