Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2023 03:03:07 +0100
From: Lacey Kinks <laceyk@petlover.com>
Subject: Give Him What He Wants (Bisexual/Incest & TG/Young Friends)

GIVE HIM WHAT HE WANTS

A story by Lacey Kinks (laceyk@petlover.com)

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It was always fairly easy to work out when my brother Ben was feeling
horny, after coming home from school.

There were the little tell-tale signs: the tightness around his eyes, the
inability to sit still, the little beads of sweat that would appear even
on the chilliest of evenings, the firmly crossed legs which sought to
conceal the bulge in his pants.

And then there was the big giveaway -- the noises he made while fucking
his sister at the first opportunity he could find to get her alone. Not
to say the squeals that he usually elicited from her in return.

How they were never caught by our parents, I couldn't quite work out.
Sometimes they weren't back from work of course. But even if they were,
that didn't necessarily stop Ben and Zoe from going at it.

It helped, I suppose, that Dad was often closeted away in his study
working, while Mum was more likely to be playing video games or listening
to music. But even so, there was rarely silence while Ben was busy
plunging his cock into Zoe's accommodating pussy. Well, I could hear
them at any rate.

Of course that might have been due to the fact that I was usually just
outside Ben's bedroom listening. Or, if I was feeling really daring
(which was most of the time), peeking in through a crack in the door.

I loved watching them do it, committing every visual detail to memory so
that I could replay them later while I pulled on my stiff little cock.
The hardest thing was not coming in my pants as I spied on them. Even
just a few rubs could have me spurting into my underpants -- and then
scurrying off to change them. At eleven years of age, producing spunk was
still a fairly new experience for me, and I hadn't yet learned how to
reduce the mess by keeping a tissue or two to hand

From the moment I'd become aware of the opposite sex, I'd had a thing
for my sister. A petite brunette, like Mum, Zoe was a year and a bit
older than me, and barely gave me the time of day. But I didn't really
mind, because nothing she could do or say would do anything to make me
stop worshipping her slim body, her tiny but perfect tits, her graceful
legs -- or the peculiar way she shuddered when Ben made her come.

Other girls at school had prettier faces, or better developed bodies, or
both. But for whatever reason, it was my sister who captivated me. I
would have loved to spend more time admiring her naked body. But she
always seemed to be more careful about locking doors when she wasn't
coupling with our older brother.

In truth though, what I loved even more than Zoe in the nude was the
sight of Ben's erect, throbbing cock.

It was so far removed from the small thing that I kept in my pants that
we might have been from a different species. I'm not sure exactly how
big it was, but it always seemed a struggle to fit it into Zoe's
accommodating slit, or for that matter her eager mouth.

I loved the way that when it wasn't inside our sister, Ben's dick
throbbed and pulsed as if it had a mind of its own. Well, mine did that
too, I guess. But nothing like as impressively. And more importantly, I
could imagine nothing about my little cocklet that would make Zoe gasp
and moan.

It was strange, but as often as I found myself wondering what it would be
like to be inside Zoe, I couldn't help trying to imagine the sensation
of touching Ben's manhood, or even -- if I was feeling especially kinky
-- tasting it.

There was even just a tinge of jealousy that I couldn't get to feel Ben
inside me, as Zoe could. But then I didn't have a pussy, of course.

I should perhaps stress that I would never have thought of myself as
being gay. Every other fantasy I had was about girls. But then Ben's was
the only erect cock I'd ever seen, apart from my own.

Both my household and my phone had blocking software that was incredibly
effective in keeping me off porn sites. There were workarounds, I knew.
But Dad was a computer engineer with mad tech skills, and he'd made it
clear that he would know if any of us tried to evade the restrictions.

And we were under no illusions about what would happen if we disobeyed
him. Dad came from a religious family with some very old-fashioned ideas
about discipline. We had been spared the worst excesses of his faith,
probably because of Mum's moderating influence. But do something wrong
and our punishment would not be a loss of privileges, but a good
spanking.

Even Ben, who was now fourteen, was not immune from being put over his
father's knee. He might be nearly as big as Dad, but he was no match for
the older man's terrifying intensity when he was upset about something.
Which made what Ben and Zoe were doing even more startling. I could only
imagine what might happen if Dad found out -- assuming he survived the
resulting heart attack, that is.

With such tight control at home, I could have leaned on some of my
friends at school to access some of the pornographic material that they
were constantly talking about. But I didn't want to get them into
trouble.

I did, however, sometimes borrow Nathan's phone to access a chat site
he'd told me about. It was strictly text, no images. I had struck up a
friendship there with another young boy, about my age, and we had got
into quite a deep discussion about what it was like to be fixated on your
brother. He'd even suggested a way I could get to experience what Zoe
felt. I'd gone along with the planning, but I was pretty sure I didn't
have the nerve. I got very hard thinking about it, though ...

Which was exactly how I was right now, kneeling outside Ben's room and
watching as Zoe did something I hadn't seen before. Ben was flat on his
back on the bed and our sister was squatting on top of him, bouncing up
and down on his meaty pole. Her back was to me, which was how I was able
to watch them. That blocked any sight of her boobs, worse luck, but it
was more than compensated by the view I had of her cute little butt
smacking down hard against Ben's taut belly as his shaft disappeared
inside of her.

I was just about to give in to the urge to touch my own hard little
cocklet, when it happened.

"Quite the sight, isn't it?"

The words were spoken close by my ear. I would have cried out in shock if
a large, callused hand hadn't simultaneously clamped down on my mouth.

"I mean, look how sexy your sister is! I could watch her for hours. Good
thing I've got all those videos ... The way she's riding that big cock,
taking it all the way inside her juicy little cunt. Fucking awesome! Just
a pity we can't see those gorgeous little titties, right?"

Oh god, I recognised the voice! It was Grandpa. I knew he was due to join
us for dinner that evening, but I had no idea he'd arrived early. Mum
and Dad weren't home yet, so how on earth had he even got in?

More immediately, he had caught me spying on my brother and sister having
sex. He didn't get on well with his son-in-law, so he probably wouldn't
spill the beans to Dad. But he would surely tell his daughter. And who
knew how Mum would react? She was pretty chill, but how could she ignore
this? All three of us were going to be in so much trouble ...

Yet even as all this flashed through my mind, I was registering what
he'd been saying about Zoe. It was almost as if he could read my mind.
And the filthy way he was talking too ...

But worse -- and weirder -- was to come.

"You'd love to be inside her, wouldn't you? You'd just love to put
your little funstick into that soaking wet pussy. After she'd given it a
good suck, of course. The way she does to Ben ..."

He was being quiet enough so that only I could hear, which was something.
But then, to my consternation, his free hand reached round in front of me
and snaked down inside my sweatpants. He traced the outline of my
throbbing little shaft through the thin cotton of my boxer shorts, then
gave it a squeeze. My involuntary moan was stifled by the hand over my
mouth.

"Quiet now, little one. Don't want to stop the show, do we? Just look
at those fucking rabbits go." Zoe was pounding down on Ben now, and by
the sound of it her orgasm was approaching.

Grandpa started squeezing my cocklet in time with her thrusts, all the
while keeping up his filthy yet compelling commentary.

"Mmmm, just imagine that tight twelve-year-old pussy squeezing your
dick, trying to get you to spurt all that lovely cream deep inside her ...
She is such a hot little fucking tramp ..."

His hands were still the only thing touching me, but I could sense him
crouched behind, and smell that strange combination of cheap after-shave
and mothballs that I had come to associate with him for as long I could
remember. I couldn't drag my eyes off the action in front of us, and I
didn't dare reach behind me to find out, but I felt sure from the
tension in his voice that he was as excited as I was.

And what his hand was doing to me ... It was inside my boxers now,
touching me with an intimacy and delicacy I'd never experienced. He
seemed to realise that it would only take one or two firm strokes to make
me come, so he was holding back, just caressing and lightly squeezing not
just my little shaft, but the balls underneath it.

It was wrong. It was wicked. It was inexcusable. And I didn't want him
to stop.

"Mmmm, you have a lovely little cock, you know that? Feels so smooth and
fresh. Just the right size to pop in my mouth, like a lollipop. Not like
Ben's, that's so much thicker and longer. Look how far he's pumping
that fucking thing into her ... You'd like it inside your pussy as well,
wouldn't you? You'd just love to find out just how much of that thing
you could take in your pussy."

"I don't have a-"

The words were muffled, but he cut them off anyway. "Quiet I said! And
yes, you do. Every little boy who wants to get fucked has a pussy. Shall
I show you where it is?"

Without waiting for a response he thrust his hand between my legs and
then reached up and behind, until the tip of his finger found the rosebud
between my ass cheeks. "Right there, that's your boy pussy." If I was
shocked by the way he'd already been touching me, it was nothing to my
reaction as his digit started probing the puckered entrance.

"Do you want Ben to fuck you, Jason? Do you want to feel him all the way
inside your pussy? He'd love it, I bet, you'd be even tighter than your
little slut of a sister ... Look, she's coming now. Don't you wish that
was you? Wouldn't you like him to make you come like that?"

Yes. Yes, I would. And I didn't need to say anything or nod, because he
already knew, I was sure of it. He moved his hand back up to my cocklet
and one squeeze was all it took. As Zoe moaned and squirmed, still
squatting on Ben's rod, I came. My eyes were still glued on her, but my
real attention was on the sperm that was pumping out into my boxers. And
that voice in my ear.

"There, that's what you needed, wasn't it? And wow, that's quite a
bit of cream for someone your age! What are you, ten? No, eleven, that's
right. Such a sweet age. And I bet your cum tastes just as sweet. You've
tasted it, right?"

I drew a shuddering breath as best I could, with Grandpa's hand still
covering my mouth, then shook my head.

"You haven't? Well, we can put that right." He brought his hand up
from inside my boxers, and all of sudden the other one was removed from
my face and his stubby fingers were inside my mouth. "Lick them," he
ordered.

I didn't even think about resisting but did as I was told. And as I took
in the unfamiliar taste of the sticky goo that coated his digits, the
noises from inside the bedroom indicated that Ben was coming, pumping his
teen jizz up into Zoe's cunt, his grunts of pleasure mingling with her
soft moans. In my imagination, at that moment, it was Ben's spunk I was
tasting and swallowing, not my own.

For a moment, all I could do was to kneel there, still shuddering from
the strength of my orgasm, as I gently sucked Grandpa's fingers. In
front of me, Zoe had folded forward and was kissing Ben, still impaled on
his cock.

I could have stayed in that moment for quite a while. But Grandpa's
murmur brought me back to the present. "Think we should move before they
see us?" He retracted his fingers from my mouth.

Reluctantly, I nodded and clambered to my feet, then pulled the bedroom
door closed as quietly as I could. I was lucky that there were no squeaky
hinges in our house, or I wouldn't have found it quite so easy to
indulge my voyeuristic tendencies. Mind you, it helped that Zoe and Ben
were so oblivious to anything else when having sex. When I first saw
them, I had no idea they were there when I went looking for a book I'd
lent Ben. I was able to get halfway into the room and back out without
being noticed. And then found I could reopen the door again, just a
crack, and watch them go at it.

Behind me, I heard Grandpa's knees creaking as he stood up. I turned
around, unable to look him in the face, and completely unsure what to do
or say. But he took my unresisting hand and led me to my bedroom.

As we entered, I was trying to pluck up the courage to ask him about what
had just happened. But all thought of that vanished when I saw what was
laying on my bed. I whirled around to stare at my grandfather, just as he
was closing the door. "What's this?" I demanded.

"This?" he repeated. He was a small, wiry man, with a stooped head and
snow-white hair. But while the creases and wrinkles on his face showed
every one of his seventy-plus years, the twinkling eyes and mischievous
grin were those of a much younger man. "This is what you wanted, isn't
it?"

I gaped at him. Then the penny dropped. "Brad? Brad told you?" He
nodded. "But, I mean, how -- ?"

"Don't worry about that for now," he said firmly. He inclined his head
towards the bed. "Are you going to try it? Or are you too scared?"

I stared at the items laid out in front of me. It had been my online
friend Brad's idea. If Ben didn't like boys, he said, then the way to
get him to notice me could be to ... not be one. The idea had been both
terrifying and exciting. Which was exactly my reaction to the prospect of
putting it into practice.

"But Ben's just ... I mean, he'll be doing his homework now. He won't
want to be interru-"

"Look, just give it a go," interjected Grandpa. "I want to see how you
look. And besides, I can teach you some of what you need to know."

The smile was still there, but it had taken on a hungry quality. Now even
my goosebumps had goosebumps. Yet at the same time the reckless part of
me -- the part that was willing to risk being caught watching my siblings
fuck each other -- was eager to see where this would go.

"Okay," I said slowly. "But you need to ... turn around or
something."

"Uh-uh." He shook his head. "I like the view just fine." When I
didn't move, he lifted his eyebrows. "Well?"

Heart pounding, and with a queasy feeling in my stomach, I stripped off
my tracksuit. Then, with a defiant glance at Grandpa, I turned my back on
him and took off my cum-stained boxer shorts.

It was weird, undressing in front of a man -- and my grandfather, at
that. But the very fact that I knew he wanted to look at my naked body
was somehow exciting rather than disturbing. And besides, after the way
he had touched me ... Let's just say that I wanted to experience it
again. And if this was what I had to do, so be it.

Brad had asked me what I thought might excite Ben. Well, that was easy,
because I'd overheard him at school raving about a girl he'd seen at a
Halloween party. And then he'd asked Zoe if she would wear something
similar. She'd refused. But I was ready to give him what he wanted.
Because now I had the costume.

The panties were made of a smooth, black material. Satin, maybe? They
felt strange as I pulled them on, but also ... kind of nice against my
skin. My little cocklet had already got stiff again, just thinking about
what I was doing, which made it a little difficult to get the panties on.
But I was able to pull my little dick flat up against my stomach, with
the head tucked under the waistband.

The red polka dot dress came next. I pulled it up over my head, and
managed to get my arms through the short, puffy sleeves. But the zip at
the back defeated me, until Grandpa gave me a hand. With the zip pulled
up, the black velvet corset that took up the middle part clung tightly to
my torso, while the short skirt, with its fringed petticoat, flared out
from my hips.

Grandpa also had to help with the thigh-high black fishnet stockings. He
showed me how to pull them up and smooth them out. I shivered as he
stroked my legs, marvelling at how the nylon mesh clung to them -- and at
how nice it felt when his hand reached the bare skin above the stocking
tops.

Next came the shoes, patent black leather with a thin strap fastened
around the ankle, and two-inch heels that were awkward but not impossible
to walk in. A black choker and a pair of large mouse ears, both adorned
with a red polka dot bowtie, completed the costume. I usually wore my
longish black hair behind my ears, but I brushed the bangs forward now so
that they framed my face.

"Well?" I asked Grandpa, unable to keep the tremor out of my voice.
"How do I look?"

He grinned. "Absolutely fucking adorable," he proclaimed. "Not to
mention adorably fuckable!"

"Really?" I said, feeling a knot of tension in my stomach I hadn't
even realised was there begin to loosen -- only to be replaced by a
different feeling. One of anticipation.

"Really," he affirmed. "You are without doubt the sexiest mouse I've
ever seen! Maybe you could look even better with some makeup as well, but
we can worry about that later. Here, take a look."

He led me in front of the mirror that occupied the central door of my
wardrobe. I stared at what I saw, entranced. There was no boy to be seen.
Just a young girl dressed as Minnie Mouse. If Minnie was planning to find
work as a stripper, that is.

I looked up to find my grandfather's eyes in the reflection. "Wow," I
said. He gave a little told-you-so smirk, then glanced downwards. The
lump in the front of his pants gave me all the confirmation I needed
about the impact of my appearance.

"And what would you like your sexy mouse to do?" I asked in a small
voice.

Now his grin was positively wolfish. "Well, you can start by showing
what a good girl you are and giving your Grandpa a nice kiss."

I thought for one moment that he wanted the kiss somewhere else, as I'd
seen Zoe do to Ben often enough, and prepared to go down on my knees. But
he sat down on the edge of the bed and patted his lap.

I joined him there and he caught me up in his strong arms. Beneath me I
could feel a bulge in his groin that twitched as I sat on it. I
deliberately wiggled my bottom, then giggled at Grandpa's groan of
pleasure.

Really, I had no idea what had come over me. I should have been
profoundly uncomfortable about what was happening. But the way Grandpa
had touched me had unlocked something ... and seeing and feeling his
reaction to the way I was dressed had only brought it out further. I
didn't just want to be touched some more, I wanted to make him feel
good.

Even so, being kissed was more a strange experience than a pleasurable
one. I had touched lips with girls at school, but nothing at all serious.
And the fact that someone who had been pecking my cheek for as long as I
could remember was now pressing his lips down against mine was ... well,
weird.

Still, I had seen Ben and Zoe go at it, not to mention some of my bolder
classmates, so I knew that you didn't just keep your mouth closed. And
really, that was enough, because Grandpa's tongue lapped against mine
and then greedily probed inside my open mouth.

His stubble rasped a little against my soft skin and his breath had a
powerful taste of mint, which was a little distracting. But I enjoyed
being folded in his arms, and even more when his hands started to roam
over my body, stroking the back of my neck, caressing my bare shoulders
... and best of all, running up my legs, creeping under my skirt, then
finding the little hard lump inside my satin panties.

We remained like this for a few minutes. But I could feel Grandpa
throbbing underneath me with increasing urgency, and it came as no
surprise when he slid me from his lap and started unzipping his pants.

"Do you like kissing young boys, Grandpa? And ... touching them?" I'm
not sure what prompted me to ask the question, but it didn't seem to
faze him.

"Oh yes. Little girls too."

"And ... boys dressed as girls?"

That prompted a chuckle. "Well, this is a first, but I think the
evidence so far suggests that's another yes. Do you like me kissing and
touching you?"

I nodded, reaching out without being invited to grasp the cock that now
jutted out from his groin. It was smaller than Ben's, perhaps four
inches or so in length, and covered in veins. Unlike mine, it had no
foreskin. If I was honest, it didn't look particularly good. But I still
wanted to touch it.

Grandpa showed me how to grasp it in one fist and stroke it, telling me
what felt good and encouraging me to use the other hand to play with his
hairy balls, which seemed amazingly heavy. But soon enough, he judged me
ready to take the next step in my sexual awakening.

As with kissing, the feeling of taking his erection in my mouth was
notable rather than enjoyable. I was conscious of not wanting to bite
him, so I perhaps tried harder than was strictly necessary to keep my
teeth out of the way. His pubic hairs also tickled my face or got caught
on my tongue a little too much for my liking. But it was all clean enough
and I gradually started to warm to my work.

He especially liked it when, once again aping Zoe, I alternated running
my tongue up and down his shaft with bouts of fast sucking, bobbing my
head up and down at speed and trying to keep my lips firmly fastened to
his purple knob.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" he exclaimed. "Keep doing that, princess ... Suck that
cock!"

Giving voice to what I was doing was exciting enough, but being called
"princess" added an extra element of enjoyment that was as welcome as
it was surprising. It seemed that I really liked being a girl!

The praise spurred me on. But it took quite a deal of work, and I was
starting to get a little tired when I felt him tense up, and start
thrusting upwards into my mouth. Uncertain about what I was meant to be
doing, I opted just to try and keep my head still, and let him do the
work.

All of a sudden, Grandpa was groaning, and I could taste his spunk in my
mouth.

On one memorable occasion, I'd seen Ben come all over Zoe's face. I
wasn't sure whether it was deliberate or accidental. But what staggered
me was not just the number of spurts that erupted from his gorgeous tool,
or the volume of sperm he produced, but the force with which it spattered
against her surprised features -- and then clung in thick gobs to her
hair, eyelashes, nose, cheeks, lips, chin ...

This didn't feel anything like that. There didn't seem to be as much of
it. And it didn't squirt, so much as ooze. But the salty tang left no
doubt what it was, even if the taste was subtly different to my own.

I wasn't entirely sure what to do next. But on the occasions that I'd
seen Zoe give Ben a blowjob that hadn't ended up all over her, she
seemed to have swallowed his cum rather than spit it out. And she'd kept
Ben's cock in her mouth for a while, rather than immediately pulling her
head away.

So I did likewise, thinking as I did that while the taste wasn't
particularly nice, it certainly wasn't horrible. And when Grandpa made
no move to retract his manhood, I resumed sucking and licking it, trying
to coax any last drops out.

It was only as the residue slid down my throat that the enormity of what
I'd done struck me. I'd let a man come in my mouth. And not just any
man, but my freaking grandfather! What kind of wicked pervert did that
make not just him, but me?

My little cock was so hard that it hurt.

When Grandpa finally withdrew, he let out a shuddering sigh, then planted
kisses on the top of my head, and then on my lips.

He asked for a tissue to clean off his shrinking member, which was coated
with my saliva. As he tucked it back into his pants, still breathing
heavily, I waited for my chance, then asked the question I so desperately
needed answering.

"Grandpa, are you going to fuck me now, in my pussy?"

He gave me an incredulous look, then burst out laughing. But then, seeing
the hurt expression on my face, he held up a hand in apology.

"Wait, you don't know, do you?"

"Know what?"

"You think I can just get hard again and come some more?"

"Well ... yeah. You said I was sexy!"

"And so you are, sweetie. But ... see, old guys like me need time to
recover! When I was your age, it was great, I could come so often ... Now,
I'm lucky if I can manage it twice in one day."

"Oh."

"But look, even if I could, I wouldn't. And no, before you start
pouting again, not because I don't want to. I just think you would want
Ben to be your first, right?"

"Oh, yeah. Right." I felt stupid. Of course he was correct. I'd got so
carried away with what we were doing, that I'd forgotten why we were
actually doing it!

"But look sweetie, once you've got what you wanted, you can come round
to my place and get fucked as often as you like. You know, as long as
it's only once a day."

I flung my arms around him and gave him the biggest hug. "Thank you,
Grandpa!"

"You're welcome princess," he said when I finally released him. "But
honestly, it's not exactly a sacrifice to want to stick my aging cock in
that gorgeous young ass of yours!"

He smiled and leaned forward to plant another tender kiss on my lips.
"But listen, we should hurry, because there are some things I need to
tell you, and your parents will be home soon. First though, I think
there's a favour I need to return, don't you?"

"What do you mean?"

His answer was to sit me on the bed, position himself on the floor (with
some more knee-induced groans), then lift up my short skirt. Reaching
inside my panties, he pulled out my achingly stiff cockle.

"Oh!" I exclaimed. "That!"

Grandpa grinned. "Yep," he said with a tone of relish that was as much
of a turn-on as anything he'd done to me so far. He lowered his
white-haired head to my groin.

Oh. My. God.

Okay, so I had to take it back. This was way more of a turn-on. The
sensation of having my little dick in his warm mouth, the wet touch of
his tongue as it probed and licked the knob, the way his lips worked up
and down the shaft. And then the feeling of having my whole organ
enclosed, with my little ball-sack as well ...

I lasted longer than with the first hand-job he'd given me. But not by
much.

When he'd swallowed every drop of my boy juice and then kissed me some
more, we took a few minutes to just lie on the bed in each others' arms.
When he started idly stroking my legs, I started to get hard again and
with a giggle asked if it was time for another lesson.

Grandpa rolled his eyes. "Yes," he announced. Sitting up with a groan,
he motioned for me to position myself across him, face down. Mystified, I
complied. But then realisation dawned as he tugged down my panties and
started lightly spanking my bare bottom.

"Stop ... being ... so ... young ... and ... horny," he announced with a
mock-growl, punctuating each slap.

I giggled again. "And adorably fuckable," I reminded him. "Don't
forget that!"

"As if I could," he laughed. "Had enough punishment yet?"

"This is punishment? Mmmm, I'm going to have to find new ways to be
bad, in that case ..."

That prompted another chuckle. "Oh, that's a whole other can of worms
we might have to explore some time ... Okay, that came out funny, mixing
my metaphors there. Anyway, time to get back into your boring clothes
again, I'm afraid."

It was with considerable regret that I took off my costume and stowed it
away in a bottom drawer. I'd really enjoyed both how it looked and felt.
But as I changed, Grandpa made some useful suggestions of how I could go
about seducing (as he put it) my big brother.

The most startling proposal was recruiting my sister to help me.

"Zoe? Why on earth would she do that? We're not close, you know. I
mean, I'd like to be, but she's always so ... not nasty, just cold I
guess."

"Well, you kind of need her, Jason." I'd noticed that he'd started
using my name again now that I was dressed once more as a boy. "I mean,
she knows more about makeup than you do. Or me. But she could also talk
Ben into cooperating, if she wanted to. That would make things a lot
easier."

"But why on earth should she want to?"

"Well, you need to give her a reason. Reasons can be positive or
negative. You know, carrot or the stick, right?" I nodded. "So best to
give her both."

He explained what he had in mind. The stick part nearly made my brain
explode, but eventually he calmed me down enough to promise that I would
take my time and get properly ready before putting the plan into action.

It was only after Grandpa had left the house, following a family dinner
at which it was all I could do not to keep winking or smiling at him over
what we'd done, that I realised I had never asked him how he knew Brad.

Still, no matter. He had opened up a whole new array of possibilities for
me, and in the process found a way to turn my fantasies into reality. As
anxious as I was to spend more time with Grandpa, it was Ben who was
really in my sights. And the Zoe could just be the one to help me pull
the trigger ...



[To be continued. Please send any feedback or questions to me at
laceyk@petlover.com.]