When Walter Gold found out that his daughter was coming to visit him and his wife for a week last summer, he had mixed feelings about the visit because while he enjoyed seeing Brenda there were always memories that went along with seeing his newly divorced daughter, and some of them were slightly seedy.
Brenda had made a slight change of plans on the eve of her visit, and according to Walter's wife Louise, Brenda was bringing her daughter Chelsea along because apparently she couldn't trust the newly turned 18 year old home alone for a whole week. While Chelsea was a studious and well-mannered girl, in her mother's words, "She's 18. Remember what I was like when I was 18?"
"You weren't so bad," Walter's wife assured Brenda, but Walter had only smiled and stayed silent because he knew a little different.
Chelsea had become quite a nice looking young woman, although nowhere near the woman her Mom had been at her age. Chelsea seemed like a work in process, although her pug nose and dimples made the mop-top adorable even though she was not the voluptuous vixen daughter Brenda had been back then.
Looking at the nubile girl during the first evening of their visit had inspired Walter to keep his wife awake a little later after turning in, and while that wasn't unusual for the couple even though they were in their sixties, Louise had been reluctant when Walter made his move.
"Be quiet though," Louise had warned Walter as she straddled him and put his stiff tool into her pussy. "Mustn't wake the kids."
Walter had stayed quiet as he let his still energetic wife do all the work, but when he saw the shadow at the bottom of the bedroom door he knew that one of their guests was already awake and listening to the bed creak and Louise grunt each time she impaled herself with him.
There used to be feet outside the door a lot when Brenda lived at home, and that thought had always turned him on, but there was no telling whose feet were now casting the shadows. His daughter or his granddaughter? Who was the curious one?
***
The next morning Louise tried to rope Walter into going to the city to shop at the mall with them, and since that was far from what he wanted to do he made up a story about promising a friend of his to help him do some sprucing up at the VFW Hall.
What he suspected he would end up doing would be visiting the club but instead of fixing things up he would end up knocking a few back and maybe shoot some pool with the guys, so he left in his car and Brenda was going to drive to the city with hers.
"What about Chelsea?" Louise asked Brenda as they followed Walter out the door.
"Chelsea said she's tired. Probably spent all night on her phone talking to her friends," Brenda said. "Besides, she spends a lot of time at the mall near us so it isn't a big deal for her."
Walter's ears pricked up at that but he just got in his car and waved goodbye, and after driving down the road in the direction of the VFW and seeing his wife and daughter going the other way, the senior citizen made a pit stop at the club, quickly knocking back a beer and a bump before heading right back home.
***
After Walter got back to his house he paused at the door and pondered whether Chelsea was napping or awake. A best case scenario would find her asleep in her bed in his daughter's old room, but an even better one would find the teen naked and toweling herself off after taking a shower.
It had been decades since Walter had used that peephole he fashioned that gave him a bird's-eye view of that bedroom, and the idea of actually getting to use it again was making his heart race as he entered the house slowly and went down the hall.
"No crime in looking," Walter muttered to himself as he headed to the closet that faced the bedroom. "She's 18."
In his heart Walter knew that he was making excuses for his deviant behavior just as he always had, as if a girl turning 18 made it okay to peek at them in their private sanctuary.
"I was a caring father and now I'm a grandfather who wants to see how his granddaughter is - how should I put this? Developing?" he snickered under his breath, hearing his thoughts as words making it even nastier that it was.
He would go to church with his wife to make up for this sin, he told himself, and vowed that he wouldn't drop off during the sermon either as he removed the piece of wood that hid the spyglass.
"Lead me not into temptation," he chuckled as he leaned into the wall and looked inside at the bedroom and the perfect view of the bed. Empty and unmade.
"Rats," Walter said as he replace the wood and eased back out into the hall and headed towards the living room where he suspected Chelsea would be watching TV or reading, but the room was dark.
There was a light on at the other end of the house, visible through the open door of their bedroom, and it wasn't like Louise to leave lights on either. Showing a remarkable ability to tread quietly despite his 5'10" and 165 pound frame, he made his way down the hall.
Naughty girl, he sighed when he saw his granddaughter snooping through in his bedroom. That must run in the family because Walter had done the very same thing to Chelsea's bedroom after they arrived yesterday and Louise has taken them out to see her garden.
Not wanting to get caught, he had made only a cursory look at Chelsea's things, long enough to see that his granddaughter had brought her own toothpaste, Crest Extra Whitening, her own deodorant, Dove go fresh, and learned that the sweet little thing wore a lightly padded 32B bra and size 4 panties.
Snooping in her grandparents bedroom, Chelsea wasn't going in the underwear drawer but was concentrating on the shelf and the drawer under the big screen TV, looking through the DVD's there.
The real movies like Casablanca and Citizen Kane were out in the living room though. The movies Chelsea was looking through were of a completely different nature, and Walter was surprised that Louise hadn't insisted he lock them up with company coming because as she would put it, "We don't want the family to think we're a couple of perverts."
Well that cat was out of the bag, and in Walter's mind it also cleared up any doubt about who was standing outside the door the night before. It had been sweet and innocent Chelsea, who was now wearing a pink tank-top with a bra underneath and green shorts that were short enough to show she had nice legs.
Walter enjoyed watching his granddaughter examining the porn without her knowing he was there, and he was pleased to see that his eyesight was still as sharp as ever because even from 10 feet or so he could see the faint blonde down on the backs of Chelsea's thighs.
All good things come to an end though because after he made a couple of steps inside the bedroom he hit that squeaky spot, and that set off a series of events.
"Finding anything interesting?" Walter asked as he made his presence known just as Chelsea was turning around, and his granddaughter let out a yelp that coincided with the DVD's she was holding going flying in the air as she did an excellent impression of a deer in the headlights.
"Sorry," Chelsea said as she scrambled to pick up the DVD's.
"There's movies in the living room - might even be some of your Mom's Care Bears VHS tapes somewhere too," Walter said as he bent down and helped Chelsea gather them up, not passing up the chance to peek down the open neck of the top to see much of what seemed to be perky handfuls of titties.
"Sorry Grandpa," Chelsea repeated, wincing when he took one of the ones from her.
"Lesbian Seductions," Walter read. "This something you're interested in?"
"No," Chelsea quickly replied. "I was just..."
"Curious? Curious Chelsea. That has a nice ring to it."
"I'm sorry. Please don't tell Mom about - this."
"Tell her about what?" Walter asked with a smile, setting the DVD's down and putting his hand on the soft skin of her shoulder. "No need to tell anybody anything is there? No harm done. Besides, your grandmother would be more upset than anybody."
"I dunno about that," Chelsea replied. "Mom and me lately? She's caught me doing - stuff I shouldn't do."
"It happens. So this is our secret. Just so you know, these movies aren't mine. They're ours," Walter confided. "Your Grandma and I may be old but we aren't square and we aren't dead."
"Then again," Walter added. "Whoever was outside the door eavesdropping last night could tell there's still life in us."
