Pops’ favorite granddaughter

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.

“Good morning; how’s my favorite daddy today?”
It was my daughter, Jennifer. She called me every day and started the conversation the same way each time.

“Well, Honey, I guess I’m doing fine. I already had two cups of coffee, took a good crap and now I’m fixing breakfast for me and… my ‘house guest.’ Y’all on your way home?”

It was common practice for Cassie, Jen’s step-daughter, to stay with me when Jen and Gary travelled, which was every weekend. They always took little Jack with them, but Cassie worked on Saturdays. We all felt safer if Cassie wasn’t home alone.

She snickered and asked if Cassie had stayed up all night watching sci-fi movies.
I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I had fucked the girl twice during the night. Bringing her to orgasm four or five times had, literally, knocked her out.
She had rolled out of bed, only a few minutes before Jen called.
She had been my first virgin ‘pop’ since my wife, many years ago.

The girl loved to pick on me while I talked on the phone, so she came into the kitchen, dropped to her knees and inhaled my cock.

“She was still awake when I went to bed, but I was pretty tired. She might have watched TV, but she was quiet if she did. Uhn …. So how’s my baby girl today?”
I had a problem keeping my emotions from getting vocal when the head of my dick hit Cassie’s tonsils. As I clenched my teeth, Jen told me that Cassie needed to come home and watch her little brother for a while, unless she could drop him off at my house, too.
I just said, “Sure, bring him on. What time?”
It would be another hour & a half, so I told her, “Fine, see ya in a little while.”

I hung up the phone and put a little pressure on the back of Cassie’s head. She always had a slight problem deep-throating, unless there was some extra force applied. Less than five minutes later, my load of warm cum was sliding down her throat, toward her stomach.
“Not much of a breakfast, Pops. I guess you haven’t had time to replenish from last night. Coffee ready?”

As we sat on the screened porch, I reflected on the events that led to our incestuous affair. At 44, I reveled in the fact that a 19yr old was totally receptive to any and all of my sexual desires.
Cassie wasn’t as pretty, or as well built, as her older sister but she can fuck like a nympho… always ready for more.
About a year ago, not long after she finished high school, I happened to glance out of the kitchen window and saw Cassie walking, slowly, toward my house.
When Jen and Gary (who is 11yrs older than her) got together, Jen moved in with him and his daughters. His home was only a couple blocks from mine, so it was fairly common for the girls to walk back and forth.

Since a failed lung transplant took my wife’s life, they had been a big comfort to me.
I had, actually, fantasized about fucking Shelly, Cassie’s big sis, many times.