Every summer as soon as school was over, Callie’s parents would send her to her grandparent’s house. It wasn’t that they wanted to be rid of her for the first six weeks of the summer, they just felt that it was good for her to get away from the roughness of the city for a while — to the clean and peaceful small town farm where her mother, Abby, had been raised.

Callie loved her grandparents dearly and always enjoyed the yearly trips. However, this year was different, because shortly after she returned from her last trip, her grandmother suffered a heart attack and died.

She and her parents had to make another trip to the farm that summer — to attend the funeral and to help her grandpa through this rough time. She remembered how sad he looked, how he seemed to have aged so much in just the short time since she had left to go home. His eyes, red-rimmed, would stare off into the distance as though he were looking for his wife to come home.

After a few weeks he sent his daughter and her family away, telling them that he would be all right ... he just needed some time now; time to grieve alone. Reluctantly they returned home, the only thing making them feel better was that the people who worked for him had promised to keep an eye on him.

Now Callie was going back for her yearly visit. Her mother thought that maybe this year grandpa might not want the company but he insisted. He said he couldn’t wait to see her; he had missed her very much.

Callie had turned fourteen, and like any girl that age, she was proud to say she was now a teenager. It made her feel so mature and so much more like a ... well, like a young lady instead of a little girl. She suddenly felt she needed to also dress the part; so, away to the Goodwill with all the tomboy clothes that she usually wore, and on with the more feminine ones. She had developed a great deal in the past year, now wearing a B cup instead of a training bra. ‘So what if it was only a 30B? — It was still a B cup!’ She and her mother shopped for new undies, dresses, and shorts — everything today’s feminine young ladies wore.

It didn’t matter to her that she was going to a farm to wear her new clothes. She was just as excited about showing her grandpa how much she had matured as she was about wearing them.

She was also a little worried about being at the farm without grandma being there. She hoped grandpa wouldn’t feel too uncomfortable. Grandma had always been the one that spent most of the time with Callie when she was on the farm, but Callie became determined that she was going to have just as much fun this year, and she would make sure her grandpa did too.

This was what she was thinking as she finished dressing for her trip. She wore a short pink skirt with a matching top that did not quite meet the top of her skirt, allowing a couple of inches of midriff to show. She didn’t realize just how sexy she looked. At 5’ 2” and 98 lbs, even at fourteen, she could turn heads. Her figure was just starting to become womanly, her breasts swelling beautifully, her legs long. Combine that with her long blonde hair and clear blue eyes and ... well, you get the picture. She was a beautiful young girl.

The three of them piled into the car and off they went. It took several hours to get to grandpa’s and about halfway there, as always, Callie realized she had to pee. Since they were driving in the country and there were no rest stops, her Dad pulled over to the side of the road and walked her a little ways into the woods to find a good place for her to go. This was something they had gone through every year on the long trip so Callie did not feel shy about peeing in front of her father.

Her father was having different thoughts. Recently his daughter was starting to dress differently and he was quickly becoming more and more aware of the child’s femininity. Upon seeing her this morning in her new outfit, he was suddenly reminded just how much his precious daughter had matured.

Now, as she prepared herself to pee, he could not take his eyes off her. He watched, rapt, as she pulled her skirt up to her waist. He felt his cock start to harden as she lowered her panties, revealing her pussy to him. With just a touch of downy blonde hair, it was a most beautiful and erotic sight. To his surprise she removed them completely, not wanting to accidentally get them wet.

In a somewhat shaky voice, he said, “Baby, I have to pee also. I’ll be right over here behind this tree.”

She looked at him, smiled, and nodded her head. As she was returning her attention to the duty at hand, her eyes ran down her father and stopped when she noticed a bulge in his pants. She knew what it was and she also knew what it meant. Ever since her mother told her the facts of life when she was 10, she understood what those noises were that came from her parent’s room, usually at night. It always made her pussy tingle when she would hear them and she would sometimes rub it, especially the spot her mother called her clitoris.

Her mom had also told her that when a man became sexually excited, his penis filled with blood, which made it grow and become very hard so that it could enter a woman’s vagina. She had seen her daddy’s penis a few times when it was all soft and small. She had always wished she could see her daddy’s penis big and hard. She wondered what it would feel like, having it inside her, hearing him groan with pleasure the way he did with her mother. These thoughts always made her pussy tingle even more.

Now she felt that same tingling in her pussy when she realized her daddy was excited and that she was the one that had excited him. As she squatted down to pee, a thought went through her head. What if her daddy was still watching her? Her pussy tingled even more now and the nastiness of the thought caused her to spread her legs even wider, wanting to show everything to him if he was watching.

Her father was doing more than just watching. As soon as he reached the tree, he hurriedly unzipped his pants, not having to pee, but having to relieve him of the sperm that was building up in his balls. He couldn’t believe how much seeing his daughter’s naked pussy had excited him. If he had stayed by her ten seconds more he most assuredly would have cum in his pants.

He pulled his straining cock out of his pants and began to stroke it. He had to look — he HAD TO. He peeked around the tree and what he saw caused him to pause in mid-stroke.

His daughter was squatting; her legs spread wide and her hands held her pussy open, as her urine seemed to squirt out of her. He could see everything: her beautiful pink pussy ... the outer lips pulled back ... the inner ones open ... the hole her pee was flowing out of ... and her cunt hole ... so small, but still he could see the opening. His eyes traveled up to her face and their eyes locked. She was smiling and looking right into his eyes!

As though in a trance, he turned his body to face her, showing her his hard cock. His mind so enthralled and inflamed that he was no longer thinking rationally. He commenced stroking it, knowing he would cum after just a few strokes — wanting her to see it.

Callie’s eyes fell to her father’s cock and widened when she saw how big it was and how his hand was moving over it. His eyes were now glued to her pussy, he moaned as he felt his cum start to shoot out from his cock.

“Ohhhhh god ... Callie...”

Callie watched as her father came, heard him say her name. The young girl’s pussy was on fire, the warm liquid coming from it only enhancing the feeling. She wanted so badly to reach down and touch herself. Instead, she continued watching as the thick white sperm continued to ooze from her daddy’s penis.

When it finally stopped, he leaned against the tree to catch his breath. Callie looked up into his eyes. She could see the guilt on his face and quickly realized that he regretted what had happened; she didn’t and wanted him to know that. She finished peeing, grabbed her panties and suddenly a wicked idea popped into her head.

Wiping her pussy dry with the panties, she pulled down her skirt and walked over to her daddy. John was still leaning against the tree, his cock outside his pants with a small amount of cum leaking from the slit. He quickly stuffed his cock back into his pants. He then straightened. Zipping up his pants and feeling so ashamed, he watched his daughter approach him.

Then she stood directly in front of him, a soft gentle smile barely playing at the corner of her lips. Looking down at her he stroked her cheek and quietly said, “I’m so sorry baby — I don’t know how to explain...”

“It’s okay, Daddy. I love you ... and ... I-I love what just happened,” Callie said, interrupting him.

“You mean ... you, er, understand what ... I mean...?”

“Oh Daddy, Mom explained the birds and the bees to me a few years ago ... although I don’t think I truly understood until now exactly what she meant about ... well, about this.”

With those words she slowly, but deliberately moved her hand upon his crotch, just lightly touching. The look of wondrous surprise on his face only served to encourage her and then the young girl became bolder, by squeezing his crotch. This brought a small moan from her daddy’s lips.

He reached down, taking her hand in his and placed it at her side. He had to stop this now. “Callie, seeing you like that — I lost control. You know I would never hurt you — it will never happen again.”

Callie’s smile faded, “But Daddy ... it’s okay. I-I wanted ... Daddy ... please don’t say that. I want it to happen again — and more — I love you.”

Her face brightened as she remembered what she was going to do. From her other hand she transferred her somewhat damp panties to the hand that he was holding. Then with her eyes locked on his she pushed the silk material into his hand.

“While I am at Grandpa’s, we can both think about what happened — and about what we want to do about it. In the meantime, take these.”

With an impish grin she slowly but deliberately, brought his hand holding the panties up to his face. He realized what she was doing but he had no will to stop her. He actually wanted this. He breathed in the aroma. As he did, he felt his cock twitch in his pants. He could smell her pussy on them — not only that but he could smell pee also. If they didn’t head back to the car now they might never make it. He quickly stuffed the panties in his jacket pocket and led her back to the car.

“What took you so long? I was about to come looking for you,” said Abby.

“Sorry, dear. After Callie went, I realized I had to also,” John said, trying not to look as guilty as he felt.

As he started the car he turned around to make sure his daughter was safely seat-belted in, and he had to catch himself that he didn’t gasp out loud. There, totally exposed to his eyes was the delicious sight of his daughter’s bare pussy. Her skirt was up to the top of her thighs and, of course, she wasn’t wearing any panties. He swallowed hard, dragged his eyes away and somehow managed to get the car moving without any mishaps. They were on the road again.

After giving her daddy that one last look at her pussy, Callie closed her legs (she didn’t want her mother finding her that way — the thought made her giggle).

Then she leaned back and started thinking about her grandpa. At first her thoughts were about her concern for him, thinking how lonely he must be now that grandma wasn’t there. In her current excited state of mind, this led to her wondering if he had started seeing anyone new — and then to even more personal thoughts such as if he was having sex. She giggled to herself as she realized she probably would not have thought of this except for what had just happened with her father.

In her reverie she remembered hearing noises coming from her grandparent’s bedroom on her previous trips. She knew that meant they were having sex and although her pussy would tingle upon hearing those grunts and groans, she never really thought anything about it. Now she thought about it — all the way to grandpa’s house.

At the same time that Callie was daydreaming about her grandpa, he was preparing the house for her arrival. This would be the first visit without May, his late wife, there to organize things. Abe was nervous. He wanted everything to be perfect but, unfortunately, he was not as good at this sort of thing as his wife had been.

He checked the food supply again, making sure he had the brands and kinds of food Abby told him that Callie liked. He had called his daughter a few days ago, feeling kind of foolish for doing so. You would think he would know by now what the girl liked but, hard as he tried, he couldn’t think of even one thing.

Food supply checked off the list, he went to the room the youngster would be sleeping in. It was the same bedroom that his daughter used to sleep in years before, so it already had a feminine feel to it.

Clean sheets, clean blankets and fresh towels in the adjoining bathroom — he checked them off on his list.

There was only one bathroom upstairs and it opened up to both his bedroom and the bedroom Callie would be in. He would have to remember to lock the door, now that she was going to be here, when he was using the toilet or was showering. He would have to remind her to do the same.

He recalled one time about three years ago when she walked in on him just as he was starting to take a leak. He smiled as he now remembered his surprised reaction of turning to her and inadvertently spraying piss over the floor, the wall and at Callie’s feet. She let out a little squeak, jumping back to avoid the spray. He recovered and turned back to the toilet, trying so hard not to bust out laughing at her reaction.

When he glanced back at her, he noticed she was staring at his cock. Softly, with a smile in his voice, he said, “Callie, I will be done in a few moments and after I clean up my mess you may use the bathroom, okay?”

Upon hearing his voice, Callie realized she had been staring and pulled her eyes away to look at his face. Seeing him smiling at her, she blushed, “Er ... yes, okay ... sorry, grandpa.”

“No need to be sorry. I forgot to lock the door. It wasn’t your fault. But if you don’t mind,” Abe said, chuckling, “I would like to finish my business in private...?”

“Oh, geez ... sorry,” Callie mumbled as she backed out pulling the door with her. She was blushing furiously from her embarrassment.

As she was leaving, Abe saw her take one last look at his penis before she shut the door. That last look caused Abe’s cock to lengthen. Talking to it, he said, “Okay, knock it off ... she’s your granddaughter, for God’s sake!!” Once finished, he looked around at his mess and chuckled again, remembering the look on her face.

Now, as he checked the towels, he smiled — and again felt his cock begin to lengthen. Looking down at himself, he said, “Do I have to give you another lecture?” Realizing what he was saying and what he was talking to, he started to laugh at himself. Now, after finishing with his checklist, he went back downstairs and out to the porch to wait for his family to arrive.

Callie couldn’t wait to get out of the car as they pulled up in front of the farmhouse. She saw grandpa rising out of the porch swing. He looked so much better than the last time she had seen him. He had a big, welcoming smile on his face as he approached the car. Remembering that she wanted to show him the new, mature Callie, she slowly got out of the car, stood and smiled brightly at her grandpa.

Abe could not believe his eyes. Was this really the same girl that had been coming to the farm every summer? He was shocked that someone could change so much in just one year. His eyes started at her beautiful blue eyes and then slowly moved down — stopping momentarily at her breasts (Her breasts? She didn’t have any breasts the last time that he saw her!) and then moving down over her now almost womanly hips — to her beautiful long legs. He was truly taken aback.

As his eyes moved back up over her young, supple body, Callie stretched her arms up over her head and Abe was treated to the sight of the soft creamy skin of her tummy all the way up to just below her breasts.

His daughter had come up and put her arm around him. Kissing him on the cheek, she asked, “Well Daddy, what do you think of our teenager?”

Abe’s face reddened when he realized that his mouth was hanging open. He gave his head a little shake to help himself regain his senses. Turning to his daughter, he said, “Teenager? Well ... I would have to say she is the most beautiful teenager I have ever seen ... Next to you, of course,” he added, winking at Abby. His eyes twinkling, he turned to Callie. “Now that you are a teenager, are you too old to give your grandpa a hug?”

Impulsively, Callie ran to him, forgetting how “cool” she wanted to appear. Throwing her arms around him, she said, “I am never going to be too old for one of your hugs, grandpa.”

On her tiptoes, she pulled grandpa down and gave him a firm kiss on the lips and hugged him tightly. Abe hugged her, breathing in her youthful freshness. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest, causing his cock to react.

Finally, to prevent embarrassing himself, he extricated himself from Callie’s arms and turned to John. Shaking his hand, he said, “Hello, John. I sure appreciate your driving all this way to bring Callie here for her visit.”

John mumbled some reply that Abe didn’t quite catch. Then Abe noticed that John was looking a little flushed. Thinking it was the heat; he led them all into the house and served them some ice-cold lemonade to cool them off. That is when he remembered the one thing he had forgotten to write on the list.

“Argh! I can’t believe I forgot!” he said, exasperated.

“What’s wrong, Dad? What did you forget?” Abby asked.

“I forgot to make lunch. I was going to have soup and sandwiches ready for you when you got here — Damn!”

Abby laughed, “It’s alright, Dad. Callie and I can make lunch. You guys just sit here and relax.” Turning to her daughter she added, “C’mon, Callie, let’s cook.”

Callie went into the kitchen with her mother, turning back to give a smile to her father and grandfather as she disappeared through the doorway. Abe looked at John, “You have one beautiful daughter there, John. I am amazed at the change in her in just one year.”

John’s face reddened, “I know, she really has matured, hasn’t she?”

Abe, who sometimes embarrassed people with his bluntness, replied, “You bet she has. I don’t envy you in the least. Soon you will be having boys hanging all around her trying to get into those panties of hers!” Then after a moment’s pause he shook his head and added, “Nope, don’t envy you at all.”

John slowly broke out into a sweat, thinking about Callie’s panties stuffed in his jacket pocket. He glanced quickly at Abe, trying to see if somehow he knew about them. ‘Of course he doesn’t know about them — Quit being so paranoid.’ he told himself.

To change the subject and get his mind off Callie, John asked Abe to walk him around the farm. It had been awhile since he had toured the place and it seemed a good way to calm himself down. Abe was all for it. He told Abby and Callie that they would be back in just a short while and off they went.

Callie watched out the kitchen window as the two men she loved most in the world began their walk. From behind, they looked so much alike. Both were fairly tall, around six-feet she would guess, and both had light colored hair. Each was in good shape, Daddy from working out at the gym a few times a week and Grandpa from working the farm.

She remembered the feel of her Grandpa’s strong muscular arms as he hugged her earlier and it caused her to shiver. Ever since she saw how excited her father became upon seeing her naked pussy, her mind has been on sex. When she hugged and kissed her Grandpa, she wondered if he would be excited by her also. She hoped so. She planned to find out real soon. After the men returned from their walk, the four of them sat down and enjoyed a hearty lunch of chicken noodle soup and tuna salad sandwiches. Once the dishes were done, John decided it was time for him and Abby to leave. It was a long way back and they probably wouldn’t get home until midnight.

Abe and Callie walked them out to the car to say their goodbyes.

Abby kissed her father and Callie, saying, “You be good for your Grandpa, Callie. We will see you in six weeks. I love you, sweetie.”

Callie hugged her mother, “Everything will be just fine, Mom. I love you, too.”

John shook Abe’s hand, “Thanks, Abe — for everything.”

Abe clapped John on the back as he shook his hand, “Just drive carefully going back. Don’t let yourself get too tired.”

John assured him that he would be careful. As Abe moved around the car to get Callie’s luggage out of the back, John turned to his daughter, “Well, have a good time, sweetheart. I love you.”

Callie put her arms around his waist and hugged him tight against her body. John awkwardly put his hands on her back, patting her as she said, “Bye, Daddy ... I love you so much.” Sliding her hands from his waist, they stopped at his side. Her hand pushed against the pocket that held her panties. “Think about me while I am gone,” she said, a sly smile upon her lips.

John looked into her eyes and said quietly, “I will, Callie ... I will.”

Callie and her Grandpa stood on the porch waving goodbye as John and Abby began their trip home. Once they were out of sight, Grandpa carried the youngster’s luggage into the house.

“Well Callie, what would you like to do now? I imagine you are tired from the trip. Maybe you would like to take a short nap? Later, after we eat, we could watch a movie if you would like. I rented a few from the store in town. I hope you like them.”

Callie stifled a yawn, “Okay, I think I would like a nap, Grandpa. I am feeling a little sleepy.”

Grandpa, carrying Callie’s luggage, followed her up the stairs. He watched her legs as she ascended, still amazed at how sexy they were. He was even more amazed at how much she reminded him of her mother at that age, though Abby seemed to love bringing his attention to her sexiness. Wearing revealing clothes around the house, she seemed to enjoy his red-faced reaction. Whether May noticed or not, she never said but she did enjoy the extra passion he had when they would make love after one of Abby’s exposures. He shook his head, the memories bringing a smile to his face. Callie reached the room before he did and when he walked in, she was bending over unbuckling her sandals.

Once again, he was met with a surprising sight. ‘Omigod!! She isn’t wearing any panties!!’ his mind exclaimed.

He froze. He could see everything. The smooth cheeks of her ass, parted, showing her tiny pink opening — down to her lovely lips, slightly open to show just a hint of the wonders inside.

His cock stirred in his pants, growing hard quickly. ‘God, she is so beautiful!’ his mind kept saying over and over again. He wanted nothing more than to kneel behind her — breathe in her aroma — taste her. His cock was now obviously hard as a rock.

The luggage slipped out of his hands and made a loud noise as they hit the floor. Both of them jumped at the sound.

Callie whirled around, “OH! Grandpa — you scared me...” Seeing the look on his face she said, “Are you okay?”

The noise had snapped Abe out of his trance-like state and upon hearing her question he stammered, rather hurriedly, “Er ... um ... oh, yes ... I’m fine. Um ... why don’t you go ahead and take your nap — I’ll wake you up in time for dinner ... er ... bye...”

He backed out of the room, closing the door behind him. He leaned back against the door and took a deep breath. He was literally shaking, thinking how close he had come to actually doing what, in the hidden reaches of his mind, he wanted to do. His poor granddaughter — she would have hated him. How was he supposed to keep his mind on other things after seeing that sweet girl’s little pussy?

Right now he was going to take care of something more immediate. His cock was aching for relief. He went into his room, shutting and locking the door and then went over and shut the bathroom door. It only locked from the inside so he would just have to risk it.

He unzipped his pants, shoved them and his boxers down and quickly removed his shirt. Lying down on the bed, he took his cock in his hand and started stroking it. Pre-cum already oozing out of the slit, he smeared it in his hand, rubbing it over the head and along the shaft. He closed his eyes, wanting to envision anything but his granddaughter’s perfect little slit. Unfortunately, his mind refused to obey his directions and he could see nothing else. Finally, he gave in and started picturing himself licking it, sucking on it — oh, yes ... and even fucking that tight little hole.

While Grandpa was having his incestuous fantasy, Callie was remembering back to what had just occurred. At the loud sound of the dropping luggage she had jerked her head around. When she did so she saw the stricken look on her Grandpa’s face and, at first, did not realize what had happened. It wasn’t until he started to back out of her room, mumbling about dinner, that she noticed a rather large bulge in his pants. Then she realized that she had been giving him a show without even meaning to; that made her giggle. She felt bad for having surprised Grandpa but at the same time she was glad.

Now she definitely knew that she excited him. She heard her Grandpa’s bathroom door close. She tiptoed over to her bathroom door and tried turning the knob. It opened and she peeked into the bathroom. Seeing that it was empty, she then tiptoed over to Grandpa’s door. She could hear noises coming from his room, but she wasn’t sure what they were.

Feeling brave, she quietly turned the knob. She very carefully pulled the door open just a crack. She could see that Grandpa was lying on the bed but she had to pull it open a little more, to actually see what he was doing. She saw that one hand was wrapped around his penis, the other holding the sack below. The hand around his penis was moving up and down, the same way her Daddy’s did earlier that day.

He was saying something — she had to lean forward a bit to be able to understand it. “Yes ... oh, yes baby ... that’s it ... ohhhh ... fuck Grandpa’s cock ... ohhhh ... Callie ... baby ... yessssss. Make your Grandpa cum, Callie ... oh ... God ... I’m cumminggggggggg ... OHHHHHHH!”

Callie watched, wide-eyed, as sperm started shooting out of Grandpa’s cock. Thick and white, it shot over his belly and up onto his chest. Shot after shot, until it just oozed out of the slit.

Callie realized she was rubbing her thighs together, her pussy felt wet and tingly. She quickly, but carefully, shut the door and went back into her room. ‘Wow, Grandpa really wants to fuck me,’ she thought to herself. Using the “f” word was new to her but after hearing Grandpa use it she decided she liked the sexy way it sounded.

Suddenly she wanted to see what had made Grandpa so excited. She went to the full-length mirror hanging on the door. She turned her back to it and bent over. He saw everything!

Seeing herself like this and knowing that her Grandpa got so excited by it, made her pussy itch like crazy. She spread her legs and while still looking in the mirror, she rubbed a finger over her clitoris. Oh, that felt sooooo good. She pictured Grandpa’s penis, so big and hard, shooting sperm all over his chest and she began to rub her pussy faster.

Watching herself in the mirror, she pushed a finger inside her hole — it wouldn’t go in all the way but even the little bit she did get in felt wonderful. She rubbed the palm of her hand against her clitoris while moving her finger inside her. She could feel something building inside her — a feeling like she was going to explode. Callie had touched her pussy before but it had never felt like this.

“Ohhhh ... Grandpa — Ohhh ... yesssss.” Still seeing his penis in her mind, Callie started to cum. “GRANDPA!!!!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh...” she moaned as the spasms started.

Her knees buckled, her one free hand keeping her from falling on her face. She continued to rub herself until the spasms slowed and finally stopped. She lay down flat on the cool floor, trying to catch her breath, amazed at what had just happened. ‘If it feels this good just touching myself, how good will it feel with Grandpa touching me?’ she wondered.

Picking herself up off of the floor, she straightened her skirt and lay down on the bed. With a dreamy smile on her face, Callie fell sound asleep.

Abe lay on his bed, trying to catch his breath, after cumming so hard. It had been so strong, the strongest he had ever felt. He knew why. Not only was he thinking of his sexy little granddaughter while masturbating, he also knew that she had been watching. He should have stopped when he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, the bathroom door opening but he was so turned on and knowing she was watching made him even crazier. He started talking, saying her name, wanting her to know he was thinking of her as he brought himself to an incredible orgasm.