Just Across The Fence Ch 05

Four stories published, and the control panel still taunts me with 'Virgin'. Geez, how many trips to the bedroom does it take....

These episodes won't make much sense unless you start at the first one and read them all in order.

Everyone's over eighteen, of course.

WARNING: This story contains a description of a method purported to protect against developing a UTI from engaging in a specific type of sex act, a technique that you will not find in any medical text. THE AUTHOR IS NOT A MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL, AND MAKES NO CLAIM WHATSOEVER THAT THIS PROCEDURE IS PRACTICAL, SAFE, OR EFFECTIVE. It is merely a plot device in a work of fiction. DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME. Or anywhere else. You have been warned.

Ch 6. Paradigm Shift, Night Shift, Swing Shift

Beth and I watched, bemused and stunned, as my very pregnant granddaughter Anna waddled, slow and ungainly, off the jetway, across the airport gate area, and over to where we waited in the visitors' area by the gate agent's desk. One of the stewardesses walked alongside her, obviously helping with some of her carry-on luggage.

"Hi, Grandpa!" she cried, as I cautiously embraced her from her side, to avoid any pressure on the huge bulge in her lower abdomen.

"Hi, sweetie, it's great to see you again," I said, making a big show of examining her protuberant belly. "There seems to be quite a bit more of you to see this time, isn't there?"

"I guess there is," she agreed. "Let's wait until we get out of here to talk about that, if you don't mind. Who's your friend?"

"There are in fact two people I want to introduce you to, Anna," I said. "First off: Beth, this is my granddaughter, Anna. Anna, this is my new neighbor, Beth, who is also my new girlfriend. And my new lover."

Anna was speechless for a moment, as the two women embraced. When she could talk, she said, "Oh, Grandpa, I'm so happy for you...for both of you. You make such a handsome couple!"

"Thank you, Anna," Beth said. "John showed me your picture, but it hardly does you justice. You're stunning!"

"Thanks, Beth, even if right now I'm only feeling a little stunned," Anna replied. "But where's your other friend, Grandpa?" She was looking around, puzzled.

I grabbed Beth's shoulders and gently maneuvered her around from my right side to my left. "She's right here," I said. "Anna, this is Beth, your mother's half-sister, your grandfather Fred's daughter from his marriage to his first wife. That makes her your half-aunt...we think."

Once again, Anna was speechless for a moment, but eventually she said, "I...kind of remember Mom telling me something about having an older half-sister, that she didn't know very much about..."

"It's a long story, Anna, and we can talk more about that later, too," Beth told her. "But you must be worn out from your flight. Let's see about getting you out of here and off your feet."

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I flagged down one of the air terminal shuttle carts, and loaded up Anna and her luggage. The shuttle took us to the loading/unloading area. Anna and Beth took seats to wait while I went out and brought the pickup around. We carefully hoisted Anna into the front passenger seat, stowed her luggage, and headed out to pick up Fred, so the four of us could grab lunch.

"I imagine you're dying to hear all about this, aren't you?" Anna asked me, patting her prominent belly.

"Um...before you start, I should tell you, Anna," I warned her, "that I already told Beth that you and I were intimate, when you visited me last fall."

"Well, that makes it simpler, really," she said. "Here's the scoop. I know you have a million questions, but here are the major points in a nutshell. I'll flesh them out for you in a minute, and answer your questions."

"One: Yes, Grandpa, the babies are yours."

"Two: Yes, you heard me right: babies. I'm so big because it's twins. I hadn't planned on that, but as far as I'm concerned, it's just gravy."

"Three: I don't plan on ever telling anyone that you're the father. I can't control what you and Beth might want to tell anyone, now that you know the truth, but I implore you to keep it to yourself, because of the inevitable social stigma that the children would have to endure if you don't. As far as the rest of the world is concerned, they are your great-grandchildren, and no one will think twice about it if you dote on them-which I fully expect you will."

"If anyone tries to press me to name the father, I'll just tell them that all I can remember was that his initials were O. N. S...for Mr. One-Night-Stand."

"Four: You're never going to have to worry about having to provide financial support for them, because my modeling career is going through the roof. I am earning, and confidently expect to continue to earn, a literally fabulous income, and won't need any financial assistance from you, now or ever."

"Five: Yes, I've been getting top-notch prenatal care since I was sure I was pregnant, including genetic screening for both fetuses, all normal. No complications except those normal to carrying twins. I went by the clinic last night before flying this morning so they could check to make sure I was not starting to dilate. The obstetrician said there's no reason not to attempt natural delivery, and they can always do a C-section if they need to. He's provided me with a referral to a highly regarded obstetrician here, and I already have an appointment to see him at 4:00 this afternoon."

"I'll tell you about the money first, because that's what made it all possible."

"Grandpa John, you don't ever have to worry about me coming to you needing money," Anna said. "I haven't been back to see Mom and Dad since I came east to go to college, three years ago. I've spent my summers, and semester breaks, and holiday breaks, and fall and spring breaks doing modeling gigs. I left school after the fall session last year, because I knew I would start to show by January, and I wanted to devote full time to modeling work while I'm pregnant. If I ever finish my degree, it will be because I want to, not because I need it to make a living."

"You...wanted to be available for modeling...like this?" I parroted, not comprehending.

"Hey, pregnant women like to dress up sexy now and then," she informed me. "Maternity wear of all kinds is a big market, and there aren't that many hot pregnant models to work it, so those of us who can are in high demand. Very high. Astronomically high. My agent has literally auctioned off slots for photo shoots with me, and the fashion marketing directors have opened their checkbooks wide. And this is one situation where bigger is better. Since I'm carrying twins, I have the biggest belly on the block, and it just makes them want me that much more. I have earned an insane amount of money the last five months. Some people are flying in from New York to do some more photoshoots with me down here, next week. They wanted to start tomorrow, but I told them I wanted to take the holiday weekend to get settled in and reacquainted. I'll be doing modeling work here almost every day right up until they wheel me into the delivery room."

"One of the reasons I'm in so much demand is that in today's political and social climate, the marketing directors believe it's essential that their ads and catalog displays include a substantial proportion of models who are people of color, and I most certainly qualify there. Gone are the days when the Victoria's Secret catalog was page after page of nothing but Christie Brinkley clones. And even among Black models, my uncommon mixture of ethnicity, especially from my Hispanic-Guamanian Chamarro birth mother, makes me stand out."

"In the world of fashion modeling, if you're hot...you're red hot, and you have to seize the moment to get the money that's on the table. It's one of the last bastions of pure market-driven economics. I have something they want, and they have to pay me top dollar to get it, or I'll turn around and trip over ten others waving wads of cash at me, all wanting the same thing. I'll age out of the top rank in only a few years, so I need to strike now, while the iron is hot."

"Wait a minute," Beth interjected. "Victoria's Secret...THAT'S where I saw you! A layout, in a women's magazine, a year or so back. You were modeling a darling little pink bustier outfit."

"Yes, I loved that outfit, too," Anna told her. "They were nice enough to let me keep it, after the shoot."

"And don't worry, Grandpa John," she assured me. "I'm not throwing the money away on high living. I have one of the best and most respected investment counsellors in New York City managing my portfolio. It's done quite well. I live as modestly as one can in Manhattan, nowadays, and still be comfortable. I use a limo service, not as a luxury status symbol, but because getting where I need to be in a timely manner is important for my work. I know my time at the top is limited, and I intend to make sure not to waste the opportunity."

"So, no, I won't ever need any of your money," she finished. "On the other hand, if you ever find yourself in a tight spot for cash...you can call me."

I turned to Beth, and said, "See, I told you that if she worked at it, she would be very successful if she chose modeling as a career, didn't I?"

"You sure did," she concurred. "And it sure sounds like you were right!"

Anna resumed explaining her plan to us. "Last summer I could see the handwriting on the wall. I knew my career was about to skyrocket, and I would have enough money to do whatever I wanted. And what I wanted most was to have a child, now. I decided to make it happen."

"Grandpa, you deserve to know why I snuck into your bed and raped you last fall, turning you into a soon-to-be father all over again in your seventies, even if we all know it would be a bad idea for you to claim the credit."

"Having decided that I wanted a child, the natural first question is: Who will be my sperm donor?"

"Anyone who breeds animals-racehorses, show dogs, livestock-knows that to get quality progeny, you need good quality parents. I wanted my kid to have the best chance to be the best person possible. Good health, good looks, good character and personality, intelligence. I've had many lovers, as you know, but there are only three men that I know with the characteristics I wanted, who I would even consider to father my child."

"Well, I'm glad to hear I made the cut-I think," I told her.

Anna smiled at me, and went on, "The other two are my dad, and Grandpa Fred. But Grandpa Fred was already in the assisted living center, likely impotent, so he was out. And I couldn't see myself having much luck persuading Dad to fuck me. So that left...you."

"Of course, if you really were my biological grandfather, that wouldn't be such a hot idea, genetic-health-wise. But of course, you and I are not in any way blood relatives, since I was adopted."

"But if I wanted your sperm, I wasn't sure that I could wait much longer to get it-please forgive me-given your age. I was tracking my ovulation cycle, and knew that night was my best chance to conceive. So, I jumped your bones, and it paid off in spades, with twins."

"I'm sorry, Grandpa, for being such a manipulative bitch. Can you ever forgive me?" she pleaded.

"Sweetheart, you can't think I'm going to be angry with you very long just for wanting to be happy," I told her. "Far too many kids these days jump into parenthood with no idea how much it costs, or where they're going to get the money, but you're being completely responsible, as far as finances are concerned."

"What's done is done, and we'll all just have to make the best of it. There's nothing to forgive. And I can't wait to see my new, er...great-grandkids, and I guarantee if you give us half a chance, we'll spoil them rotten, won't we, Beth?"

"Damn right we will, you old cradle-robber," she shot back, and we all laughed.

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Lunch with the girls and Fred was, as often happens with a dementia patient, a somewhat unrewarding experience. Of all the afflictions of advancing age, dementia is the most perverse and frustrating. Victims who should be basking in their golden years are robbed of one of their most precious possessions: their memories of their loved ones. They can often clearly recall events from decades back, but can't remember something you told them five minutes ago. Whenever I took him out, Fred had trouble enjoying his food, too busy worrying about where his long-dead wife June had got off to, and today was the same. Since he saw me every week, and we had been friends for five decades, he mostly had some idea who I was, but as far as he was concerned, the girls were total strangers, even though they were his own daughter and granddaughter. Their attempts to be friendly and put him at ease only made him wary and suspicious. We had no real choice but to cut it short and return him to the care facility.

Driving away, I told them, "I'm so sorry, ladies. Sometimes it's that bad, like the man we knew is gone, and a stranger has taken his place."

"Well, you warned us," Beth said. "We had to try. It's not your fault, John. I could see that he's still fairly comfortable with you, at least, and that's something."

"I don't know, I think he's been slipping some lately," I observed. "What's really scary is that he's only about six months older than me."

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We took Anna to my house and got her unpacked, and she was grateful for the chance to shower before her doctor's appointment. We took her to that, and after her examination, the doctor told her he was estimating she would deliver in about two weeks, give or take a couple of days. He cautioned us however, that as a first-time mother bearing twins, he would not be too surprised if she delivered sooner than that. He also told her he thought the modeling gigs she had scheduled would not harm either her or the babies, provided she didn't attempt any strenuous activity and got plenty of rest.

"Do you know whether they are boys or girls?" Beth asked her.

"The doctors do, with all the ultrasounds I've had," she said. "But I told them not to tell me unless there was some compelling reason to. I want it to be a surprise."

"Well, we all know how the Millers hate surprises," I told them, "...said no one, ever!"

We next ran over to Woodward's Diner for dinner. Sue had seen Anna before, as a kid, of course, but not for some years. She declared I had no business having such a beautiful granddaughter, and that I must have kidnapped her from somewhere. We got home around 7:00.

I spent the rest of the evening in my study, fooling around on my computer. The girls were busy getting to know each other better in the den, poring over our family photo albums, which I had brought them. The laughter and giggles emanating from the sofa where they were comfortably ensconced side-by-side seemed to indicate they were getting along famously, as I had hoped, for which I was grateful-and vastly relieved. Having a former and a current lover comparing notes tends to make most guys nervous, and I was no exception.

[I would soon learn, however, that I was just a babe in the woods, and that my fervent hope that those two would not complicate my life any more than they already had, was nothing but a diaphanous will-o'-the-wisp, dust in the wind. But I was blissfully ignorant of the turmoil that awaited me.]

About nine, Beth stuck her head in the door and said, "Anna's going to bed, come say goodnight." I accompanied her back to the den, where we helped Anna to her feet. I embraced her in a gentle hug, leaning over so as not to put any pressure on her bulging abdomen, my previous experience with my wife's three pregnancies coming in handy.

"Sorry to crap out so early, guys," she said. "I've had a wonderful day, but it's been a long one, too, and I'm sleeping for three now, so I should probably turn in."

"Got your phone, Anna?" I asked, anxiously, so much so that both women laughed at me. I just wanted to be sure she could reach us quickly during the night, if she needed help.

"YES, DADDY," Anna said mockingly. "I'll be home by curfew, I promise. And don't worry, I won't let him fuck me, no matter how nice he is."

I reached down to gently stroke her distended belly. "Too late to worry about that," I observed, and they giggled.

Earlier, I had hastily revised my plans for Anna, putting her in the downstairs guestroom, avoiding any need for her to make the tedious [and, for her, possibly dangerous] trek up or down the stairs to the second floor. She wobbled off slowly in that direction.

Beth and I were both tired, also, and we headed upstairs and went to bed as well. Comfortably wrapped in each other's arms, Beth reached down to gently tweak my limp cock, and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm sure you know that until this yeast infection runs its course, for the next two or three days or so, my pussy has a closed-door policy for your pride and joy, here."

"Of course, honey, I know all about that," I replied. "And I'm sorry about your yeast infection, too, because I know it's uncomfortable as heck. But it might be a good excuse for us to back off on the sex for a while, until you're better, to give me a chance to recuperate and recharge. We've been screwing like newlyweds the last few days, and I don't know whether I can keep up that pace much longer, to tell you the truth."

"Who are you, and what have you done with my hot-blooded, lustful lover, who's been banging me like a drum?' Beth asked me facetiously. "He would never get tired, or want a break from making love to me, or threaten to torture me by denying me his body."

"I'm starting to think you've hatched a devious plot to kill me off, using sex as your weapon of choice," I retorted.

"Most men I know would call that their ideal way to depart from the mortal coil," she answered.

"True enough, and I'm no exception," I admitted. "I'm sorry to spoil your evil scheme, but your medical issues seem to have derailed your plan to get me to screw myself into a not-really-so-early grave."

She stared at me for a long moment, with an amused expression, and said, "Not necessarily, unless you're a lot more stubborn, and a lot less randy, than your track record would lead me to believe."

I was suddenly out of my depth. "What the hell are you talking about, Beth?" I asked, clueless.

"Just because I'm a non-starter tonight, doesn't mean we have to cancel the game," she said, "Not when there's a ready and willing substitute anxiously awaiting you in her bed downstairs."

I sat bolt upright and stared at her, aghast. "You can't seriously be suggesting..." I stammered.

"Why not?" she said. "Think about it. It would very neatly solve several problems at once."

"Well, it sounds-tailor made to relieve me of having to worry about having a girlfriend, at least," I objected hotly.

"Don't be silly," she replied. "You don't seriously think I'm worried she'll steal you away from me, do you, just because I loaned you out to her for a romp in the sack? All three of us, even Anna, young as she is, know the difference between sex and love, and even after only three days with you, I'm absolutely convinced you love me, and that no other woman will ever steal your heart away, no matter how many times I might let her borrow your cock."

"Jesus, Beth, have you lost your mind?" I protested. "Have you forgotten she's...she's my...?"

"Your granddaughter?" Beth supplied. "The granddaughter you shouldn't fuck, even though-Oops!-you already did, because people would call it incest? That ship sailed almost nine months ago, Jack. After you've once fucked her..."

"Three times," I interjected, shamefaced. "As I remember, it was...three times, I think."

"OK, three times, then," Beth agreed. "Wow...Where was I? Oh, yeah. Once you fucked her...yeah, three times, if you say so...she doesn't get any more fucked with additional fucking. It's kind of a one-time-deal. Once you've been fucked, you can't get unfucked. And she's sure as hell not likely to get any more pregnant than she already is, is she? And, oh yeah, as long as you're gentle, fucking her right up until the day before she pops won't hurt her or the babies one bit, just in case you think you might weasel out of it on that score. Her doctor told her that, today, when she asked him, and she told me."