![]() ![]() I guess I was just wondering if there was anything wrong with me.” she said shifting in her chair. “All my friends at school can talk about is their experiences with sex and boys. “Just where is this conversation going, young lady?” “First and only!” I replied, somewhat proud of the fact that Meg was the only woman I’d ever had sex with. “Well, umm, I think I was twenty and Gram was a year or two younger. My eyes widened in shock, wondering where this came from, or was going. “How old were you, when you and Gram did it the first time?” “Sure sweety!” I answered, trying not to stare, stealing glances at the pale fabric covering her sixteen year old womanhood. She noticed me staring, but didn’t move, letting me look as long as I wanted, a slight smile on her face. “Hey Princess!” I shot back, my eyes lingering a little too long on her lanky legs as they were draped over the arm of the chair, a hint of pink panties just visible up her school uniform skirt. “Hey Gramps!” she said, tossing her backpack into the corner and plopping down sideways into the easy chair. “Sure, and you too.” she answered, giving me a peck on the cheek.Ī couple of hours later, Candy came home, happy to be done with exams. ![]() Staring at my plate, fighting to hold back the tears, I nodded, “Yup! I do, but I‘m not alone. “Still, I’m a little worried about her….and you too. “Isn’t that the truth!” she said, finishing her egg and rising from the table. If she were blonde, she would look like you. “You think so? I would have said she looks more like Meg” she replied, referring to my late wife and her Mother-in Law. “You know,” I said to my daughter-in -law, “You two look a lot alike, especially in the face.” You too Gramps!” She smiled, kissed us both on the cheek, picked up her backpack, she left for school. This test is a piece of cake!” she said as she got up. “I hope you got a good nights sleep, young lady” Trina said to her daughter. “ I may be only sixteen, but I don‘t live under a rock, Gramps” Before she could say any more, Trina walked in, dressed for work. I treated her as an adult and I got respect in return. I had encouraged her early on to be frank with me and I would with her. “And just how would a sixteen year old good girl know what getting it on sounds like?” I scolded her, smiling as I did so. “It sounded like you and Gram were getting it on!” “Oh? What did it sound like?” I asked, barely able to make eye contact. “Sounded like a pretty wild dream to me.” she said, giggling as she ate. But then it stopped.”īlushing slightly at having my secret discovered, I mumbled something about dreaming. “Well, about a half an hour ago, I heard you moaning. “Are you OK, Gramps?” she asked as she sat down across from me. ![]() “Breakfast is up, Mom!” she shouted as she plunked the plates on the kitchen table. I got up early to study for it.” she answered, flipping the bacon and eggs onto three plates. ![]() “Mornin’ Gramps!” she said, smiling as I walked by. It was June, already hot, and she was wearing a denim mini-skirt and a tight tee shirt. I cleaned up mess, dressed and went to the kitchen, pleasantly surprised to see my grand-daughter busy frying up bacon and eggs. ‘Oh, well’ I thought, ‘I might as well get up’. I had a house too big for one person, and they were family after all. I had invited Trina, my thirty-five year old stepdaughter-in-law and her sixteen year old daughter, Candy, to live with me. I was sleeping better than I had in months, but why, I wondered? I was convinced that it had to do with my houseguests. I hadn’t had any sexual dreams for well over a year since my wife and stepson died in an accident. For two nights in a row I had experienced vivid dreams which I could not recall the following morning. ![]()
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