Being part of the pack

Grandpa and Carrie exchange glances, clearly amused. "Of course, sweetie," Carrie says, her voice barely above a whisper. "We'll be right down." Carrie headed to the bathroom, and Grandpa follows her, but I grasp his arm. "You'll use the bathroom downstairs, or do you two intend to rearrange the bathroom as well?" I inquire, my tone laced with a mix of anger and sarcasm. Clenching my teeth, "I am your grandson and she is your granddaughter-in-law," I hiss, "for fuck's sake." This time, there is only anger in my voice, raw and unfiltered.

"Yes, of course, son. Calm down," he says soothingly, his tone laced with amusement and going downstairs. I head to the kitchen, take a deep breath and trying to steady myself. I **** myself to focus on anything else as I meticulously set the dining table, trying desperately to banish the haunting images of Carrie and grandpa from my mind. One fork, two forks, three forks... God, why does this have to hurt so bad?

Carrie strolls in, glistening from her shower and starts to help. I try to ignore the vivid flashes of their taboo union flashing through my mind. The only thing that might help is to keep my eyes glued on the tablecloth, to pretend that everything is normal and under control, when in fact, nothing could be further from the truth. "So done." I say finally, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "Thanks, honey. It looks great." Her words are empty, hollow. But I **** a smile anyway, because that's what I'm supposed to do. That's what I have to do if I ever want to find some semblance of peace in this twisted new reality.

Grandpa finally joins us just in his boxers. "WTF grandpa.". I protest "It might be a good idea to throw on some shorts and pants before we start eating."

"Oh, come on, son. Don't be such a prude," he says, taking a seat across from me, while Carrie giggles and takes her seat next to him. "Just so you know, I wear what I want, so be happy that I wear my underwear. Get used to it." Carrie laughs, kisses him on the cheek and says, "We all can wear whatever we want, grandpa." And with that she stands up, takes off her shirt and pants. Wearing only bra and panties she sits next to him. "There, now we match." she says with a wink. "No we don't, or do you see me wearing a bra!?" Grandpa exclaims, clearly enjoying the teasing.

Oh, God... It's like my mind just can't help but focus on the image of them together. I mean, my Carrie, my beloved girlfriend, sitting there in her underwear, teasing my own grandpa. It's just... wrong. I should say something, do something, but instead, I find myself just sort of laughing along, trying to pretend that this isn't happening.We start eating, making small talk about the weather and the news. I try to eat, but my stomach churns with nausea, and I can't seem to get any food down.

"So, Carrie told me that you both are okay with me moving in." Grandpa says, looking up. "Oh, yes. We think it's a great idea. You'll be a great addition to the family, grandpa" Carrie says, smiling at him. I just nod, not trusting myself to speak. It's like they're speaking a language I can't understand. It's as if they're having their own private little world where I don't exist. Finally, I snapped. The tension had been building inside me for far too long, and her relentless use of the term "grandpa" was the final straw. With rage boiling over, I shouted at her, "He is not your grandpa, don't call him that." My voice echoed through the room.

The look of surprise on Carrie's face was palpable. "But..." she stammered, clearly confused. "Yes, you'r right son." Grandpa interjected. "I'm not her grandfather. And don't worry, I'm not seeing her as my granddaugher." He paused and with an evil smile he annonced, "Your beloved girlfriend is my fucktoy."

Silence.....

It felt like a punch to the gut. All the air rushed out of my lungs, leaving me gasping for breath. My heart raced, my hands trembled, and a cold sweat broke out across my brow. Carrie, on the other hand, seemed to take it surprisingly well. She glanced between the two of us, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Well, I guess that makes things a bit more complicated." She says and looks at him adoringly.

He turns his fearful gaze to her and says, "What the hell is complicated about that?" with that he grabbed her hair violently and pulled her head toward his, only to spit on her face in a disgusting display of dominance, and let go of her hair. To my horror, Carrie looked back at him with a mix of fear and adulation, whispering, "You'r right. Not complicated at all grandpa. I'm your little bitch.". With a hungry glint in her eye, she proceeded to lap up the slobber from her face as if it were the most intoxicating aphrodisiac.

I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be my girlfriend, my Carrie. My head spun and my stomach churned as I struggled to make sense of it all. Grandpa sat there, smirking at me, his eyes gleaming with malice. And Carrie... she was completely under his spell. She was his little bitch, willing to do anything he wanted. Ans I..., I was excluded. I wasn't part of nothing. Never did I feel so alone.

"So what do we do about my broken bed?" grandpa says, breaking the tension between us. Carrie looks up at him, a sly grin forming on her lips. "We have biiig bed grandpa. There's plenty of room for all of us. Right honey?" She purrs. "That's enough, Carrie. Are you on fucking ****?" I manage to **** out, trying desperately to maintain some semblance of control over the situation. "Come on, honey," she says pleadingly in a little girl's voice, reaching across the table and placing her hands on mine. "You know we can all have fun together." Her touch sends shivers down my spine and I want nothing more than to push her away. But I can't. Something's wrong with me. I'm not myself.

Grandpa watches us, a predatory smile curling at the corners of his lips. "I think it's settled then. Well, I am tired like hell. I'm going to bed." he winks at Carrie and slaps her ass. Carrie giggles and wriggles closer to him, "We'll tidy up the kitchen, wash up and then we'll join." He walks out of the kitchen and up the stairs to our bedroom.

I'm frozen, unable to move. Carrie looks at me, her eyes pleading. "Please don't be mad, honey." She comes around the table and kneels in front of me, taking my hands in hers. "We can make this work, can't we? We can all be happy together." Her words feel like knives stabbing me in the heart, but I can't deny the twinge of desire that flares up in my gut as she says them.

"Carrie, this isn't right. You know that." I manage to **** out, trying to regain some sense of control over the situation. "He's my grandfather, for god's sake." She looks at me with a mixture of pity and confusion. "But you said you do everything to make me happy?" She kisses my hand, "This is what I want." I feel my resolve crumbling under her gaze. "I don't... I don't know what's happening. I just want you to be happy. I'm just..." My voice trails off as I struggle to find the words.

She stands up, whispers "let's postpone doing the dishes until tomorrow.", taking my hand, and leads me to our bedroom. Grandpa's snoring can be heard from the stairwell. As we enter the bedroom, we see grandpa laying on his back naked. I couldn't believe my eyes as I saw my his cock, even when flaccid, laying like a fat python on his thigh. It was a sight that filled me with an unfamiliar mixture of disgust and jealousy. "How the hell did that fit inside you?" I whispered to Carrie, pointing at Grandpa's oversized manhood. She giggled softly and replied, "It didn't, honey. We made a deal. He is allowed only to put the tip inside me, but that is more than enough. I'm still sore from it and it hurts like hell when I walk, so please try not to wake him. My poor little pussy needs some days to recover." Her laughter was tinged with an air of mischief as she winked at me. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity. I couldn't imagine how even the tip of grandpa's huge member could possibly fit inside Carrie, let alone make her feel pleasure. I lost myself in these thoughts. She waved her hand in front of my face, trying to snap me out of my trance, and whispered, "Hon...honey," she said playfully, "Let's brush our teeth and then off to bed, sweetie."

We did as she said, brushing our teeth and crawl quietly under the covers, trying our best not to wake Grandpa. As soon as we're under the covers, she takes off her panties and bra, facing me, whispering, "Now it's your turn, honey, but please, we must be quiet. We don't want to wake him up, okay?"

I slowly undress. We lie on our sides and hug each other. My hands moving down, squeezing her ass. I press my nose against Carrie's, our mouths meet in a passionate kiss. I can taste the sweetness of her tongue as it tangles with mine! I slide my hand lower, between her legs, and am met with her wet, eager pussy. I part her cunt, and there it is! Her entrance is already ready for me. I slowly begin to thrust my cock into her, feeling the tightness of her body as she's taken by my movements. Carrie's moans get louder and more excited, muffled against my neck as I continue to thrust. Her nails dig into my back, sending shivers of delight through me. As we lie there, panting and sweaty, I can't help but glance over at my sleeping grandpa on the other side of the bed. Thankfully, he remains asleep, his snores echoing through the room.

The sounds of our lovemaking are almost drowned out by the steady rhythm of his snores, but it only serves to heighten the illicit thrill of our encounter. I pick up the pace, fucking Carrie harder and faster, feeling my own release building within me. She meets each thrust with equal passion, her hips bucking wildly as she takes me deeper and deeper. Her cries grow louder, more urgent, and I can feel her body tensing as she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist.

To my horror, I realize that I don't hear Grandpa snoring anymore. I glance over at him, heart racing, and see that he's staring at us. There's a mixture of lust and perversion etched across his gaze, and it sends a shiver down my spine. I feel my heart race as I struggle to maintain my composure. Carrie, unaware that Grandpa is awake, continues to enjoy our intimate moment. As I open my mouth to warn her about grandpa, he puts his finger to his lips, shushing me. I nod. His expression is a combination of evil and arousal. Something changed in me. I don't want to protect Carrie anymore. The exact opposite. Why should I? She's not family. She is not a part of our pack. But Grandpa is. Finaly I am part of something. It's Carrie that is excluded. I feel like I want to team up with him. All of the sudden I see Carrie as prey and me and Grandpa as predators. Now we have her excactly, where we want her.

I slowly pull the blankets down, exposing Carrie's back to Grandpa's hungry gaze. He nods his approval, licking his lips. Now I could see his cock fully errect. It is not human and certainly not build for pleasure, but for killing the prey. As I continue to fuck my girlfriend, I reached back and open her asscheek for grandpa, offering our pack leader her ass. His cock is thick and hard, almost as if it were made of stone. It's terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. Carrie's moans and gasps fill the room as she feels the foreign object pressing against her entrance. Carrie turns her head around and sees him behind her, "No Grandpa, I told you we have to let my pussy rest for couple of days. It's too sore for that." Grandpa's smile turns sinister, "Who said anything about your pussy, bitch?"

Carrie's eyes widen in horror with understanding as Grandpa's words sink in. She screams in horror and tries to free herself from my hug, but I hold her tight. I can feel her body shaking with fear and revulsion. Her ass is still exposed to Grandpa, but he seems to be in no hurry and enjoys her terror. He grabs a handful of her hair and roughly pulls her head back, forcing her to look at him. His expression is chillingly calm, "You are our bitch, don't you remeber?". I got so proud the he included me, "We have bagged the prey, right grandpa?". "Yes son.", he approved, "and what does a wolf pack do after catching the prey?". He looks at Carrie with the most terrifying eyes I have ever seen, "They tear their prey into pieces."

My hands grip her roughly around her forcing her facing me and her back to grandpa. His eyes are filled with lust and malice, his massive cock now the size of my whole arm. He reaches out, his rough fingers tracing the outline of her ass cheek. She whimpers in fear and I feel a surge of power course through me as I watch this play out. This is who we are. This is what we do.

Grandpa leans in closer, his hot breath on her ear, "You are ours now, Carrie. You belong to us and we will claim what's ours." He pulls her hair harder, forcing her head back. "And you, son," he nods at me, "You've proven yourself a true alpha. A worthy successor to the pack." His gaze drifts down to my cock, still buried inside her and with a mischievous smile he encourages us "Let's tear our prey apart." With that, he thrusts forward, trying vainly to **** his massive cock into her tight asshole. A blood-curdling shriek tears from her throat as she's split in two, my cock buried deep inside her and Grandpa's monstrous cock trying to **** its way past her sphincter.

Her body convulses violently as I feel the walls of her pussy clamp down around my cock, milking me for every last drop. Her asshole is stretched impossibly wide, the pain etched across her face but her rectum successfully fends off the attack and prevents Grandpa from penetrating her. I have to help grandpa, so I reach back and grab her asscheeks, spreading her open for our pack leader. "Come on, grandpa," I growl, "she's yours."

Grandpa growls in frustration, his massive cock still trying to **** its way inside her. His free hand grips her hip, holding her in place as he pushes and pulls. Blood trickles down her leg, mingling with her sweat as she struggles to breathe. I can see her eyes, wild with fear and desperation. Her body is a battleground, being violated by two men who claim her as their prey.

With a snarl, my grandfather redoubles his efforts, his cock finally managing to breach Carrie's defenses. There's a sickening rip as he pushes the tip past her sphincter. Blood gushes from her asshole, staining her legs and the bed beneath her. Her asshole stretches impossibly wide, and she lets out a strangled scream as her body is split in two. "Just the tip of your dick, Grandpa," she begs, her voice strained and hoarse, "Don't forget our deal. Just the tip, JUST THE TIP." Grandpa pauses for a moment, Carrie's body is shaking and to her horror he yells, "Fuck the deal!"

He grabs her hips, forcing her against me. With a grunt, he thrusts his massive cock deeper into her, the head of his cock tearing at her poorly stretched asshole. She lets out a piercing scream, her body convulsing as she tries to push him away. Her eyes are wild with pain and fear, her asshole clenching and unclenching as it tries to expel him.

My cock twitches inside her pussy, almost begging to release, but I refuse. This is my moment, my chance to prove myself. I look into her eyes, seeing the terror and desperation there, and I feel a surge of power course through me. I grip her hips tighter, my hands bruising her pale skin as I **** her to take us both.

Grandpa's thrusts grow more frantic, his hips slapping against her ass as he pumps his massive cock deeper and deeper into her stretched asshole. I can see her muscles tensing, feel her body straining as she fights to expel him. Her screams are muffled by my kiss, and I'm feel her tighten around my cock, her orgasm building inside her. I grip her shoulders, holding her in place as I thrust deeper, wanting to feel her cum on my cock.

Her body arches off the bed, her asshole clamping down around my grandfather's cock as she cries out in ecstasy. Her pussy milks my cock mercilessly, her orgasm washing over me like a wave. "YEESSS, Fuck meeeee, fuck your slut", she screams. I feel her ass relax around grandpa's cock, and with a final thrust he releases himself inside her, filling her up with his seed.

Breathless and spent, we collapse on top of Carrie, our heavy bodies pinning her to the bed. Her skin is slick with sweat and blood, her asshole still gripping my grandfather's spent cock like a vice. For a moment, there's silence in the room. I didn't know their is possible to be that much tired, that much drained of energy. "Not bad at all." I heard my grandpa saying. There's pride in his voice, and for a moment, I feel like I've won his approval. It's a heady feeling, intoxicating. I look down at Carrie, at the mess we've made of her. With all her strength she tries to give us a smile. "I don't think we've ever deserved to sleep as much as tonight!" I said, and Carrie agreed wholeheartedly, saying, "Let's sleep for three days straight!", still trying to catch her breath.

"I don't know about you son, you can sleep all you want, but me..., I just get started.", he points to his fully erect dick. I watched open-mouthed and didn't know what to say. Carrie jump up in shock, "Oh no, I can't take it anymore. I need to rest at least a week" She begs, almost in tears. "I'm out grandpa, but I'll sleep in the living room. She's all yours." Carrie tries to run out of the room, but my grandfather grabs her hair and pulls her back to the bed.

"Not so fast, little girl. From now on our just tip deal is off." Grandpa grins wickedly. I take a pillow, walk out of the room and close the door. I hear Carrie begging, "please granpa, look my ass is still bleeding." And as I'm about to go the stairs I hear my grandpa respond with a sinister laugh "Then your mouth and pussy it is." I can't help but smile, knowing he will be fucking her senseless until she can't move. I walk downstairs to the living room and laying on the couch, exhausted. I close my eyes, trying to fall asleep, but the sounds of her screams and his roars echo through the house, and make it almost impossible to fall asleep. Well, Almost. Finally, I manage to drift off, dreaming of the perverse family reunion that just happened.

In the morning, I wake up to the same screams and moans from upstairs. My grandfather's voice is hoarse from a night of relentless fucking, and Carrie sounds like she's been put through the wringer. I stretch my limbs, still sore from the night before, and decide to make some breakfast. In the kitchen, I first start to rinse the dishes from last night, as I hear the bedroom door open and close, followed by the sounds of my grandpa shuffling around downstairs.

"Morning, son." He says drenched in sweat. He opens the fridge, drinks a whole carton of milk, takes out another carton, grabs some bananas and as he is about to go upstairs I ask him "Is she okay?" He turns and looks at me. Then he says quietly, "Son, have you forgotten that you only have to worry about the pack?" So I ask, "Are you okay?" "Never been better," he replies with a satisfied smile and goes upstairs and I sit at the kitchentable. As he opens the bedroom door upstairs, I hear her terror-filled voice screaming, "Please.... Please grandpa, no more!"

I wonder if this is how it's supposed to be, if this is what it means to be a part of this pack for the rest of my life.