Grandpa's Christmas Treat

"I lost track of time, mum" she responded, "I was exercising and didn't have time to shower or change." She glanced at her grandpa as she was talking and was pleased to see that he was looking intently at her, his eyes focused on her breasts. She looked down at her feet, "Oh damn," she cursed, "I think I've chipped a toenail." With that, she bent down, keeping her legs straight, her arse pointed towards Bill. She was sure she heard him let out a sigh as she slowly straightened back up.

Once seated, they began their meal. The conversation focused on her parents impending cruise and both Dave and Chelsea became very animated at times. Lily tried to focus on the conversation and join in when she could, but her eyes often drifted to her grandpa. He was his usual, jovial self -- cracking jokes and making fun of his son, comparing him to an excited schoolboy but Lily noticed that his attention seemed focussed on Rose, sitting opposite him with a low-cut top on, her cleavage inviting his gaze. She picked up her wine glass and drained it to the surprise of both her parents.

"Take it easy, Lily, we don't want you getting drunk," her father said.

"Sorry dad. I think all that exercise made me thirsty," she replied, her eyes looking towards Bill. He was, however, in some quiet conversation with Rose at the end of which they both burst out laughing. Lily wondered if they were laughing about her, a tear formed in the corner of her eye which she brushed away quickly before anyone could see.

Once dinner was over, Lily was left to load the dishwasher while the others moved through to the living room.

"Okay, so what to watch?" asked Dave.

"How about Titanic?" suggested Bill, a huge smile on his face.

"Mmm -- maybe not," responded Chelsea, giving Bill a soft smack on his backside, "How about a nice Christmas film?"

"I know," said Rose, "as she got lumbered with loading the dishwasher, why don't we put on Lily's fave film -- "Love Actually?"

"Great idea," agreed Chelsea, scrolling through the film options on the tv before selecting the film.

As Dave and Chelsea settled into their armchairs, Bill sat next to Rose on the couch, his thigh pressed up against hers.

"Gramps, do you need to be quite so close?" she queried, "There's plenty of room."

"Just making sure that there's space for Lily, when she joins us," he responded, patting her bare thigh.

When Lily entered the room, she was delighted with the film choice and sat the other side of her grandpa. She couldn't help but notice how close they were to each other, nor how her grandpa's hand frequently touched Rose's thigh whenever he spoke to her.

When the film arrived at the scene where the porn film is being made, Bill called out, "Now, that's what I should have been! Can you imagine getting paid for doing something you really enjoy?"

"Dad!" exclaimed Dave, "not in front of the girls."

Bill looked at Rose and Lily, "They don't look shocked Dave and, come on, it's not like they're still young and innocent. They are grown girls -- I'm sure they know all about sex."

"Yeah, well, I don't like to think about that dad. They're still my princesses and, in my mind, that's what they'll always be."

"Dadddd," the two girls said in unison, "we can't stay 11 forever."

"Anyway, you know I've got a boyfriend now -- you know I know about sex," continued Rose, "Not sure about her though," she gave her sister an inquisitive look.

"Rose, I'm not going to discuss what I have or haven't done in front of mum and dad," she responded.

Rose looked at her sister and then at Bill, "So, you're happy to talk about it in front of grandpa then?"

"I didn't say that," said Lily, her face turning crimson, "Can we just get back to watching the film please?"

"Yes, good idea," agreed Chelsea, "maybe we can avoid any more risqué comments Bill?"

Bill looked at Dave and Chelsea, "Sure, sorry, it's just that I consider us all adults now -- I suppose sometimes I forget that there are still boundaries."

They watched the rest of the film in relative silence. Once it was finished the girls went up to their bedrooms and Bill, Dave and Chelsea had a nightcap. At around midnight the three of them went up to their rooms, Chelsea giving Bill a more passionate kiss than usual as she stopped with him outside his bedroom.

"If you need anything, just let me know, Bill," she said in a low, slightly husky voice.

He watched her walk away towards her own bedroom, noticing for maybe the first time in years, what a sexy woman his son had married.

Laying down on his bed, naked, Bill began to think of the day's highlights as he stroked his cock. His hands on Rose's arse when he arrived, the nipples of Lily showing through her leotard, her shapely arse when she bent over, the view of Rose's cleavage at the dinner table. His favourite memory had to be when the girls were going up to bed, how he had squeezed past Rose as she was kissing her dad goodnight, pressing his groin against her arse. He was half-sure that he had felt her push back against him. At that point, his cock erupted and cum sprayed up his body, coating his abdomen and some even reaching his right nipple. He turned onto his side and drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, Bill awoke bright and breezy. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist before heading for the bathroom. He opened the bathroom door and was greeted by the sight of Rose naked in the shower. He watched until she realised he was in the doorway and covered her breasts and pussy as best as she could, then he apologised and closed the door returning to his room. After jerking off, Bill sat on his bed, reading news items on his phone until he heard the bathroom door open. After allowing a few seconds, he opened the door to his room and walked out, just catching sight of the lovely Rose, wrapped in a towel, entering her bedroom.

"Christ," he thought, "she looks sexy in just about anything."

Bill showered quickly, the thoughts of Rose's naked body never far from his mind. He wanked again in the shower as he remembered watching her lathering her breasts, her nipples erect from the attention; spraying his cum on the glass door. When he was finished, he cleaned up his mess, using the shower head to wash it away, before getting out and drying himself.

When he got downstairs to the kitchen, everyone was already there breakfasting. Chelsea poured him a coffee and placed it on the table.

"Bacon and eggs, pop?" she enquired.

"Sounds good, honey," he responded, as he sat down, once again opposite Rose, admiring her shapely breasts. He was relieved that the subject of the bathroom incident wasn't raised at the table by Rose and breakfast passed quickly, with chat dominated by Chelsea and Dave checking with each other about things they needed to take for the cruise.

With the weather getting worse, a family decision was reached that Bill should drive the girls to his place sooner than originally planned. They quickly packed up the car and said their goodbyes, wishing Dave and Chelsea a wonderful cruise and stating that they would message them on Christmas Day.

Walking to the car, Bill noticed that Rose was wearing high heels. "Not very practical, honey," he mentioned, "you'll definitely need to change those when we get to my house. You'll never be able to walk in the snow in those and the snow would probably ruin them."

"No sweat, gramps, I've got my trainers in this bag," Rose swung a carrier bag in her hand as she spoke.

Bill was disappointed when it was Lily who got into the front with him; her coat covered her legs down to her knees and the padding did nothing to emphasise her great figure. Rose, on the other hand, was only wearing a jacket and her usual mini-skirt which would have given him plenty of leg to look at during the three-hour drive.

They were chatting about the cruise that Dave and Chelsea were due to go on when Lily suddenly changed the subject.

"So, gramps, given the chance you would have been a porn star then?" she enquired.

Rose immediately stopped texting her friends and listened closely.

"Your dad said I wasn't to discuss such subjects with you girls -- you know that, you heard him."

"Well," pressed Lily, "I got the impression you felt you should be able to discuss anything with us; after all, we are all adults and," she looked conspiratorially at her sister, "we won't tell them if you don't."

Bill looked at her and then in the rear-view mirror at Rose; "That the same with you, Rose? Any conversations we have don't need to get back to your parents?"

"Sure, Bill -- I've got no problems with that," she said, licking her lips teasingly as she looked back at her gramps in the mirror.

Bill watched her tongue slowly trace its way around her lips and only stopped looking when it disappeared back in her mouth.

"Okay," he sighed, "why the hell not. It'll kill some time during the journey. So -- yeah, why not make a living as a porn star? I've always been a big advocate of doing something you enjoy for a living -- lets face it, you spend a long time working so if you can enjoy your job, all the better. And there is nothing on this planet I enjoy anywhere near as much as sex, so, yeah -- if the opportunity had arisen, I reckon I would have jumped at the chance."

"You're still a good-looking man gramps and you certainly still look fit -- why not now?" enquired Lily.

Bill roared with laughter, "Become a porn star at my age? I think I may have missed that boat."

"There are men your age and older in the porn industry, gramps," she continued.

"Oh, and you'd know that how, exactly?" asked Bill, raising an eyebrow as he looked at her.

Lily flushed in the face as she stumbled over her response, "I -- umm -- you won't say anything to mum and dad, will you?"

"Nope -- this whole conversation is off the record. Nothing said today will get back to your parents," stated Bill.

"Well," she started, looking down at her lap, "I walked in on mum watching porn -- I was there for about thirty seconds before she realised and it was these three old dudes -- when I say that gramps, they all looked a lot older than you -- with this young woman."

Rose burst out laughing, "Mum watching porn? Mum watching grandpa porn! Well, well -- isn't she the dark horse."

Bill looked at Lily, "Well, well -- who'd have thought it? Yeah -- I know there is a market for old guys in porn but I figured they would all be porn stars who have aged -- you know, started out in the industry young and just got older and their roles having changed. Anyway, you girls don't want your old gramps to be a porn star, do you? Imagine going to a friends house and they have your old gramps on their tablet with some young beauty -- what would you say?"

Lily looked across at her grandpa, admiring his broad chest and his muscly thighs defined in his tight jeans. "No gramps," she said, "I don't want any of my friends seeing you naked." That's a pleasure I want all to myself, she thought.

Rose interjected, "I'd let them know who you were if it were my friends! I'd say, "Yeah, that hunk of an old man is my gramps -- hasn't he got a nice cock?" I'd get them all jealous -- who knows, maybe I could fix you up with one or two of them," she jested.

Bill laughed, "For one thing, you don't know if I've got a nice cock or not and for another, what makes you think I'd be interested in any of your friends?"

Looking at her grandfather, Rose continued, "Well, as for the first thing, I've seen you in swimming trunks and when we had my pool party last summer I sure as hell noticed how your trunks bulged whenever Stacy walked past in her bikini. So, I reckon you've got a decent package down there and you, at the very least, would like Stacy to experience the benefits of it."

As Bill pulled off the freeway onto the spur route, he looked at Rose in the mirror, his face turning a shade of red. "I don't remember that -- can't say as I recall anyone in particular catching my eye," he lied.

"Okay, gramps, if that's what you say," an obvious smile on Rose's face as she returned to her phone and resumed messaging her friends.

Bill drove on in silence as he thought about Rose's pool party. Sure, his cock had swollen sometimes when Stacy had walked past him -- he could remember feeling it growing vividly -- but it was only on those occasions when Stacy was accompanied by Rose, herself, in her red bikini which had left little to the imagination. Even remembering the party now caused a stirring in his groin; something Lily couldn't help but notice as she looked across at her grandpa. She unwittingly licked her lips as she watched the bulge grow in her grandpa's jeans.

The rest of the journey passed in relative silence, Lily and Bill lost in their own thoughts while Rose was busily letting her friends, well those that had met Bill, know that he wanted to be a porn actor.

As they pulled up outside his remote cottage, Lily, who had been desperately crossing her legs for the last ten minutes asked Bill for the keys as she badly needed the loo. Bill fished the house keys from his pocket and handed them to her, telling Rose to change into her trainers before she got out. The snow on the ground was about six inches deep now and there was every chance that Rose would end up on the ground if she tried to negotiate the walk in her heels. He watched her as she reached for her bag; while her head was looking down, he re-positioned his rear-view mirror.

He watched in silence as Rose brought her right foot up onto the edge of her seat, her short skirt sliding up her thigh. As she reached down to unbuckle her shoe, he had a great view of her black lacy panties. She seemed to struggle with undoing the strap, giving Bill plenty of time to feast his eyes on the delectable sight of her inner thighs and that gorgeous place where they met, where he wanted to explore. Eventually, she completed the task of replacing her right shoe with her trainer and changed legs; as she brought her left leg up, it seemed to Bill that her thighs were parted wider. He gazed in wonder at the exhibition he was watching, giving his cock a light stroke with his hidden left hand. Rose took just as long with this shoe, finally completing the task, she looked up at her Grandpa.

"Finished Gramps," she smiled, "hope you enjoyed the show, you dirty old man."

"What? I wasn't watching," Bill asserted, as he exited the car, opening the door for Rose and helping her out. He watched as she slid along the car seat, her skirt riding up her thighs again. As she sat on the edge of the seat, both feet in the snow, her eyes level with Bill's crotch, she looked at the obvious bulge. She contemplated saying something but decided against; her teasing of her grandpa had gone far enough for one day.

As Bill went to the trunk to retrieve their bags and the Christmas sacks, Rose made her way to the cottage. His eyes followed her every step of the way, admiring her athletic legs and thinking of those lacy black panties. He had to make two trips to bring everything in, placing the girls' bags in their separate bedrooms and the sacks under the tree.

When he had finished, Lily was already in the kitchen, preparing them all a snack.

"What would you like to drink, gramps?" she asked him, smiling warmly.

"Oh -- well, my driving for the day is done. Get me a beer from the fridge will you honey. You know where the glasses are. I'm just gonna pop upstairs and change -- I'll be down in five."

Bill made his way up to his bedroom and removed his jeans. Laying on the bed, he pulled out his cock and started to stroke as he thought about watching Rose change her shoes in the car. His thoughts turning to the young pussy hidden behind those panties, his strokes became faster and faster until a fountain of cum sprayed onto his shirt. He grunted as he felt the release; wiping his cum-covered fingers on his shirt which he quickly whipped off.

When he returned to the kitchen, he gratefully accepted the beer and sandwich from Lily and the two of them went to find Rose in the living room. She had the telly on and was watching a Christmas film that was about half-way through.

"So, as your parents aren't here, I've put Rose in the room they usually have and you, Lily, in the room you two usually share. Unless, of course, you'd prefer to be together?" Please don't want to share, he thought, hoping to get into Rose's bed with her at some time over the festive period.

"Yeah, that's fine," said Rose, "a nice big double just in case I find some nice local boy to keep me warm, Gramps?" winking at Bill.

"No bringing boys back here Rose. I'm not having you bringing strangers into the house -- anyway, I thought you had a boyfriend."

"You know the old saying gramps. While the cat's away," she smiled at him.

Turning to Lily, he asked, "That okay with you too Lily?"

"Yeah, pops," she responded, "I would have liked the double but our normal room is fine. We're used to having our separate rooms now, so it is always a bit strange when we have to share."

"I've popped your bags in your rooms -- make yourselves at home. You know where the towels are if you want a shower -- help yourselves to what's in the fridge and, as always, this time of year, the bar is always open."

He settled down into his favourite armchair, which gave him a perfect side-on view of Rose. This was spoilt, however, when Lily chose to sit next to her sister, blocking the majority of her shapely figure from his view. He cast his eyes over Lily; the figure was almost identical and should, in theory, be just as nice to appreciate -- if she didn't keep it so covered up with what her mother called "sensible" clothing. Bill sighed, took another mouthful of beer, and focused on the film.

When the movie finished, Rose got up and said she was going to her room to unpack. As she passed Bill, she paused. "What's that Christmas gig like in town gramps?" she asked.

"Oh, you saw the poster for that did you? It's an annual event, mostly for the youngsters -- but if you think I'm driving you into town and then driving back there to pick you up at midnight, think again missy."

Rose pouted at him, "Please grandpa -- I can't spend the entire holidays stuck in this place."

"Rose, the holidays are for me as much as for you. I intend to have a drink without worrying about having to drive. There's plenty for us to do here -- I've got board games, music, films on tv -- we could play charades."

At this last option, Rose burst into laughter with Lily joining in quite soon. "Charades pops? Really? The last time we did charades we must have been, what?" looking at Lily, "twelve? Thirteen tops."

Lily nodded her head in agreement, but then joined in the conversation, "Charades aside, I think there is plenty to do here, gramps -- there's no need to go looking for entertainment. We can find ways to keep ourselves amused."

Rose stomped out of the room and up the stairs, slamming the bedroom door behind her.

"I swear that sister of yours could still use a damn good spanking at times," commented Bill, as the door slammed.

"I'll calm her down gramps. You find some sport or a film to watch; I'll suggest we do each other's hair," and with that, Lily made her way up to her sister's bedroom.

About two hours had passed before Bill saw the girls again. They both had totally different hairstyles when they came down for dinner.

As he served up the winter stew he had prepared, he looked at them both. "I'm damn glad you two dress so differently cos otherwise I'd never tell you apart. I had just got used to your different hairstyles and then you both get brand new styles!"

"It's just something we do gramps," said Lily, "it's good practice for our course."

"Yeah, well, like I say -- I'm just glad you dress so differently," as he said this, he allowed his eyes to look down Rose's cleavage, as he served the stew onto her plate.