Though I am writing this, and posting it under the 'Briget' series, it is still basically Brian's story, the way he told it to me.
The next few installments take place in the summer and fall of 1985. These parts should bring everyone up to date with the present.
Then the fun begins.
WARNING: There is bisexual (male) content in this story, so if that doesn't work for you, I'm sure you can find something else that does. Thanks.
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I wanted to be surprised. I really did. But after everything that had happened, it was like I was anesthetized to everything. Even something so absolutely fucked up, as Brian admitting that he and his grandmother had been screwing for the last two weeks, didn't phase me. The fact that she wanted to meet Briget and I, barely caused a ripple.
I merely asked him if he was out of his fucking mind. He calmly said, no, he wasn't. I demanded clarification as we sat there on Anya's sofa. I asked him again if he was insane. Although I wanted to know what happened, we surely didn't want to wake anyone else in the apartment. He simply said it happened after he moved out of my place- and three weeks after his grandpa's funeral- and left it at that. He assured me that he'd tell me all about it later; he promised.
Part of me could not believe that he would tell me something so weird and disgusting and part of me couldn't wait to hear all about it.
By the time I did hear about it, both Briget and I (and soon, Roz), were drawn into it. And nothing would shock me ever again.
Here is what happened...
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After his grandfather's funeral, Brian's parents and his Uncle's family stayed for about a week, then went back to their own lives. Brian knew that there was a 'coolness' between parents and the children, but didn't know why. They just never talked about it. Brian, the oldest grandson and the most responsible, moved in with his grandma to help wrap up his grandpa's affairs.
It also turned out that Brian had been bequeathed the majority share of his grandpa's hardware store. They were good stores, with three branches in surrounding cities. It looked like a growing empire. There was some envious grumbling about Brian being so only one to inherit anything of value, but the truth was, he
was
their favorite grandson, and the only one to come running when the old guy got sick. He was now a businessman.
He really worked hard to learn the business, which, because he had good managers, was pretty much running itself. Bubba-Lou was a great help, since she had also been involved in the business from day one.
When he wasn't doing that, he was sorting. His grandpa was a pack-rat. It seems he never threw anything out. Brian spent hours going through his grandpa's stuff, donating some things to charity and sorting the rest for storage.
That was when he found it.
It was an ordinary cardboard apple box, on a shelf in the workshop, tucked under the basement stairs. Inside were six black plastic boxes containing new-looking Beta tapes. There were ancient magazines from the early 40's, with titles he had never heard of. On the covers were scantily clad women with improbably pointy breasts, being threatened by mad doctors or convict lunatics.
And there were about a dozen photo albums and yellowing, aged scrapbooks that seemed to be stuffed full of pictures. One of the magazines caught his eye. It was from 1943, and the paper was horrible- really low-grade newsprint, and almost falling apart. The woman on the cover looked awfully familiar. He gently opened the brittle cover and started paging through it. Halfway through, there it was.
Bubba-Lou. Almost naked.
She must have been forty years younger, but it was her. And she was a looker. In the title panel, she was dressed in a nightgown, cowering against a wall, being threatened, while in the following series of photos, she was stripped almost naked. She ended up on the floor being mounted by the madman. You couldn't see everything, breasts and genitals were covered by strategically placed hands and such. But it was his grandmother.
To say it was a shock would be an understatement.
It was a shock, but in some weird way, it was a turn on, too. Brian placed the magazines aside and went for one of the albums. His mouth fell open. Where some folk's grandparents would collect snapshots of holiday trips, here were pictures of his grandparents.
Fucking naked. Naked and fucking.
Brian flipped through the first book, each with about five black and white pictures on each page. They were younger and fitter, but they were his grandparents. There were pictures of his two grandparents fucking each other in every position under the sun, and in every room of the house above him. And if that wasn't enough, they were fucking other people.
Here was Bubba-Lou, with one cock in her mouth and another in her hand, smiling at the camera around the cylinder of cock-flesh.
On the next page, his grandpa was being ridden by a blonde woman, his big hands covering her massive breasts. Then, his cock was being sucked by someone else. His cock was long and hard and shiny with spit... and to Brian, it looked... good.
Here, Bubba-Lou sat on the edge of a bed, kissing another woman, the blonde from a few pages back, their hands all over each others breasts... Then they were in a passionate 69.
Brian didn't recognize any of these other people. He didn't know many of his grandparent's friends. Apparently there was much he didn't know about their lives.
Yeah, right, no kidding.
These were his grandparents- church-going, pillars of the community. His grandpa was a member of every service club going and an elder at their church. His grandma was a member of the PTA and the church's women's auxiliary; a stay at home mom and provider of cookies for every bake sale in town. And here they were... fucking.
In these pictures, Bubba-Lou had a petite, killer body, though her hair was done up in the old-fashioned, prissy way. Her tits were nice-sized grapefruits with dark nipples. She had a dark patch of pubic hair- a few of the girls he knew today were shaving their pussies bare.
But the fact remained, she was fucking hot. Then, almost in the same sentence-
