Recently, while waiting for him in his apartment, I found an envelope containing pictures from some of those gatherings.  I flipped through them and saw that the pictures were of me with my underwear showing beneath my dresses, me unknowingly flashing my breasts, and a few of them were taken when he was obviously spying on me. I was a little upset and confronted him about them. He seemed to feel real bad as he told me how I was always his favorite little girl...one that had the "unique ability to be sweet and sexy", He blushed and confessed that since Grandma died, he was using the pictures "to fulfill some of his male needs".  He was very embarrassed and asked that I not tell anyone.  I looked through the pictures and realized there were not any of anyone else - not my sisters, or cousins,  just me.  I was no longer upset, but instead, flattered. 

     Later that evening, after having gone to bed, I imagined him "whacking off" while looking at my photos, and to tell the truth, it made me horny.  I reached into panties, played with my fleshy folds, and let my mind wander. I imagined showing Grampa my under-garments, and even the stuff that was under them.  My incestuous thoughts shocked and excited me at the same time.   When I later looked at a calendar and saw that it was soon to be Grampa's birthday, I knew exactly what I wanted to give him.