The Phillips Family Curse Ch. 02

I looked up at her eyes as she looked down at me, a bit of a smirk crossing her plump, full lips.

"Are you kidding me?" I called out angrily, my shoulders slumping in near defeat. After all that had happened... now this? Grandma too?

"Oh, don't feel bad," she began, straightening her bra-strap. "This was destined to happen the second you stepped foot here. Although, I must say, you really misplayed your hand here. If you had just accepted your fate, your cousin or your sister could have been yours for the taking. Both, prime pieces of ass, girls your own age, no one would have blamed you. But now, your dick is so in need and so ready to burst that you are about to hook up with your lingerie-clad grandmother."

"We're not about to hook up." I asserted, wondering how I was gonna get out of this one.

"Yes we are. I've worked all weekend to ensure this very outcome. The second I saw you I knew I had to have you. As soon as I touched you, when we hugged and I rubbed my big boobs on your tight fucking chest, I was dripping in my thong. I knew I'd have to take you as my own. You were strong enough to resist the other girls, but not me. I kept you in my grasp, not pushing too hard, letting all these women wear you down, knowing I was the only one here that had what it took to seal the deal. I was the only one here that you would submit to."

Like a detective reaching an epiphany on a crime, I saw all the pieces come together from this weekend. Knowing now who was responsible, I could fit all the pieces in place. All weekend, she had been watching. I thought it was to protect me, but she was no doubt leering over me like all the rest. She had kept all the women from getting too close, wanting to save me for herself. She had lulled me in just so she could get me in this precarious position. Some other things began to click in my head. Dana had seemed so insistent that she hadn't messed with the alarm clock this morning. This was Grandma's house, she could move around without detection. If her plan was to keep me close, that was the way to do it. She had turned the alarm off. And later on that morning I had found that discarded thong in my bed, the sheets soaked with the sweat of exertion. And it was just before I discovered that stuff that I had been talking to her. She was sweating, complaining about the heat, but I'm guessing that perspiration was from something else entirely.

She was looking down at me, as if reading my thoughts and confirming my suspicions with the smallest of smiles.

"You should take it as a point of pride, Jesse." Grandma began. "For as long as our name goes back, women like me have been resisting the undeniable urge that all Phillips women face. The urge to breed from within, to eat our young, to indulge in the dark waters of incest. Never in 300 years has a Phillips woman faced the temptation you offer, a temptation even the strongest of us can't avoid. Tonight is the night we finally indulge. Tonight is the night our family tree turns inward. And it's all because of you." You had to get so buff and gorgeous. You had to practically flaunt yourself in front of us."

"I didn't!" I replied.

"Hon, you can keep acting like you don't want this, but your actions say otherwise. You have spent all weekend flaunting your body in front of us. I have seen your sexy arms, your firm abs, repeatedly. I even saw your cute bare ass. Honey, I think you want this even more than we do. You were practically waving your big dick under our noses, daring us to take it one step further. Well honey, I'm gonna take this all the way."

"I... I... Grandma..." I pleaded, trying to talk her out of this.

"I know, I know. It must sting a bit, knowing all that hard work, gaining all those yummy muscles... all they'll be used for, all the good they'll do you, is to pump hot, thick loads of cum into your own grandmother's tight cunt!" she remarked with a cocky smirk. I rubbed my forehead in disbelief, panicking.

What was I gonna do? Push past her, run back into the hallway, and into the clutches of those four women out there? Or jump off the balcony and break my ankles? No! I had to think. I had to come up with something. There had to be a way. Maybe I could just delay things till I came up with something.

"Why... why would you throw it all away, all this work you did? Do you know how wrong this is?" I asked.

"Of course I do," she began. "But face it, Jesse... you're hot. Like, mouth-wateringly sexy. Ever since your grandfather's been out of the picture, I've spent a lot of time fucking young athletes like yourself. But, mmm, you make me think BAD thoughts, Jesse. Bad thoughts. I have never wanted to fuck a man's brains out as badly as I want to with you. You're going to get my fucking best. The stuff I save for the guys I'm really hot for. My body is going to run a marathon on your fat fucking cock. I hope you're ready."

"Grandma... I don't want to do this. I have a girlfriend. I don't want to have..." I paused, the words too crazy to even say, "I don't want to have sex with my own grandmother."

"Well, then, it must be tough to have such a disobedient dick." she stated, looking down at me, appraising me. "You're brain knows you shouldn't want it, but your cock totally does. Your brain sees your grandmother showing off so much sexy skin and you want to look away, but your cock is slobbering all over itself at the sight of me. Your cock is as hard as a brick seeing your own grandmother with her boobs pouring out of her bra, and her ass hanging out, something so wrong, something you know you shouldn't be seeing, but your cock loves it. It loves the filth! You might think you're different from the rest of us, but trust me, Jesse, there's an animal inside you that wants this as bad as I do. You so desperately want to throw me down, fuck my brains out, and take your rightful place as the real man of the family."

"No." I replied softly.

"You want to slide your giant, throbbing cock into your grandmother's tight, silky cunt, pump it into me as hard as possible, and empty those massive fucking balls inside me!" she said, her voice smooth and tempting.

"No."

"You want to put your hands on your own grandmother's huge fucking tits and squeeze them, slap them, bite them, fuck them... you want to fire all that thick, hot cum all over them, don't you?" Grandma asked.

"No!"

"My, you are a sick puppy, aren't you? You want your own grandmother to get on her knees, scoop that fat cock out of your pants, open her mouth, and wrap her plump lips around the width of that throbbing cock. And you want me to suck that fat piece of meat until it explodes a huge load of tasty cum down my tight throat? That's a pretty nasty thing to come here hoping for, Jesse."

"No! Of course not!" I replied.

"What, you don't... no, no, you can't be serious. Are you saying you want to bend your own grandmother over the bed, pry her ass-cheeks apart, worship her tasty asshole with your tongue, and then use your fat cock to split my ass apart? God, I never knew how positively nasty my own grandson was. I like it!" Grandma purred.

"NO!" I screamed out, standing up so that I was now looking down at her. She didn't seem intimidated at all by this action. She only smiled. "Grandma, I... don't... want... any... of... these... things!" I said, enunciating every word, trying to be as clear as possible. "I have a girlfriend. I love her! I don't want to cheat on her! I don't want to have sex with my grandmother, my mom, my sister, my cousin, my aunt... none of you! Why can't any of you understand this?"

"Oh my goodness, I want you so fucking bad right now!" she purred, a moan rising from her throat as she grabbed my shirt with both hands. I swept her hands off of me and moved away from her, moving around her so I was standing in the center of the room. She looked at me, almost amused. She then sat down on the edge of the bed in the spot I just vacated. She crossed her bare legs and let her eyes lazily look up at me. I couldn't help but let my eyes glance at her bare legs for a moment, her foot dangling slowly, before looking back up at her quickly before she could notice.

"So, what's your plan, then?" she asked, her tone a little more firm. "You gonna go out there and let those four maul you? You gonna climb down the side of the house? Or will you suck it up, do your duty, and spend the night getting hot and sweaty between the sheets with your grandma? The answer seems obvious to me."

"I'll wait you out." I replied. "I'll wait till the guys get back. Then, the party will be over and I can just walk away. Make some excuse to leave. Fly across the country and never come back."

"Go home for what? That little girlfriend of yours? HA!" she laughed. "Don't kid yourself. Even you can't be naïve enough to admit that she could actually compete with me. It must be tough to know that your grandmother has your girlfriend beat in every way. I'm older, which is good, cause I know it's so 'in vogue' nowadays for men to be with much older women." That wasn't true at all... was it? She continued.

"Remember, I saw a picture of your girlfriend. Sandy, is it? And she's... she's cute, I suppose. But even you have to admit, I am much more attractive. I'm prettier AND sexier, even though I've spotted her about thirty years. I'm a 10, and she's maybe a 4... maybe."

"She is not a four!" I defended, knowing that my girlfriend was a lot sexier than that, and also knowing that it would be impossible to think that most guys would choose Grandma over Sandy. That's just crazy talk.

"Okay, we can agree on a three, then, but there's no doubt that I'm a ten." She began. I raised an eyebrow, and she could no doubt see me skepticism. "I'll prove it. Admit it, I have a better body then your skinny... bony... flat little girlfriend. I have better legs," she paused, running her palms over her long, firm legs, looking up at me as she did so. I watched her run her hands down her smooth skin.

"And, I'm guessing that you're an ass-man, cause if you were a breast man, you wouldn't be caught dead with a girl as flat as her," she paused, standing up, turning and bending over the bed, pointing her round, firm, thong-clad butt at me again. "There's no question I have a better ass than her. A firmer, rounder, juicier ass. Look at it, Jesse! Look at your grandmother's ass!" she said, her tone getting louder as she reached back to crisply smack one of the juicy cheeks. And, as much as I hated to admit it, I was looking.

An ass-man like me could never resist the lure of a juicy behind, and as much as I hated myself for it, I couldn't help but stare at hers. She had an amazing ass. Each cheek was full and round and smooth, looking amazingly meaty and mouth-watering. Her ass was built for sex, built to take a rough pounding, built to drive back against a vigorous lover. Built to be spanked, smacked, and slapped. And when she reached back to pull one cheek apart from the other, exposing the full length of the tiny string running down the length of her ass-crack, I had another realization. I had never rimmed a girl, like a said before, but somehow, there was something about this ass, something more powerful than Sandy's rear. This was an ass to be worshipped. This was an ass that deserved the full treatment, the type of ass that really deserved to feel the exquisite kiss of an appreciative lover between the two cheeks, directly on her tight, sexy asshole. I gulped, trying to shake these illicit thoughts away. Where did that come from?

"You love this ass, Jesse. You love it!" she accused, slapping her own ass again. "You think it's the best ass you've ever seen, don't you? You want it... you want to fuck this ass. You want to know first-hand what this ass can do in the bedroom. You're drooling over it! You're falling in love with your own grandmother's ass. You love it way more than that plain little thing you're currently sticking your dick in."

"No..." I said softly, stunned by her language, unable to think of what to do to change this behavior in her.

"But at the end of the night, you're not gonna be an ass-man anymore... you're gonna be a breast-man. Because no woman, not your precious girlfriend, not even one of the girls in that hall have tits as massive as mine!" As she made this boast, she stood up and spun around, her big boobs bouncing in her bra as she stood in front of me, jutting out her huge jugs at me. I couldn't help but acknowledge... they looked absolutely huge. "Once you fuck a girl with huge breasts, once you know what a pair of enormous tits can do to you, you don't go back. You get addicted immediately. Once you touch them, once you squeeze them, you can never settle for less. Just imagine feeling all of this soft, succulent flesh smothering every inch of your fat young cock. Imagine how sexy it will be to see these tits covered in your hot, thick cum!"

"No... NO!" I said, more firmly, trying to ignore the images she was conjuring, trying to not imagine her huge tits covered in my sticky cum. "I don't want this! And please... stop talking about Sandy like that!" I said, anger and confusion flowing through my veins.

"Jesse, she embarrasses herself every day by thinking she can actually keep a stud like you to herself," she said. "She embarrasses herself merely by entering the dating pool. She embarrasses herself by thinking she could compare to a real woman like me! I bet you have to put a bag on her face when you're..."

"STOP!" I called out angrily. She merely smiled.

"Mmm, look at this passion," she cooed, stepping towards me. "You say you don't want this, but your passion tells me the opposite. I want you to take all this yummy anger out on me. On my body," she said, putting her hands on my chest. I jumped away, as if burned by her touch. I bumped into a table behind me. Reaching behind me to prevent it from falling, I had to turn as she kept coming at me.

"You don't have to be afraid, Jesse," she began. "A gorgeous young man like yourself should never be ashamed about his desires. His needs. Young men need sex. It's healthy, it's natural, and it's all in good fun. And they need sex from the hottest woman they can get their hands on. In most cases, that means whatever hot young thing with big tits catches your eye, but for you, it means that a family reunion becomes a meat market. It means that going to a family reunion ends with you drowning in wet pussy. You were born into a family with women who are absolute tens, in every way imaginable, so you shouldn't be ashamed that you've spent all weekend getting hard over us and thinking about filling us up with your hot cum."

"No! Please..." I said, shaking my head. "I... stop talking about this stuff."

"Hon, it's too late for you, I'm afraid," she began. "I could let you go, go back to what's-her-name, but the next time you have sex with her, try stopping your brain from thinking about me when having sex. Try not to fantasize about my ass when you lose control. Try not to imagine my tits bouncing when you're looking at her flat chest. Try not thinking about my gorgeous face when looking at her plain one. From now on, every time you fuck, every time you cum, you'll be thinking about me. About my body. It doesn't matter who you're fucking, I've spoiled you for good. You've seen too much, already. I'm just too hot for a young man like you to ignore. It's best to accept that now, cause you will eventually, and you will come crawling back. And if you make me wait, I will not take it easy on you," she warned. My back hit the wall, the large family tree hanging on the wall behind me. She stepped close to me, her large boobs pressing into my chest lightly. I didn't want to in any way touch her to push her away, and she knew that. I couldn't put my hands on her. I wanted to talk her down from the ledge, but she wasn't budging. Knowing she had me boxed in, she took advantage.

"One thing that's pretty obvious, is that incest isn't the only thing that runs in this family," she started, one of her hands teasing at the hem of my shirt. "All of us Phillips girls love sex. And I'm pretty sure the men do too," she said with a laugh. I suddenly felt her hand slide under my shirt, her fingers gliding over my abs. "Phillips women tend to be... a bit slutty. Even the more uptight ones can get down and dirty when the time is right. I hope you don't think less of us cause we're all practically throwing ourselves at you. We're all smart, independent, self-actualized women, and we typically don't go this gaga over a guy simply because he has an amazing set of abs," she said in a heated whisper, massaging my abs between her fingers. "Or incredible, mouth-watering arms," she said, using her other hand to squeeze my bicep. "Or an amazing butt." She reached down with the hand that was on my arm to grab my ass, digging into it firmly, forcing me against her, my bulging crotch pressing into her stomach. "Or an amazing chest," she said, lifting my shirt to scratch her fingers lightly over my pecs. Before I could react, she used both hands to pull my shirt apart, the buttons flying everywhere. And before I could stop it, she pulled it down to the floor behind me. She took advantage of this new predicament, letting both of her hands slide over my chest, her old fingers against my young, tanned muscles. "But baby, you are a total package." She then slid her hands down my body, her fingers trailing along the triangle of muscles pointing at my crotch. Her fingers slid to the hem of my shorts, teasing at me lightly, making me shiver. I was frozen in place, not knowing what to do, my bare chest pressing against her barely covered breasts. "You're such a sweetheart, but you have the body of model... every girl's fantasy. Face it, baby, you're just too God damned fuckable." With that, she popped open the button on my shorts, and roughly yanked my zipper down. This motion caused me to jump into action. I had to push her away and jump away. She looked at me with hungry amusement, and it was only then I realized my shorts had fallen to my ankles.

I was now only in my tight boxer-briefs, which clung to my crotch. And in my current state, that was very bad news, as my rock-hard prick was clearly noticeable through the forest green fabric. And Grandma... she was definitely noticing.

"That fucking bulge right there is why all these seemingly normal women are acting like crazed sluts." Grandma explained, her eyes never leaving my barely covered package. "That fat, young, meaty cock is why I am willing to throw away my life's work, and the work of all the strong women before me. That throbbing dick is what is about to lead our great family to its doom. Our family's amazing genes have created a perfect fucking male specimen with the most amazing, fat, juicy piece of teenage fuck-meat hanging between his legs. And I can only think of this as a gift."

"A gift?" I questioned, about to reach down to pull up my shorts before she stepped forward, moving her legs between mine, planting one foot on the discarded shorts, shaking her head to tell me that wouldn't be necessary. I felt my covered cock graze against her bare leg. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pushing her front against mine, her big, pillowy breasts, pressing against me again. An old woman pressing into a young man. A taut, hard-bodied nearly nude college student pressed against his lush, voluptuous, hot-bodied grandmother.

"After all this hard work, after we've fought against this precise outcome for so long, you're planted in our laps. You, with your hot body, and your fat, meaty cock, and all I can think is that maybe this whole thing isn't a curse... maybe it's a gift. Maybe this is meant to happen, and we're fighting an unstoppable force. And if that's the case, after all the work I've done to protect this family... shouldn't I be the one to sample the forbidden fruit?" she asked. I shivered at this uncomfortable closeness. I felt my crotch graze against hers as she shimmied slightly in front of me, and in this same motion of hers, I felt her hard nipples grazing against my chest.