#Exhibitionist #Incest #Mature #Tween
By Jill
Eleven year old Jill’s condition leads to fun with grandad…
As they pulled up to Grandpa’s farm, Jill’s eyes lit up with excitement. The open fields and rustling trees promised a break from the suffocating confines of the city and the ever-watchful eyes of her dad. David felt his stomach clench, though. He knew what this place meant for her—freedom to act on her impulses without fear of judgment or consequence.
“Remember, Jill,” he said sternly as they unpacked the car, “you need to keep your clothes on around Grandpa.”
“I know, I know,” she sang, already halfway to the house, her bare feet slapping against the gravel.
At least it was unlikely her condition would get her into trouble here. Grandpa had always had a more laissez-faire attitude towards nudity, often walking around in just his boxers in the heat of summer. But that was the problem, wasn’t it? The more comfortable she felt, the more likely she was to slip up. David couldn’t shake the feeling of dread as he followed her inside, the screen door slapping shut behind them.
David had explained Preteen Hypersexuality Disorder to Grandad, but the old man had met the news with a furrowed brow and a skeptical tilt of his head. “Now, Davey,” he’d said, stroking his scruffy beard, “sounds to me like she’s just a bit wild. I’m sure its just a phase.”
But wild was an understatement. Jill’s condition had become a tightrope walk, balancing her needs against societal norms.
Grandpa looked up from his chair by the window as they entered, his eyes lighting up at the sight of Jill. “Well, look who the cat dragged in,” he said, his voice gruff but affectionate.
“Grandpa!” Jill squealed, dropping her bag and rushing to embrace him. He chuckled, patting her on the back.
“Easy there, girl,” he said, his eyes twinkling as he pulled her into a bear hug. “You’re going to knock the wind out of an old man.”
David hovered awkwardly by the door, watching the reunion with a mix of love and dread. “Dad, are you sure you’re okay with her for the weekend? She can be a handful,” he said, his voice a notch higher than usual.
“Pshaw,” Grandpa waved a dismissive hand. “We’ll have us a fine old time. Won’t we, Jillybean?”
After a quick coffee and a chat with Grandpa, David climbed into his car to leave, feeling the weight of his decision settling heavily on his shoulders. He had to trust that the weekend away would be good for Jill—a chance to let loose in a safe environment, to be a kid again without the constant scrutiny of her condition.
Jill practically danced around the farm, exploring every nook and cranny she hadn’t seen in the last six months. She was in her element, the wide-open spaces offering a stark contrast to the claustrophobic city they called home. Grandpa watched her with a fond smile, his heart swelling with pride at the sight of her unbridled joy.
“Grandpa, is it okay if I just wear my bikini?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with hope. She twirled the tiny scrap of fabric around her finger, the pink polka dots a stark contrast against her pale skin.
“Sure, sweetheart,” he said. “It’s hot as Hades out there. Just don’t go wandering off too far.”
Jill immediately started to strip off her clothes. Grandpa just chuckled. He was used to Jill’s wild streak and lack of modesty. She had always been a free spirit, even before the diagnosis. Her t-shirt and skirt flew off, landing in a heap on the floor, leaving her in just her socks and her knickers. She peeled those off too, revealing her tiny pink preteen folds.
“Actually Grandad,” she said, standing there naked as a jaybird, “do I need to wear this?” She held up her bikini, her question hanging in the air. “There’s only us here.”
Her grandfather’s smile was broad and warm. “If it makes you happy, Jillybean, just be careful of the sun. You don’t want to burn your bits now, do you?”
Jill’s laughter was like a melody as she discarded her bikini. Grandad’s heart skipped a beat watching her, his mind racing with thoughts of what the weekend might bring. Would she be okay? Would she be able to control herself?
“Grandad, why don’t you get naked too?” Jill said, her voice full of innocent mischief as she skipped away, her bare feet leaving tiny prints on the dusty floorboards.
Grandpa chuckled, his weathered face creasing into a smile. It wasn’t unknown for him to go au naturel if he was alone on a hot day, but with the company of his granddaughter, was it appropriate.
“Well, if you’re going to do it, I suppose I could too,” he said, his voice filled with amusement. He began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he revealed his well muscled farmers torso. Jill watched, her curiosity piqued as she had never seen Grandpa naked before.
Her eyes grew wide as Grandpa’s trousers fell to the ground, his boxers following suit. His cock hung low, swinging slightly as he stepped out of his pants. It was the first time she had ever seen a penis other than dad’s. She couldn’t help but stare.
“Eyes up, young lady,” Grandpa chuckled, slapping his thigh. “What shall we do, now that we’re both dressed for the occasion?”
Jill giggled, her eyes darting away from his crotch. The sight made her tingle in a way that familiar way. She felt a sudden urge to touch it, to see how it felt, but she knew that wasn’t right. She had to remember the rules.
“Can we go swimming in the pond?” she asked, her voice high with excitement. The pond was her favorite part of the farm, a secret haven where she could be free and wild, just like she felt on the inside.
“Certainly,” Grandpa said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “But let’s grab some towels and sunscreen first.” He took her hand, and they both went out to the utility room where they kept all the outdoor supplies.
When they reached the pond, Grandpa spread out an old picnic blanket under the shade of a large oak tree. Jill couldn’t wait to feel the cool water on her bare skin. She watched as Grandpa’s cock swayed slightly as they walked, her curiosity growing. He laid down on the blanket with a sigh, his hand patting the space next to him.
“Alright, let’s get some sunscreen on,” he said, reaching for the bottle. Jill’s eyes lit up with an idea.
“Can I do it for you, Grandad?” she asked, her voice a mix of innocence and eagerness.
Grandpa looked at her, a hint of surprise flickering across his face. “Well, I suppose you could,” he said, handing her the bottle of sunscreen.
Jill took the bottle and eagerly squirted a dollop into her hand. Grandad was laying on his front. Carefully, she straddled Grandpa’s hips, her bare bottom bouncing slightly. She leaned over, her little nipples brushing his back. The smell of coconut oil filled the air as she began to rub it into his broad, leathery back.
Her small hands glided over his shoulders and down his arms, smoothing the lotion over every inch of exposed skin. The sensation of her soft, slick touch was surprisingly relaxing, and he couldn’t help but let out a contented sigh. She took her time, working in circular motions, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. It felt good to have someone else take care of him for a change.
But as she moved down to his lower back, her touch grew bolder. Her little hands slid over his bum, her fingertips grazing down his crack.
“Jill,” Grandpa said, his voice a gentle warning, “that’s not where the sunscreen goes.”
But Jill was already lost in a world of curiosity and arousal. Her tiny hands continued to glide over his skin, her fingertips brushing against his perineum and the base of his balls. Grandpa’s breath hitched, his body tensing.
“Jill,” he said, his voice strained, “you really should be more careful with that sunscreen.”
Her touch was like electricity, sending shockwaves through his body. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t bring himself to move her hands away. “You don’t want to burn, do you, Grandad?” she asked, her voice dripping with sweet innocence.
“No, no,” he said, his voice gruff. “But maybe you should just stick to my back.”
Jill pouted but obeyed, her little hands smoothing the sunscreen over his back, her curiosity temporarily sated. Grandpa couldn’t help but feel a mix of relief and disappointment.
“Alright, Grandpa, your backs all done,” she said, her voice filled with the sweet satisfaction of a job well done. She hopped off him. “Turn over so I can do your front.”
Grandpa’s heart raced as he rolled onto his back, his cock lying against his thigh. He watched as Jill took the sunscreen, her eyes flicking down to his crotch before looking back up at him with a shy smile. He felt a mix of feeling, this felt both perfectly natural and incredibly inappropriate.
Her tiny hands began to rub the sunscreen onto his forehead, her thumbs brushing against his temples, and he felt his tension ease. He closed his eyes and let out a contented sigh.
“Mmm, that’s good,” he murmured, his voice low and rumbling.
Her hands moved to his chest, the sunscreen making a faint squelching sound as she spread it over his sun-kissed skin. His chest was hairy, a stark contrast to the smoothness of her own. She felt his muscles shift beneath her touch, and his breathing grew deeper.
Jill’s hands trailed down his stomach, her thumbs circling his belly button. His cock twitched, thick and veiny against his thigh. She couldn’t help but glance down, her heart racing with excitement. Grandpa didn’t seem to notice, his eyes closed, a soft smile playing on his lips.
Taking a deep breath, she squeezed a generous amount of sunscreen onto her palm, her hand shaking slightly. She watched Grandpa’s face, looking for any sign of disapproval, but his eyes remained closed, his expression relaxed. Slowly, she reached down and wrapped her small hand around his cock.
“Jill,” he said, his voice a mix of surprise and something else—something that made her stomach flip.
“Is this okay, Grandpa?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
“Jill,” Grandpa began, his voice thick with surprise, but she didn’t give him a chance to finish. Her small hand began to glide up and down his cock, her touch tentative and exploratory. He felt himself stiffen under her grip, his breath hitching.
“Does it feel good, Grandpa?” she asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.
He swallowed hard, his body betraying his shock. “Jill, honey, this isn’t really…appropriate.”
But she was lost in her exploration, her eyes wide and fascinated as she studied his growing erection. “It’s okay, Grandpa,” she said, her voice a soft whisper. “It’s just us here. No one has to know.”
It had been so long since someone touched him there. The feel of her small hand, the way she held him so tentatively, was like a cool drink of water after a lifetime in the desert. He couldn’t help but let out a low groan as she grew bolder, her grip tightening slightly.
Jill felt a thrill of power as she watched Grandpa’s reaction. Her pussy was wet, and she could feel it dripping down her thighs. She didn’t know why this felt so good, but she knew she liked it. Her other hand moved to cup his balls, her thumb rolling them gently.
“Jill, baby,” Grandpa’s voice was strained, his eyes still closed. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”
But she did. She knew that men liked it when their cocks were touched, and she wanted to make Grandpa feel good.
“I like it, Grandpa,” she whispered, her voice full of innocence and excitement. “Please let me.”
Grandpa’s eyes snapped open, his heart racing. He looked at his granddaughter, her face a picture of innocent curiosity, her hand moving rhythmically up and down his shaft. He knew he should stop her, knew it was wrong, but he just couldn’t.
Instead, he took a deep breath and reached up, placing his hand over hers. “Alright, Jill,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Let me show you.”
Guiding her small, inexperienced hand, he taught her the rhythm, the way to squeeze just right. He watched as her eyes grew wide with understanding, her giggles turning into gasps of excitement as she felt him swell in her grip.
“Like this, Grandpa?” she asked, her voice eager, her movements growing more confident.
“Just like that, sweetheart,” he murmured, his eyes slipping closed again as the tension grew within him.
Her giggles grew in volume, her excitement palpable as she watched his cock grow larger in her hand. Jill felt a warmth spread through her body, a delicious anticipation building in her belly. She knew what was going to happen next.
Her hand moved faster, her grip tightening as she watched Grandpa’s face contort with pleasure. His breath was coming in short bursts now, and she could feel his body tense beneath her touch. With low grown his cock twitched, and cum erupted from the tip, spurting onto her hand and his belly. She squealed with excitement, her eyes wide with amazement as she watched him shudder through his climax.
Jill couldn’t stop giggling as she looked down at the sticky mess she’d created. It was like nothing she’d ever seen before. “That was amazing, Grandpa,” she said, her voice filled with awe.
“Yes, it was,” Grandpa agreed, his chest heaving. He felt a mix of emotions—shock, confusion, and a strange sense of contentment. He had never imagined he would find himself in this situation with his granddaughter, but here they were, both naked in the sun, their bodies having shared an intimate experience.
Jill looked at her hand, the sticky remnants of Grandpa’s cum coating her fingers. “Can I taste it?” she asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.
Grandpa couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Really, Jill?” He chuckled. “Well, if you really want to,” he said, his voice full of amusement.
Jill nodded eagerly, her hand hovering over the sticky mess. She brought her hand to her mouth, her eyes fluttering closed as she took a tentative lick. The taste was strange—saltier and thicker than she had expected. She made a face but didn’t stop, fascinated by the sensation of Grandpa’s seed on her tongue.
With a final swipe of her thumb, she licked her fingers clean, savoring the taste. She opened her eyes to find Grandpa watching her, his expression unreadable. “It tastes…different,” she said, her voice small and contemplative.
“Now, grandpa,” she said, her voice taking on a new urgency, “I need to feel good too.”
He nodded slowly, his heart racing. “Okay, Jillybean,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “Lie down on the blanket and open your legs.”
Jill did as she was told, her tiny frame trembling with excitement. She watched as Grandpa knelt before her, his cock now flaccid but still impressive. He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin. The first touch of his tongue on her clit was like a bolt of lightning, sending shockwaves through her body. She gasped, her legs spreading wider.
Her tiny pink preteen pussy was already slick with arousal, the taste of her own juices mingling with the faint coconut scent of the sunscreen. Jill’s legs trembled as Grandpa’s calloused thumbs gently spread her apart, revealing her most intimate secret to the warmth of the afternoon sun. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of her—so young, so innocent, and yet so eager.
Grandpa’s tongue slid from the tight pucker of her asshole to the sensitive nub of her clit, tracing a wet line of exploration across her tender flesh. Jill’s back arched off the blanket, her small body responding to the sensation with a jolt of pleasure. She had never felt anything like this before, the warmth and wetness of another’s mouth on her most private parts.
Her hand found his head, her fingers tangling in his hair as she guided him closer, pushing herself onto his face. The pressure was perfect, his stubble rough against her tender skin, a delicious contrast to the softness of his tongue. She could feel herself getting wetter, the slickness of her pussy making it easier for him to glide and explore.
“Grandpa,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need, “can you lick my bum again?”
Her words were like a jolt of electricity to him. He had never expected such a request from her, but here she was, his little Jillybean, asking for something so taboo, so grown-up. He took a deep breath, his hand still resting on her inner thigh, his thumb circling her clit lazily.
With a nod, he moved his mouth down to her anus, his tongue darting out to tease the tight little hole. She squirmed, a mix of anticipation and nerves. He tasted her, the faint tang of her asshole mixing with the sweetness of her pussy juices. It was intoxicating.
Her squeals of pleasure grew louder as his tongue pushed gently against her sphincter. She had never felt anything like it before, the way his tongue probed and licked, sending waves of sensation through her body.
Jill’s free hand found her clit, her tiny fingers playing with the swollen button as Grandpa feasted on her bottom. She felt like she was on the edge of a cliff, about to plunge into an abyss of pleasure. Her legs began to shake, her body tightening around his face.
With a sudden, surprisingly gentle push, Grandpa slid a single finger into her tight pussy. The intrusion was strange, but it felt so good. Her walls stretched to accommodate him, and she moaned with the sudden fullness. She had only ever been penetrated by her own tiny fingers, and the feeling of his thick calloused digit was a revelation.
“Does that feel good, Jillybean?” he asked, his voice low and rough.
“Grandad,” she gasped, her hips bucking against his face. “It feels…it feels…” she couldn’t find the words.
Grandpa chuckled, the sound vibrating against her asshole. He slid his finger in and out of her, watching her face contort with pleasure. Her eyes were screwed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream.
“Yes,” she finally managed to say, her voice hoarse with need. “It feels…amazing.”
Her hand on her clit moved faster, her hips rocking against his mouth and finger. The roughness of his skin against her tender flesh sent shivers down her spine, the slickness of her juices easing the way for his exploration.
“Faster,” she breathed, her voice a high-pitched whine. “Grandpa, faster.”
Her pleas spurred him on, his finger moving in and out of her with a steady, insistent rhythm. His tongue swirled around her preteen rung, the pressure building. Jill felt like she was going to burst, her orgasm barreling towards her like a freight train.
And then it hit.
Jill’s orgasm slammed into her, her body convulsing against Grandpa’s mouth. She screamed out his name, her legs wrapping around his neck as she rode the crest of pleasure. Her hand flew from her clit, fingers curling into the picnic blanket as she bucked and writhed under the onslaught of sensations.
Her juices spurted onto his face, the sweetness of them mixing with the saltiness of his own sweat. He didn’t stop, his tongue moved to her clit, his finger working her tight pussy, pushing her over the edge again and again.
“Oh, Grandpa,” she moaned, her voice a symphony of pleasure. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, waves of pleasure crashing over her. When it finally subsided, she lay there, panting and spent, her body a tangle of limbs on the picnic blanket.
Her grandpa looked up at her, a sheen of sweat on his face, a proud smile on his lips. “You’re amazing, Jillybean,” he said, his voice thick with affection and arousal.
Jill felt a sense of pride swell in her chest. “I don’t think I’m going to get dressed all weekend,” she declared, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
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By Jill
#Exhibitionist #Incest #Mature #Tween