It was a somber day at Brandy's house, as her Uncle Brian had passed away earlier that week. Too much hard living had finally caught up to him. Although Brandy's opinion of him was not very high, since their encounter last summer, she was still sad. He was her father's stepbrother so Brandy's primary concern was to comfort her grieving father and help him through the difficult and seemingly endless decisions one has to make at times like this.
Today was the funeral and after that a small gathering of family back at Brandy's house. Then, she hoped, life could return to normal.
Brandy was dressed and ready early, a first for her, so she walked towards her father's bedroom to see how he was doing. She found him fumbling with his tie and looking distraught.
"Daddy...let me."
Brandy took the ends, tied a textbook knot and then straightened the collar of the crisp, white dress shirt. Together they admired it in the mirror.
"Perfect!" Brandy declared.
"Yes, yes you are." Her father doted. "Where did you learn to do that?"
"Hee, hee. Papa Jack taught me, when I was little."
Papa Jack was what Brandy had called her grandfather since she was a child. Brandy was a 20-year old woman now, but had lost none of her adorable qualities over the years. Unfortunately for her, she was also still somewhat naïve. The gorgeous young woman loved attention, even if it was of an inappropriate nature and this often landed her in awkward situations.
Brandy was a quite petite, standing only 5' 2" and weighing about 90 lbs. Her shiny, shoulder length brown hair framed an angelic face and big, brown eyes. Her body was compact and curvy, toned from years of dance classes, gymnastics and cheerleading. Even dressed demurely, as she was today, there was no concealing the body that she possessed. She wore a simple, but snug black dress, which reached mid-thigh. The arms and plunging neckline were covered with delicate black lace, offering a suggestion of skin, without being completely revealing. Beneath that Brandy wore black nylons, bra and panty.
Her hair was held away from her face by a black headband and bow, which added an innocent accent, to her overall look. As usual, Brandy looked both sweet and sexy at the same time. That was the delicate balance that she maintained. There were those who wanted her to remain young and innocent and others who wanted to corrupt her and see her give in to their desires. Brandy goal was to please everyone.
"Speaking of your grandfather...I need to ask for your help." He asked, placing his hands on her shoulders.
"Anything Daddy."
"This is a tough time for Dad. We are all hurting, but no father should ever have to bury his son. Can I ask you to keep an eye on him, give him whatever comfort he needs today? I have to greet people at the funeral parlor, direct everyone to the church, then get us back here for the guests..."
"Daddy." Brand interrupted. "I got it. Don't worry."
Bill Lillet leaned in and kissed his daughter on the forehead, then pulled her close in a warm embrace. "My little angel," he whispered.
Brandy went back to her room to check her makeup one last time before they departed. She wore little today, just some mascara on her already long lashes and a little eyeliner. She sighed thinking about her grandfather.
"Papa Jack...Papa Jerk is more like it."
Brandy recalled how he had also taken advantage of her last year at the family reunion the previous summer. She had managed to avoid seeing him since then, going away to college had made it easy to do. But there was no avoiding her family today.
Brandy grabbed a pair of black high heels from her closet and saw the framed photo of her with her grandfather, which she has angrily tossed there, a year ago. Well...I can still be supportive, for Daddy's sake. She thought.
It was difficult for Brandy to see her uncle's body lying in a casket at the services. Seeing all her relatives from the reunion was awkward as well. But everyone was on their best behavior. Brandy even felt a little guilty about being angry with her grandfather, once she saw how genuinely upset he was at Uncle Brian's passing.
I know I can cheer him up! She decided.
Jack was distraught, but took great comfort from being near his granddaughter. Just looking at her gave the 77-year old a spring in his step and a slight sensation of stiffness in his pants. Both were rare occurrences at this point in his life. Fucking her last summer, gave him a new lease on life. Now, as he felt such pain, she was just the thing to comfort him.
When it was time to depart, everyone dispersed to their respective cars. Brandy's father had arranged a few luxury town cars and drivers, so the immediate family didn't have to bother driving themselves.
Jack put his arm around Brandy, as he wiped a tear from his eye and directed her towards the car he came in. "Here sweetie pie...ride with me."
Jack marveled at Brandy's beauty. Seeing her made him feel alive and eased the pain he felt at the loss of his son. He wanted to see Brandy smile desperately...she had the most beautiful smile and the cutest dimples.
Brandy slid onto the large backseat, next to her grandfather. On the other side of him, sat an elderly, great-aunt and uncle, who Brandy barely knew.
Pressing his body snuggly up against his granddaughters, he looked her over lustfully.
His gaze penetrated the lace work over her chest and he stared longingly at the youthful cleavage, her perky breasts created. His eyes then traveled down to Brandy's legs and her nylon covered thighs. He wondered if the nylons stopped just under the skirt, and left soft skin exposed between their tops and the little panties she must be wearing. Jack was filled with excitement and his heart raced as the car pulled away.
"I've missed you Brandy."
Brandy's felt great sympathy and offered her own olive branch. "I missed you too, Papa Jack."
Jack gently placed a hand on her knee, reassuringly. To which Brandy simply smiled up at him, and placed her hand on top of his.
Oh Brandy...there it is, the smile. He thought.
"I'm so sorry Papa Jack." Brandy whispered soothingly.
Brandy was sorry...about his loss, but also about the grudge she carried. Maybe something good could come from all this. Maybe Brandy could finally forgive her grandfather.
In response, Jack slowly eased his hand up her thigh and under her dress.
At first Brandy wasn't sure what he was doing and continued to smile lovingly at him. But suddenly, she realized he wasn't stopping. She grabbed his sleeve and tried to stop him. Not now! Not here! She screamed in her mind. But uttering only a hushed, "no!"
But Jack didn't stop. He couldn't. It was clear to him that the driver and family members next to him couldn't see where his hand was.
Sliding up along the smooth nylon covered thigh, he marveled at Brandy's firm flesh. Past the stretchy top of the nylon, which held it in place, he discovered her upper, inner thigh exposed. The soft skin felt so warm...so inviting...
"Papa..." Brandy pleaded breathlessly. She was afraid and embarrassed, unsure of what to do.
He reached her panties...they were so small and satiny. Just like little bikini bottoms. Jack's fingers paused for a moment, to play with the tiny bow, which adorned the front waistband of the underwear. Jack loved Brandy's underwear. It was always so small, so sexy. Not like women his age wore. Just the sight of them, or in this case, touch, drove him wild.
Grinning at the impending victory, he proceeded to slide his large middle finger past the flimsy black material. Jackpot! He thought.
Brandy held his wrist now, but was unable to do anything to stop him. She looked at him and then the elderly couple in fear. She had anticipated lending her grandfather an ear, or a shoulder to cry on, but not her body. Not like this. Not again.
Her grandfather ran his finger along her slit and marveled at the smooth, soft mound and the warmth from within. He was patient, but persistent, as he penetrated her pussy. Brandy gasped at the intrusion.
