This story will contain mmf/ffm/ff It will also contain anal and probably many other things that you'll find exciting. My imagination is going wild with this fantastic family.
Esadowa (Esa) is the father to Tami, who is the mother to Maralah. You'll have to read to discover in what depraved way Paytah is related. There are many surprises along the way so fasten your seat belts.
Xo DG
When Family is Not As They Seem
Chapter One
Maralah
The door swung open on the construction trailer and the sun outlined the broad-shouldered man that filled the open door.
The same smile came to my face every time I laid eyes on him. I loved that man fiercely.
"My darling granddaughter," he said, flashing a smile. "You make all my work problems fade away."
His teeth were even brighter against the dark-tanned skin. High cheekbones and a sculpted face were his heritage. Thick black hair that had not one silver strand. He was slim-hipped, and wide shouldered. A body that was sculpted by hard work.
"Grandad, you're just in time," I said, returning his smile. "I have some papers for you to sign before you go back out."
He hefted a beefy thigh across the corner of my desk and looked at me, his eyes so black you couldn't discern the pupil from the iris. Just like mine. Just like my mom's. I imagined that my Grandmother might have had the same.
"You've been here since you graduated high school. What, almost a year now?"
I nodded, twisting the long black braid that hung over my shoulder. I sat back in my office chair, elbows on the arms laced my fingers over my stomach. I heaved a deep sigh, which pushed my breasts even further out, tightening the white knit t-shirt.
"Yes grandad," I smiled. "And no, I like working here and don't want to go anywhere else. If you want me to go to school to help me learn more about the business, I will. Otherwise, I would have no interest in college. I want to stay right here."
This was a repeat of a conversation we had regularly. I know he worried that I would get tired of working in his construction company and want more. It was in fact quite the opposite. I loved it. I was learning about his business on the job.
Grinning, he took my hand and pulled me back into his office. "I need some downtime."
He sat on his big, oversized black leather recliner that held a special place in the corner of his otherwise utilitarian office. He sometimes napped there, worked on plans, or just daydreamed. The foremen had their own job site trailer so Grandad could have his privacy.
He tugged and I squeezed between his big body and the arm of the chair. This was my favorite time. He made me feel so secure. So, loved. I slid my leg over his thighs, my arm across his chest.
His arm was around me, his hand on the side of my breast. Just how he holds Mama, I thought. I'd often felt left out of their affection, but now that I was working here, and we saw each other more often, I felt the closeness that he and Mama had.
There must be such a special relationship between father and daughter. Mama told me that my dad died before I was born. Grandad tried to fill in as best he could through the years.
I snuggled my face in his neck breathing in the scent of maleness, a hint of his morning shave, and a tease of the coconut sunblock I make him put on every morning.
"You smell so good," I breathed. His eyes were closed but he smiled at my words.
He hugged me tighter to him, my breast mashing into his side, the other on his chest. His hand still on my breast, his thumb softly rubbed back and forth on the sensitive curve.
"You're like your mother you know. Just like her when she was your age," he murmured.
"Tell me about her."
My hand was splayed across the hard wall of his chest. So warm through the thin blue chambray.
He sighed. "When your grandmother died, Tama had to grow up quickly. The responsibility of the ranch at that time was full-time for us all. We had more cattle, consequently more work."
I remember Mama telling me that back then the ranch was much bigger and a seven-day-a-week job. Through the years grandad had downsized until he got his construction company up and running. She knew he wanted to take responsibility off the family.
"And then that was when Mama met my dad?"
There was a long pause before he began.
"Yes, it was about that time, my love," he said, kissing my forehead and pulling me closer.
He moved his hand, and I missed the warmth.
"I love you, grandad," I murmured, kissing his jaw.
He moaned softly as my lips trailed down his neck.
The ringing phone broke into my reverie, and I pushed up and away from him to get back to my job.
"Maralah, you look beautiful tonight," Mama said when we sat down to dinner.
Grandad's eyes settled on me, and he said, "You do my love."
I blushed at the attention. I felt different. I didn't know why. Or maybe I did. I had walked into the kitchen earlier when Grandad and Mama were there, but they hadn't seen me.
He leaned against the counter, she stood between his spread legs. He trailed the back of his knuckles over her cheek while she smiled up at him lovingly.
It was the same way he looked at me today. It made me feel included. They were like this for as long as I can remember.
He reached back and pulled the pins from the intricate knot of hair on the back of her head. It tumbled down like a sheet of black satin that nearly covered her butt. I heard the tinkle of her laugh and his deeper chuckle.
Suddenly she turned and saw me. "Just in time, Maralah. It's almost dinner," she said, slow to pull away from him.
I remembered him doing the same thing last week. He stood behind her and let her hair down, then wrapped his arms around her. His big hands were below each breast.
Mama and I were the same height and weight. Slim figured with large thirty-four D breasts. Grandad always said we could be twins. He was right.
Last week when I saw them, I was jealous. I felt left out of their affection.
We finished dinner and Grandad poured after dinner liqueur for each of us.
"Maralah, the painters are coming tomorrow and will start with my bedroom. I'll have to bunk in with you for a bit if you don't mind?"
We didn't live with Grandad. Mama had bought a small house on the outskirts of his property. I was never sure why we didn't live there since we seemed to be there most of the time.
"No, it'll be fun. Sleepover time," I giggled. She grinned and nodded.
I saw them exchange a look and a flare of fire flashed in Granddad's eyes.
"Maybe it's time to consider moving back in here, Tama," he said in a tone that had more meaning than the words.
When we arrived home mama and I moved her furniture and covered it up, ready for the painters in the morning.
"This is fun!" I said when she slipped into bed beside me.
"Come here baby girl," she said, pulling me against her and wrapping her arms around me. "We don't hug near enough anymore."
Our breasts mashed together through the sheer fabric of our nighties. Our breasts were full and plump with matching browning black nipples.
