Grandpa's New Hole: Chapter Seven

Parts: One,Two,Three,Four,Five,Six,Seven,Eight,Nine,Ten,Eleven, Twelve,Thirteen

The living room was a cage of late afternoon light, dust motes swirling in the heat as Janey stood by the couch, her bare feet sinking into the worn carpet. Her heart thudded hard, a drumbeat she couldn’t quiet, and her hands twisted the hem of her tee, damp with sweat from the humid air—and from what she was about to do. Four days had passed since the basement, four days of her mind drowning in porn, her body a live wire of want. Al sat across from her, sprawled in his leather chair, a beer in hand, his gray eyes flicking up from the TV as she shifted her weight. The silence between them had grown teeth, and she was done hiding from it.

“Grandpa,” she said, her voice small but steady, cutting through the low hum of a game show. He didn’t move, just tilted his head slightly, his jaw tightening as if he sensed the storm coming. She swallowed, her throat dry, and stepped closer, the carpet prickling her soles. “I want to… I want to do it. What you do down there. The videos.”

The words hung heavy, a bomb dropped in the quiet, and Al’s hand froze mid-sip, the beer bottle hovering an inch from his lips. His eyes locked on hers, sharp and unreadable, and for a moment, the only sound was the TV—some contestant cheering, oblivious to the tension coiling in the room. He set the bottle down slow, the clink loud against the wood, and leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “What the hell are you saying, Janey?” His voice was low, rough, a warning wrapped in disbelief.

She bit her lip, tasting salt, and forced herself to hold his gaze. “I’ve been thinking about it—nonstop. What I saw. The girl, the… everything.” Her breath hitched, but she pushed on, the confession spilling free. “I want to try it. With you. In the videos.” Her hands clenched tighter, nails digging into her palms, and she waited, the air thick with her own audacity.

Al’s face hardened, a storm cloud rolling in, and he stood abruptly, towering over her. “No,” he said, flat and final, his boots thudding as he stepped closer. “You’re my granddaughter, for Christ’s sake. That’s not happening.”

His arms crossed, a wall of flannel and muscle, and his eyes bored into her, searching for a crack in her resolve. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“I do,” she shot back, her voice rising, shaky but fierce. She took a step toward him, closing the gap, her chest tight with a mix of fear and fire. “I’ve been watching it—videos, all the time. Old men with young girls, tying them up, fucking them, making them beg.” Her cheeks burned, shame and excitement braiding together, but she couldn’t stop now. “I love it—the domination, the way they talk dirty, how the girls suck them off like it’s everything. I can’t get it out of my head, Grandpa. I want to feel it.”

He flinched—barely, a twitch in his jaw—but she saw it, saw the conflict flicker in his eyes. His hands dropped to his sides, fingers flexing, and he turned away, pacing to the window, his broad back a shield. “Jesus, Janey,” he muttered, running a hand through his gray hair.

“You’ve been—what, jerking off to this shit? My shit?” His voice was gruff, strained, like he was wrestling something down, and he glanced back at her, his stare cutting through the haze.

“Yeah,” she admitted, her voice dropping to a whisper, raw and unashamed. “Every day. Over and over. I can’t stop. I see you down there, with her, and I—” She faltered, her breath catching, then pressed on. “I want it to be me. I want you to do it to me.” Her eyes flicked to his hands, imagining them on her, rough and sure, and her thighs pressed together, a pulse throbbing low.

Al stood there, silent, the TV droning behind him—some ad now, bright and meaningless. His shoulders tensed, his breath slow and deliberate, and when he turned back, his face was a mask—stern, conflicted, but not entirely closed.

“You’re serious,” he said, more statement than question, and she nodded, quick and desperate, her heart in her throat. He scrubbed a hand over his jaw, stubble rasping, and muttered, “Fuck.” The word hung between them, heavy and real, and he paced again, boots thudding like a countdown.

“I’m not saying yes,” he said finally, stopping by the chair, his voice low but firm. “Not yet. You think you want this, but you don’t know shit about it—not really.” He pointed at her, his finger a blunt accusation. “You’re family. That changes everything. I’m not dragging you into this unless you’re damn sure—and I’m damn sure you mean it.”

His eyes narrowed, appraising her, and a flicker of something darker crossed his face—curiosity, maybe, or temptation. “You want to prove it? Fine. I’ll test you.”

Janey’s breath caught, a jolt running through her—fear, excitement, a twisted thrill. “Test me how?” she asked, her voice trembling but eager, her hands unclenching as she stepped closer, drawn to the edge he was offering.

He didn’t answer right away, just watched her, his gaze stripping her bare. Then he moved, slow and deliberate, crossing to a drawer by the TV. He pulled it open, rummaging for a moment, and came back with a dildo—big, black, veined, the kind she’d seen in videos, the kind that made her pussy clench just looking at it. He held it out, his grip steady, and her eyes widened, her pulse racing. “You’re so hot for this,” he said, his tone gruff but edged with challenge, “then show me. Right here. Strip. Fuck yourself with this. Tell me what you want while I record it.”

Her stomach flipped, heat flooding her face, her core, everywhere. “Record it?” she whispered, her voice a shaky thread, but her hands were already moving, tugging at her tee, hesitation warring with want.

“Yeah,” he said, pulling his phone from his pocket, thumbing it on. “If you’re in, you’re in. No half-assing it. Strip, Janey. Now.” His voice dropped, commanding, the Al from the basement bleeding through, and it hit her like a spark, igniting her.

She obeyed, her tee hitting the floor, shorts following, her bra and panties a quick afterthought until she stood naked, skin prickling in the warm air. Her nipples hardened, her breath shallow, and she took the dildo, its weight heavy in her hand. Al tapped his phone, the red dot blinking, and leaned back against the table, watching—silent, stern, his eyes dark with something she couldn’t read.

“Now sit on the couch,” he said, gesturing to the couch. Janey sat on the couch, looking down at the dildo in her hand. It looked too big for her pussy.

“Okay... now I want you to start masturbating,” Al said. Janey felt embarrassed again and started rubbing the dildo against her pussy. “You have to admit it,” Al said, looking at the camera with a serious expression. “You have to tell me what you like.” Janey thought about it for a minute, trying to work up her courage.

“I... um... like the idea of an older man, like you, training my holes,” she said, blushing furiously. “I mean, I want an older man like you to use my pussy and ass, and to fuck my mouth. I want to learn to be a good cocksucker and to take it up the ass.” Janey felt her pussy clench as she said that. Al didn’t react.

“Say it again, looking into the camera,” he ordered.

“I want an older man like my grandpa to train my holes. I want him to fuck me in the pussy and the ass. I want him to use my mouth to fuck me and to make me swallow his cum,” Janey said, getting more and more aroused. She rubbed her pussy with the dildo as she spoke. She was saying things that she never thought she would.

“Good. Now I want you to keep rubbing your pussy and say it again, but you have to beg,” Al said.

Janey rubbed the dildo in her pussy and begged, “Please use my holes, grandpa. Please fuck my ass and my pussy. Please train my mouth to be your cocksucking hole.” As she spoke, her fingers worked the dildo into her pussy, and she felt herself start to cum. She came on the dildo, looking directly into the camera as she climaxed.

When she was done, Al turned off the camera and sat next to her on the couch. He patted her hand gently, “Good girl. You passed the test. But this was just the beginning.” Janey looked at him, wondering what he meant. He took her back to her room and closed the door behind him.