Forbidden Fruit: Pt I

For two nights in a row I had experienced vivid dreams which I could not recall the following morning. All I remembered was climaxing, but there was no evidence of it when I woke up. I hadn’t had any sexual dreams for well over a year since my wife and stepson died in an accident. I just couldn’t, for the life of me explain the intense orgasmic feelings I had without seeing a drop of sperm on my sheets. I was sleeping better than I had in months, but what was going on? I was convinced that it had nothing to do with my houseguests. I had invited Candy and her Mother, Trina, to live with me. Cheaper for them. Company for me

‘Oh, well’ I thought, ‘I might as well get up’. I dressed and went to the kitchen, pleasantly surprised to see my grand-daughter busy frying up bacon and eggs. It was June, already hot, and she was wearing a denim mini-skirt and a tight tee shirt.

“Mornin’ Gramps!” she said, smiling as I walked by.

“Mornin’ to you, Candy.” I replied. “You’re up early!”

“Got a final this morning. I got up early to study for it.” she answered, flipping the bacon and eggs onto three plates. “Breakfast is up, Mom!” she shouted as she plunked the plates on the kitchen table.

“Are you OK, Gramps?” she asked as she sat down across from me.

“Yeah! Why do you ask?” I said.

“Well, about a half an hour ago, I heard you moaning. But then it stopped.”

Blushing slightly at having my secret discovered, I mumbled something about dreaming.

“Sounded like a pretty wild dream to me.” she said, giggling as she ate.

“Oh? What did it sound like?” I asked, barely able to make eye contact.

“It sounded like you and Gram were getting it on!”

“And just how would a fourteen year old know what getting it on sounds like?” I scolded her, smiling as I did so. I had encouraged her early on to be frank with me and I would with her. I treated her as an adult and I got respect in return. We could talk about anything.

“ I think I heard you guys once a year or so ago.” Before she could say any more, Trina walked in, dressed for work.

She sat down to eat. “I hope you got a good nights sleep, young lady” Trina said to her daughter.

“Yes Mom! I did. This test is a piece of cake!” she said as she got up. “Gotta run! See ya later, Mom. You too Gramps!” She smiled, kissed us both on the cheek, picked up her backpack, she left for school.

“You know,” I said to my daughter-in -law, “You two look a lot alike, especially in the face.”

“You think so? I would have said she looks more like Meg” she replied, referring to my late wife and her Mother-in Law.

“ That’s just the red hair. If she were blonde, she would look like you.