Aria spent every vacation at her grandparents's house since she was only a few months old. Her grandpa would pick her up at home and drive her there, quietly, and then she'd either spend the entire day alone or with him, as her grandma was working during the day.
Maybe that seemed a little silly to some people--that a 54-year-old still worked at a diner--but her grandpa had always been a fierce believer that women should obey, work, and submit. Her grandma hadn't argued with that, probably not wanting any more fights, but Aria had a feeling her grandma also loved being at the diner, away from her asshole husband.
Truth be told, Aria didn't like her grandpa that much. He was always glaring at her, sighing and scoffing loudly, or making sexist comments. Whenever they went to a Cafe together, her grandpa would grab their waitress's ass, squeeze it, and then slap it as a "get out of here" sign.
So no, her grandpa wasn't really a nice person, but she always vowed to make her vacations a blast anyway. But this one would be different. She was eighteen now.
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Her grandpa had come to pick her up once again, Aria thought with a sigh. She slid into the passenger's seat and fastened her seatbelt. Her grandpa, wearing a leather jacket that looked surprisingly good on his 59-year-old body, glanced at her before driving away. His eyes kept going to her thighs. She was wearing the new pink mini dress her friend had gotten her for her birthday.
"You look like a slut." her grandpa said--in a tone so calm, she nearly flinched.
Her hands unconsciously slid to the end of her skirt, gripping it and pulling it down. She couldn't think of anything else to say other than, "What?"
"You're old enough for me not to baby you anymore. I have to be honest." was all he said back before lighting up a cigar and ignoring her for the rest of the ride.
But Aria couldn't stop thinking about her grandpa's comment. It'd made her feel funny. Her heart had dropped, her cheeks had heatened with embarrassment, but the spot between her legs had tingled and warmed. Why? She felt this before. Somehow, being scolded made her feel that way. It was absurd.
The car pulled up to her grandparents's house, and Aria asked softly, "Is grandma at work?"
"No." her grandpa huffed, not bothering to help with her bags as he stormed into the house.
The thought of her grandma being inside made her feel... disappointed. But she shook her head, confused with herself, and dragged her bags inside to find her grandparents in the kitchen. Her jaw dropped and her cheeks turned red when she saw the scene before her.
Her grandma; bent over the counter. Her grandpa; grinding his hips against his wife's ass.
The child in her screamed and begged for holy water, bleach, or maybe a time machine. But again, that heat pooled in between her legs.