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It has been at least five years since I’ve seen little Sarah, my granddaughter. I was to fly out west to attend her Sweet Sixteen Birthday party. My daughter Jane called and said flight reservations are made and paid for.
I’m Brad; I’m 67 years old and retired. I own 2,500 acres of prime land next to the Canadian border with Montana, where I raise cattle and horses. The cattle for the government and horses just for the hell of it and fun. Sarahs mother and my daughter, Jane, was born and raised there. My wife and sister, Brenda, had died from breast cancer, so I’ve been a widower for just about 10 years. To look at me, you’d think I work with heavy steel all day long, but I'm a rancher. I’m 5-8 and 200 pounds of solid muscle. I have light brown, graying hair and hazel eyes and a well weathered face. Yeah, just an old guy to most people, but that doesn’t bother me, not much does. I left the place in the capable hands of my foreman and 15 other hands during this little vacation.
My flight arrived on time in San Diego. I’m really anxious to see little Sarah! But I was in for a very big surprise. I expected a little girl to meet me, not an almost grown woman. That’s what I get for not really looking at the pictures I had been receiving online every month.
When I walked out of the airport security area, all I heard was a loud squeal, “Pappa!” Along with running feet as Sarah came at me. I barely had time to see who it was before this “almost woman” jumped, grabbing me around the neck and covering me with kisses. “Pappa, I’m so glad you’re here! I’ve missed you so much!”
“Whoa there girl, step back and let me see you!” I said. Sarah wouldn’t let me go, but did step away for me to get a good look at her. “Damn! What has nature done to my little girl? She’s done gone and grown up on me!”
Sarah is about 5-3 and 110 pounds. She has blonde hair with reddish highlights down to the middle of her back, and dark eyes that will melt a guy. Being thin like her mother, I’d guess her to have 34B breasts and nice slim waist. An absolute raving beauty, I’d say.
“Pappa, you’ve been getting at least a dozen pictures each year of me. You should know what I look like by now.” Sarah said with her girlish giggle.
“Daddy! Jane said, as she came up to us. We’re so glad you’re here. Sarah has done nothing but talk about you since I told her you were coming for her birthday. All of her friends know more about you than their own grandfathers.”
We gathered up my bags and went out to the lot where the car was parked. Sarah had my arm wrapped in hers and wasn’t about to let go for anything. Her father, David, whom she never knew, was Marine captain killed during Desert Storm while Jane was still pregnant with her. We got in the car and off to the back area of the county where Jane has a house along with a modest amount of land, about 10 acres. Jane does rather well, owning her own chain of beauty boutiques and supplies, along with survivor’s benefits from the military. She never remarried, but I know she does date and is sexually active, and I don’t blame her at all, she’s a good looking woman. Her home is a warm and modest place with four bedrooms, one of which I’ll occupy.
It was early evening when we arrived, so after settling in, I went into the den to join the girls. Sarah had changed into her evening clothes which consisted of a tight pair of baby blue shorts and matching cut-off tee shirt. I could tell she wasn’t wearing panties or bra. Ever since seeing her at the airport, I’ve been having warm feelings about her and can’t seem to take my eyes off her. Jane was wearing just a robe, from what I could see.
“You guys got any coffee around here? Those damn airlines don’t know how to make a decent cup!” I asked.
“Coming right up, Pappa,” Sarah said, as she went bouncing into the kitchen. She soon returned with a big steaming cuppa. I got a good view of those “B” sized tits down the front of her shirt as she leaned to set the cup on the coffee table. “Here you go, Pappa, just how you like it, hot and black.”
We all sat around for a few hours just hashing over what’s been happening over the years. I told Sarah all about the ranch and what was going on there. She seemed really interested about the whole setup. She went and got an album she made from all the pictures I’ve sent online over the years. She had printed all of them on photo paper and had them laid out in a thick book album. Sitting close, we went thru the pages as I explained everything. The warmth from her sitting so close was stirring me up some. I could feel myself getting a little hardness going. It was a little difficult ignoring it as we looked at the pictures.
I knew Sarah has had a full day today, her actual birthday, and it was getting late. I told the girls I was going to hit the hay for the night. Tomorrow was Saturday, and was the day of her party. There would be lots to still prepare for, so it will be a very busy day.
I stood and went over to Jane, giving her a kiss on the lips, as we usually did, telling her good night. Sarah stood, gathering up her album and took hold of my arm, walking with me to my room. She stopped by her bedroom, right across from mine. Holding my hand, she opened the door, pulling me inside and placed the book on her desk. It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a girl’s room and was pleased at the view. Sarah wrapped her arms around my waist, pressing her pert tits against my chest.
“I love you so much, Pappa! You’ve made me so happy by coming here for my birthday.” She said, as she leaned up and placed a soft kiss on my lips. I was getting very hard with her being so close, so I took her arms and held her away some. but I’m sure she got a feel of me while she was hugging. The look in her dark eyes was stirring me even more.
“I love you too, Baby Girl,” I said as I turned to go. “See you in the morning, good night.”
“Good night, Pappa,” she said with a sound of reluctance.
I went to my room, glad to be able to stretch out and release my manhood from its confines. Each bedroom has its own full bath, so I stripped and went in for a relaxing shower. As I stepped into the shower, my thoughts were of Sarah, and how she’s really developing into a beauty.
My cock jerked at the thought of her. I know I shouldn’t be having sexual thoughts of her but, they were there. I stood under the warming spray and took hold of my hard eight inches, stroking slowly. Having visions of Sarah's hand on me doing that stroking soon had me shooting copious amounts of cum to the far end of the shower/tub. With a sigh of relief, I completed my shower, dried off and walked to the bed and stretched out.
I slept for a few hours and awoke thirsty. Pulling on my jeans, I went to the kitchen for some nice cold water. Returning to my room, I noticed that Sarah's door was ajar a few inches. Hearing her moaning, I glanced into the dark room. There was a small amount of light coming thru her window from the full moon. As I glanced up, I could see Sarah on her bed in her dressing table mirror. She was totally naked and was rubbing herself slowly, with soft moans. One hand was rubbing the outside of her pussy, occasionally dipping a finger inside, the other was pinching her hard nipples. The sight of her made my cock jumped at the view, immediately getting harder, despite the fact that I had just masturbated and cum. I unzipped, releasing my cock from its confines and was stroking to match Sarahs hand. I was watching her fingers sliding in and out of her wet pussy about an inch. From that, I suspected she was still a virgin with an intact hymen. It didn’t take her long to reach her climax, her hips suddenly jerking around. I shot another load of cum, catching it in my hand. I completed milking the last drops and walked on into my room with a big smile.
The morning I awoke well rested, and still had thoughts of Sarah masturbating on my mind. I dressed and went into the kitchen, where Jane was already fixing a breakfast of bacon, eggs and home fried potatoes. The coffee was smelling great as I entered. “Morning, honey,” I said as I grabbed my cup and filled it.
“Morning Daddy, have a good sleep?” She said.
“Yeah, real good. The birthday girl up yet,” I replied as I sat at the table.
“She’s already up and gone over to her friends for a while. I told her she can’t be here while we got the yard ready for the party. And, I didn’t want her here when her birthday present from you arrives. If she was, we wouldn’t get any time with her at all, Dad.”
“She still has no idea, huh?” Sarah often remarked that she wanted a car for her sixteenth birthday, since she got her driver’s license that previous morning. But I had another surprise, she wasn’t getting a car, but a new pick-up truck, with club-cab. There were also a couple more items to go along with the truck. Sarah had been taking riding lessons at a farm run by the high school, so I had a beautiful four year old mare shipped in from the ranch. Star was the horse’s name. She’s black with a small white star on her forehead. A double horse trailer was also included.
“No, Daddy, I hope you know what you’re doing, giving all of that to her.
