GRANDPA'S HOUSEPET IN SUMMER VACATION

Becca expected the meal to be a bit awkward, but it went by just like any other after-summer-school evening. Samson made roast potatoes and chicken, and they spoke about what was on the news for the first moments after they'd taken their seats at the table. Between forkfuls, he smiled at her, innocent. 'And how was school today?'

'Same as always,' she replied without missing a beat. 'Pretty boring. I bet you had a more interesting day than me.'

'You could say that. I had an old friend stop over. A little kitty I hadn't seen in almost a decade.'

Rebecca's grin was genuine. 'That's great, grandpa. You think she'll be back tomorrow?'

'I think she might.'

That was the only real reference they made to the bizarre deal they'd struck, and Rebecca was just thrilled to be allowed to stay home the following day, too, even if it meant acting like a pet again. It was pretty easy, in all honesty, even kind of fun. She liked not having to think about things, not having to worry about her increasingly complicated life, with the tribulations of early adulthood. They chatted and enjoyed the food, washed the dishes together, and watched a couple of episodes of trash reality TV before Becks started to yawn.

'Alright, I'm gonna go to bed,' she sighed, hopping off the armchair. Samson remained on the couch, and waved as she walked past him towards the guest bedroom. She was almost out of the living room altogether when he spoke, somewhat haltingly:

'Y'know, there was just one weird thing about the cat today.'

Rebecca paused, and turned back. He was still looking at the TV, acting as if he was just making an innocent comment. 'What was it?' she asked.

'Somebody – I guess her actual owner or whoever – put a little outfit on her. Looked kinda constricting.' He shrugged. 'You know how it is. Even if it looks cute, pets shouldn't wear clothes.'

Rebecca stood in place for a couple of beats, and made an affirmative noise before murmuring, 'Goodnight, grandpa.'

There was no way she was easily getting to sleep after that. She lay in bed until late, alternating between doomscrolling on her phone and thinking about Samson's words. It seemed stupid to ask what he meant, because it was pretty obvious, but she couldn't figure out why . The only explanation –

No. It had to be him trying to psyche her out again. He'd been nice enough to let her skip a day of school, and he was too nice to outright tell her no. She'd had him wrapped around her finger since she was a kid, and he always caved. Making an extraordinary demand was his way of making her chicken out.

Well, she'd make sure it wasn't going to work. She wouldn't back down from a challenge, no matter how harebrained.

The following morning, standing in front of her mirror completely naked, she found it was easier to think that way than to actually go through with it. She had her arms by her sides, turning first one way, then another, trying to glimpse every angle of her tight young body. She often saw her nude reflection after a shower or while getting dressed, but observing herself like this, almost clinically – that felt strange. It made her hyper-aware of the smoothness of her freshly shaved legs, the teasing wisps of closely cropped pussy hair on her mons, the elegant way each curve flowed into another. Standing in profile, she half expected to be able to see her chest throb with each powerful heartbeat. Her mouth felt dry.

She was really about to do this. And she had to get a move on before she could talk herself out of it, so she did her best to clear her thoughts, focus on the relaxation ahead, and got on her hands and knees before nudging the door open and walking into the living room.

Being completely naked in the common areas of her grandpa's house was a trip. She felt the soft carpet under her knees and palms as she crawled through, noting the slight jiggle of her breasts and cute puffy cuntlips with each decisive step forward. They'd spent so many evenings here as a family, playing board games, some of her grandfather's old console games, watching movies, celebrating Christmas and New Year's and birthdays… the walls had witnessed her at every stage in her development, from cradle to now, and in a weird way, she felt like she was paying the old home back by letting it feel and see her beautiful bare body. Moving among the ghosts of the past without clothes on was a thrill, and she bit her plump lower lip to stifle a groan as she made her way to the kitchen, where Samson stood facing away to ready their breakfasts, just as he had the previous day.

He must have heard her come in, but he didn't turn towards her as she made her way into the room. Talking wasn't on the cards, but there was no way she was going to meow or bark – even though it seemed absurd to have standards of decency given her current position, she couldn't help the way she felt. She moved over to her grandfather instead and pawed at his bare leg, which still didn't seem to get his attention. She saw that he was wearing earphones, humming a tune under his breath, and though she assumed he was just teasing her, maybe he really was distracted. Rebecca's next move was to shift back on her knees, sitting up, and to press the front of her naked body against her grandpa's leg and side, like a puppy clamoring for pets.

Samson looked down at her right away, smiled, and popped the headset out of his ears. 'Hey, kitty, you're back! And you're all fun and fancy free today, huh?'

He reached down to pat her head, and Rebecca sighed happily as his fingers massaged her head. It helped her sink into a space of mindless comfort, which only made her more aware of physical sensations and, naturally, of the way her naked teen body slotted against her grandfather's side: she leaned her face in the small divot just over his hip, his muscular thigh neatly parted her breasts, and if she tilted her hips forward, she could press her sensitive, tingling clit against the side of his shin. She could hump him like a dog and get some relief from the strange, mounting tension that had been building for two days.

Samson's fingers left her scalp and he went to place the two bowls of cereal on the table, as always. Becks blushed, embarrassed she'd even considered rubbing her pussy on her grandpa's bare leg – even though it wasn't really her thinking that, it was some kind of subconscious free-floating thought. That's what she told herself, anyway. The breakfast was a good distraction, and she found herself digging in without utensils straight away, now more experienced at eating this way without making a mess. When she looked up, licking milk off her lips, she saw that Samson was watching her with a fond grin, and without thinking, she made a happy, chirpy noise. Not a meow or a bark, but definitely something similar, a sort of pleased yip.

'Glad you liked it,' he said, with a chuckle. He took the dishes to the sink, then walked to the door and indicated the living room with his head. 'I have some work to do today, but how about we watch a little TV together first? It's still plenty early.'

Rebecca nodded and carefully made her way off the chair and to the floor to trot over to the comfy couch. She didn't remember it ever not being there, and it was thoroughly broken in and softened to perfection, the most relaxing piece of furniture she could think of. The fabric still smelled faintly of tobacco, even though Samson had quit smoking around the time she was born, and that was oddly comforting, too. She hopped onto the cushions, and considered laying down on her front first, but having her ass on display without being able to see much seemed even more daunting than the other option, so she lay down on her back with her thighs pressed together, obscuring most of her vulva. Her young tits were on full display, of course, but there wasn't much she could do about that except nervously run her hands over the soft, jiggling flesh, waiting for her grandfather's move.

Based on the way he'd discreetly checked her out the previous day – and popped a rampant boner over what he'd seen – she figured he'd get his fill of her luscious breasts and the hint of her cute little pussy, and that she'd get to satiate her curiosity over the sight of a real-life erection again. Instead, Samson very casually took his place on the free side of the couch and turned the television on, navigating to the show they were making their way through while Rebecca was staying with him. He made eye contact with her, bypassing her naked body, and winked. 'I'm supposed to be watching the episodes with my granddaughter, but what she doesn't know won't hurt her, right? I gotta know what happens.'

Becca rested her hands loosely on the mounds of her breasts and made an affirmative noise. Her heart had been beating almost painfully hard when she lay down, not out of fear of what might happen – she'd never feel threatened around her grandfather – but out of expectation. Of what, she wasn't sure; maybe she wasn't letting herself think of it, consciously. Anyway, her heart rate calmed down as they watched, and her nakedness became more of a non-issue. This felt a lot like their normal evenings together, and she was comfortable enough to kick her feet onto his lap at some point. He put his hand on one of her ankles and started lightly massaging it without taking his eyes off the television, digging his thumb and fingers into places she didn't even know needed to be rubbed this way. It made her kind of boneless, and she let her eyes drift to semi-closed, not falling asleep, but settling into a liminal space of warmth and safety.

Samson's skilled hands roamed from her feet to halfway up her thighs for the massage, and as she became more relaxed and less self-conscious, Rebecca's hands fell off her tits to rest by her sides, and her thighs drifted apart just enough to expose the slit between her outer labia, the pages of her sex. In her sleepy, hazy state, she didn't notice how much more of herself she was showing, how her nipples had firmed up and her slit plumped up and flushed with pleasure – or how her grandfather had started sneaking peeks at these hot spots on her body.

The episode of their TV show came to a close, and when the credits started to roll, Samson sighed and cleared his throat. The sound brought Becca back to reality, and she turned her head to look down herself and at him.

'Wish I could stay longer, but duty calls,' he said, with an apologetic smile. He took hold of her ankles to move her feet off his thighs, but she resisted, stiffening her legs to keep them in place and trap him. He laughed, and ran his hand from his granddaughter's shin up to her thigh, higher than he'd touched before, but still chaste. 'C'mon now. I have work to do, kitty.'

Playing up her disappointment, Rebecca withdrew her legs so he could stand, and stuck her bottom lip out in a little pout, which made him chuckle. He leaned over her, and despite the friendly nature of their conversation, part of her was struck by the way his strong frame loomed over her like this. It made her feel oddly small and defenseless, but in a way that heated up her insides.

'Look,' he said, 'I like to take my time so I'm not stressed out, but I can get through these work-from-home tasks pretty fast if I want to. I'll hurry to free up my schedule and we can play this afternoon. Sound good?'

Before she could respond, he bid her goodbye by ruffling her hair, then trailing his hand down the side of her neck, adding his other hand when he reached her clavicle. Flattening both sets of fingers and palms, he ran them either side of her chest to palpate just the outer edges of her breasts, then down her flat belly, gliding over smooth skin to the tops of her thighs, one hand over either of them. As they separated to stroke her legs, she felt his thumbs prod her mons, and touch the hard little root of her clit for a millisecond before leaving her body altogether. The whole affectionate stroke only lasted a moment, barely enough for her to register what had happened before he was walking up the stairs, leaving her flustered and tingling where his hands had touched her sensitive spots: the sides of her boobs, the swell of her pubis, and a particular buzz at the base of her clitoris that spread down the whole tiny button, leaving it stiff and poking out of its usual hiding spot at the top of her slit.

Was all of that on purpose? She thought about the touch on loop while she distractedly watched TV. Even though she lay on her front now, she could still feel her skin hot and tingling where Samson had stroked her. She wiggled to find a more comfortable position, and her breath stuttered when her pussy found the corner of a couch cushion. Slowly, she adjusted her legs, and rolled her hips in an initial, timid hump. Her clit pressed against the corner, and the motion of her thrust sent a wonderful tingle through her pussy, then another, building up the warm fuzziness of arousal between her legs. Her hard nipples rubbed against the cushion she lay on, and her face was half pressed against the fabric so she could inhale the scents she associated with joy and comfort, of this house and the man whose hard, tempting dick she'd seen, of –

– of her grandfather!

The thought startled her, abruptly stopping the masturbation rhythm she'd been settling into. This wasn't any different from actually frigging herself with her fingers; it was still weird and wrong. Reluctant and embarrassed, she climbed off the couch and ambled towards the doors to the garden, on all fours even though nobody was there to chastise her for walking. It was as sunny a day as ever, and she nudged the French doors open to enjoy the weather.

Soon, Rebecca sat on the seat her grandpa had occupied the previous day. The waterproof fabric of the mattress was warm under her skin, and she enjoyed the warmth as she stretched her beautiful body out fully, arms over her head. Her muscles seemed to sigh with relief, and being totally exposed to the warm rays of summer felt awesome. The yard was big, with tall walls made even taller by adjoining trees and vegetation, so she was pretty sure the few neighbors Samson had wouldn't be able to see her naked body. Eyes closed, she wondered if it was a big deal even if they did. She loved her body, and she knew it was plenty hot, hot enough to arouse even her loving, protective grandpa. What if some of the boys and men who lived next door could glimpse her from their tallest storeys? Would they leer at her barely legal body? Use their phone cameras to zoom in on her gorgeous melons and cute, hidden slit? Take pictures? Flop their cocks out of their pants to jack off to her while she lay there, clueless?

'Hey, pussycat!'

Becca startled and sat up straight away, only to see Samson grabbing something from a cabinet by the house. When he stood back up and walked closer, she saw he was holding a bottle of sunscreen, which he shook a little as if to highlight it. 'A hairless kitty shouldn't be in the sun without protection. I think your mama cat wouldn't be happy with me if I let you burn.

Rebecca hadn't thought about that. The haze of arousal from his touch, her exhibitionism, and the fantasies of being watched had her feeling a little stupid. She reached out to take the bottle from him, but paused.

She hadn't been out here long. If he'd come out here to warn her, that meant he'd seen her from his office. Maybe he'd been watching her supple form, taking photographs to beat off to later because of how rock hard his little girl made his old dick. Rebecca quickly glanced at his crotch and didn't see any signs tenting, but that didn't mean anything. Maybe he'd beaten off to her before coming downstairs. Maybe he still had some of his cum on his palms. Regardless, she'd enjoyed his touch so much, earlier on, and maybe this was the perfect opportunity for more.

Innocently, of course. A pet couldn't apply its own suntan lotion.

She lay back down, and lifted her hands up to her collarbones, knees together and raised, posing like a real cat on its back. She looked up at her grandpa pleadingly, begging silently, and for a surprising second, she thought she saw something primal, frightening, and exciting flash over his features before he quickly went back to his usual gentle demeanor. She was probably seeing what she wanted to see, something that wasn't really there. But still.

'Of course. You need my help, huh?' Samson chuckled, and sat on the edge of the chair to have her comfortably within reach. He popped the top off the bottle and squirted some in his hands before he started to smear it on her arms, first. Even this unerotic touch made Rebecca's heart beat harder, especially as he had to lean over her to cover both her arms. She could smell his aftershave, and the smell of books and old leather that permeated his office. There was a thick vein on the side of his throat, throbbing a little as it pumped blood to his brain. His shoulders were so broad. She'd never noticed before.

She sighed happily when he massaged the lotion into her shoulders, and had to press her lips together to avoid a strange expression or sound when he moved on to slathering her stomach next. It was a part of her body others rarely touched, and maybe that's why it felt extra sensitive, capturing the rough texture of his fingers and fizzing with little hotspots of pleasure when he dug his fingertips harder into the space around her belly button, then just over her pubis, like he was knocking on the door to her womb through layers of skin and muscle.

Well. More like the window. He'd have to touch her differently to reach the door …

It was on that thought that Samson took the bottle, upended it, and splashed some lotion directly onto his granddaughter's full, trembling titties. Rebecca gasped at the sensation, which just made her breasts jiggle again, two shaky mounds on her narrow teen chest. The liquid was warm, clearly heated up in the sun-beaten cabinet, and its viscous texture on her boobs was unlike anything she'd experienced before – but she didn't have any time to focus on the feeling, because without pause, her grandfather began running his hands over her tits.

Unlike earlier, when he'd avoided all but the edges of her breasts, he now focused on them. Rebecca's mouth dropped open at the new feeling of strong, masculine hands kneading her tits, her grandfather's fingers expertly rubbing circles into her hot young flesh and making sure to tease her stiff little nipples whenever his lubed digits came anywhere near the sensitive pleasure nubs. She looked down to watch her grandpa massage her soft, pliable pillows, and although she was very much feeling every aspect of this touch, she could barely believe what she was seeing.

By the time he was done covering her chest in lotion, her breathing was noticeably heavier, and her mind was spinning. She'd hoped her grandfather would be more daring, but she hadn't expected her virgin tits to be so expertly played with, and she knew her pussy lips had to be full and glistening now, beginning to part to beckon in whatever breeder had turned her on this much.

The problem was that the breeder in question was her own doting granddaddy, and he'd soon be seeing the effect he was having on her, because he was sliding down the chair to cover her legs in sunscreen now and he'd only have to follow the lines of her thighs to see her cute teenage slit in bloom.

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